Date: Sun, 11 Apr 2021 20:31:58 -0700
From: Dave <outinwest@gmail.com>
Subject: The Society Boys Part 177

The Society Boys
By Connor Matthews

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Chapter 177

I'd finished my assignments for class and was feeling pretty proud of
myself as I emailed them in.  I'd been pretty good at focusing in the past
few weeks, putting all my energy into school, and very little into other
activities.  Just a few more months and I'll be curing the world of
phobias, fears and wack-a-doodles. That's the clinical name for them.  You
have to be a psychologist to understand these things.  I had even made sure
my office was ready for Nate & I to begin our practice.  So far it had just
been a great place to screw on the big couch when I went over to Colin's
building, but some Febreze and a scrub brush should fix that right up
before we open.  Apart from the main office, we had a smaller side office
with a desk and couple chairs, and it's own separate door as well.  That
would allow both of us to work at the same time.  Obviously, some patients
don't need a couch to lie down on, so this set up worked nicely for those
just wanting to have more of a conversation than what they might see as a
therapy session.

Blake was downstairs in the playroom, getting another karate lesson from
Darcy, and the two of them really seemed to be getting along.  Even if
Darcy's life wasn't getting better at school just yet, at least he was
making a friend in Blake.  He hadn't given me a decision on my latest deal
for him, so I assumed he'd just put it aside as being too aggressive for
him right now.  The front gate buzzed and I answered it on my phone.  I
smiled when I saw Layne waving at the camera.

"Hi!  It's me, Layne," he yelled.

"I can see that," I replied as I opened the gate for him and went to the
door.

He bounced up to the house and stopped in front of me.  "You said I could
come over anytime, so I was in the neighbourhood, and thought I'd see what
you were doing.  I kinda hoped to meet Blake too if he's home."

"Which is the real reason?"  I asked as I let him in the house.  "You were
in the neighbourhood, or you wanted to meet Blake?"

"Both.  I was in the neighbourhood after I took Skytrain and three buses,
and then walked half a kilometer; because I forgot exactly where your house
was and got off on the wrong street.  But then I was in the neighbourhood,
so I stopped by like you said I could.  Since I'm here anyway, it'd be cool
to meet Blake, right?"

I laughed.  "Right.  You're in luck.  He's actually just downstairs in the
playroom with Darcy.  They practice karate together.  I can take you down
and introduce you, or you we can have a game of pool while you wait.  They
should actually be done any minute, and they usually come up for water and
food."

"I'll wait and play pool if you teach me.  You done any cute boys lately?"
He asked as we went to the pool table and I set up a game for us.

"No.  I've been focused on getting assignments done for class.  You?"

"Nothing major.  Just blew some horny ones.  That's the easiest."

"And the entire school hasn't figured out you're gay yet?"  I laughed as we
picked out our cues.

"I don't blow guys from school.  I go to the park or the pool.  Much more
efficient with less chance of trouble afterward, or worse, clingy guys
wanting it all the time.  My Uncle had some of his work buddies over, so
they took turns fucking me one night.  That was pretty good, but I wish
they were closer to my age.  Older guys are pretty rough if they think you
enjoy having your pussy wrecked."

"I'd say that's true.  Wanna break?"

"Break from what?"  He asked.

"The rack.  If you go first, it's called the break."

"Oh, cool.  Never played pool, but it looks like fun.  He bent over to line
up a shot as I showed him how to hold the cue.  He didn't do too bad for
his first time breaking.  I explained the rules as we went, and while he
wasn't good at it, he seemed to be having fun.  He stopped and leaned his
cue against the table as he saw Blake and Darcy arrive from the basement.

"Whoa!" he whispered almost to himself.  Blake was slightly sweaty, with
his karate jacket open showing off his chest.  Darcy was right behind him,
but still with his uniform fastened.

I lay my cue on the table and called to them.  "Guys, come over here for a
second."

The two approached and Layne's eyes never once left Blake.  "Guys, this is
Layne.  Layne this is Darcy and Blake.  They were just down doing some
karate."

"Hey," both guys said to Layne, who acknowledged them back.  "You're a
brown belt?"  Layne asked Darcy as he saw it around his waist?

"Yeah, testing for my black belt in a few months.  First Dan," he replied
as he adjusted it.

"Nice.  I'll bet you can kick some serious ass."

"I can defend myself," he replied as he looked at me as if to beg me not to
call him out on it.

"I'm only a green belt," Blake said holding his up that he had in his hand.
Darcy is teaching me what I need to know so I can get my blue faster."

"That's cool.  I should learn something like that.  I think I'd be a wicked
Ninja."

"We could be the three Ninjas!"  Blake chuckled.

"You're cuter than Justin said you were, and way hotter than your
pictures," Layne gushed out of the blue.

"Thanks.  You're pretty cute too," Blake replied, then looked at me. "You
said I was cute?"  He grinned at me with that stupid look he gets.

"I think I probably said you were an acute pain in my ass, and he just
misheard."

Blake laughed.  "No...You said I was cute," he giggled.

Layne continued to gush.  "You really are.  You probably get laid tons."

"A bit," Blake replied, "but you probably do too, right?"

"Yeah, but we're guys, so it's never really enough though.  Would you wanna
fuck me?"  Layne asked boldly.  Geez, not even I'm that outgoing.

Blake never even blinked as he replied.  "Sure.  Skill testing question
first though.  Do you know how many planets are in the solar system?"  He
asked out of the blue.

"Uhhh...Eight?"  Layne said slightly surprised by the question.

"There'll only be seven after I destroy Uranus!"  Blake giggled like a
crazy person.  "I gotta get a shower.  You wanna go up to my room with me?"

"Hell yeah!"  Layne replied as he moved towards Blake, who took his hand.

"I'll be back in a few minutes, Darc.  Do you mind?"

"No.  Uhhhh, I'll stay down here," he stammered.  The two boys ran towards
the main stairs hand in hand.  Once they were out or earshot, Darcy looked
at me.  "What just happened?"

I went up behind him and put my arms around his waist.  "As I've been
trying to tell you.  THAT is how gay guys make friends," I said as I
unfastened his belt and put in on the pool table, before reaching to
release the ties at the side of the jacket so it fell open.

"So they just met, like right now?"

"Yep.  You were here as I introduced them.  If you'd been out, and Blake
didn't think you were straight, you could be up there with them right now."

"Are they really gonna have sex?"

"I don't think there was any misunderstanding about that intention," I
grinned as I ran my hand up over his slightly sweaty chest and rubbed his
nipples.  "I'd say it's safe to say that Layne is gonna jump all over
Blake's cock when he sees how big it is."

"Wow.  Oh, I forgot to tell you.  Blake invited me to a sleepover on
Friday.  I've never been to one before, so is there anything I need to
know?"

"No.  You show up, hang out and sleep over.  It's pretty simple.  Right
there in the name."

"Will I have to have sex?"

"That depends on what type of sleepover the two of you are planning.  Since
he thinks you're straight, I doubt that would be a requirement unless you
want it to be."

"Should I bring a sleeping bag?  And what do I wear to bed at a sleepover?"

"Sleeping bag, no.  Blake has two king beds in his room, so if he doesn't
convince you to sleep in his, then there's the other one.  As to what to
wear, that's up to you."

"What does Blake wear?"

"Nothing.  But just do whatever you're comfortable with.  I mean if you
were sleeping with me, you'd be naked, because I'd be screwing you all
night, and it just delays things if you have clothes on," I smiled as I ran
my hand down his chest and into his pants to take hold of his penis, over
his underwear.  He was already on the way to being fully hard, and gave a
guttural moan as I firmed my grip around his shaft.  "Basically, just have
fun at a sleepover.  Usually boys get up to something that their parents
might not approve of, or stay up really late, but around here, we're a
little more open than most.  This might be your opportunity to experiment
with being more outgoing around Blake."

"I'm nervous in case I fuck it up though.  I like having Blake as a
friend."

"You won't fuck it up.  It's a sleepover.  Doing stupid shit is expected,
almost mandatory."

I turned him slightly and put both his hands on the side of the pool table
as I reached around to untie the bow on the pants.  I held them in place
while slipping my hand inside to grope him over his underwear.  "We could
go up and watch them if you want.  I'm sure if Layne sees this boner, he'll
be all over you, regardless of if he thinks you're straight or not."

"I couldn't do that.  I'd be too scared," Darcy said as his breathing
became shallow and his heart rate jumped.  I pushed the back of his pants
and underwear down to expose his ass.

"What if they come back?"  He panted as his brain focused on my hand around
his cock.

"Then they can watch and feel jealous for not inviting you to join them," I
replied as I dropped to my knees and buried my face into his ass crack.
Those cheeks still amaze me that they're open enough to see his hole
without a lot of effort.  I shoved my tongue into his slightly salted,
sweaty hole and reached into the front of his underwear to jerk him off
simultaneously.  He moaned and squirmed as I ramped up the sexual tension.
I made sure to use at least one finger to tease his balls as I worked on
him.

"Shit.  Kyle!"  He said trying to get away from me.

"Shhh!" I said slapping his ass, as I peeked over to see Kyle coming down
the back stairs.  He saw us almost as fast as we saw him, and headed over.
Darcy was beginning to panic, and it's really hard to hold a panicking boy
down, while attempting to work him to a climax.  I pushed him up against
the pool table to try and hold him steady.

"Hey guys," Kyle said as he came around the side of the table.  "Is that
what the winner or loser gets?"  He grinned as he watched me.

"You'll only know if you play," I replied as pushed my face deeper into
Darcy ass for a couple more probes and licks at his hole before standing up
behind him.  I pulled his karate jacket off to allow Kyle to see more of
his chest, and then pulled him back from the table and fished his cock out
of his pants to expose him.

Kyle nodded.  "I'd say it was the winner that got the rimming, am I right,
Darcy?  Nice cock dude.  If you ever want to play pool again, come find me.
I'd be happy to lose a game to you.  I'm just going parasailing with some
guys at the club.  Wish I had time to stay and join."

With that, he took off and Darcy let out a big sigh of relief.  "Holy shit!
He saw my boner, and you eating my ass."

"Yeah, so?  He said he liked it didn't he?  I told you guys would think
you're hot."  He was back to trembling with nerves.  I had pushed him to
another level and he was struggling to process it.  I moved to rub his back
and pushed him forward over the pool table, leaning in to kiss his neck and
lick the sweat off the length of his back.  "You want me to fuck you?"  I
said with a seductive whisper as I grabbed his ass cheek firmly in the palm
of my hand.

"Not here.  They're gonna come back any minute.  They'd see us," he
replied.  I was impressed that he didn't just give me a flat no to the
question.  I knew he desperately wanted it, but the fear of getting caught
superseded his desire for sex.  We still had a way to go with his
confidence about his body.

"Think how hot that would be if they saw you with your legs wide apart, my
big fat dick deep inside your tiny pussy, while I stroke your hard cock
showing them how wicked hot you are.  My load finally exploding into you.
Your balls full of hot jizz, waiting to erupt all over as they drooled,
jealous that they left you here for me, instead of for themselves," I said
as seductively as I could.  I moved my hand into his ass crack and poked
gently at his hole as I stroked him.  It had the desired effect and he shot
his load all over the floor, making a puddle beneath us.  He was panting
hard and as soon as he came down from the orgasm, he quickly yanked his
pants and underwear back up, and retied them.

"So wanna finish the pool game that Layne and I started?  You can be
stripes and I'll take Layne's solids?"  I asked moving away from him as if
nothing had happened.

He swallowed hard as he looked at me.  "Should I get some paper towel to
clean that up first?"

"Or you could just leave it, and when they come back and see it, it'll make
them wonder what happened while they were gone," I teased.  He didn't bite
at that idea and ran to the kitchen, returning with paper towel to clean
up.  We did resume the game once he'd disposed of the wet toweling.  He
kept his jacket off and played shirtless in just his white gi pants.  It
was such a hot look for him.  The two others returned a short while later,
and you couldn't tell they'd been up to something if they hadn't made the
preannouncement of it earlier.

"How was he?"  I asked Layne.

"Fan-fucking-tastic!...both times," he exclaimed.

"That's a like for your Instagram, Blake," I joked.

"You better give me one too," Blake teased back.  "I'm cute, remember?"  I
have a feeling he'll never let me forget.

"You're pretty hot too, Darcy.  Great toning.  Is that from karate?" Layne
asked.

"And swimming," Darcy replied quietly as he moved to put his jacket back
on, probably as some form of defence against Layne eye fucking him.

"Cool.  Maybe we can hang out next time I come over.  I should get going
though.  I still have to figure out all the buses to get home."

"Don't be a dumbass," I smiled.  "I'll drive you home.  Buses suck."

"So does Justin," Blake added with a giggle.  "Just not as well."

"I should get going too," Darcy added.

"Then I might as well take both of you home at the same time."

"I'm coming too," Blake said quickly.

"Why, where am I dropping you off?"

"The zoo, so I can make sure they have your cage cleaned before I leave you
there," Blake replied back.  Both of the other guys just smiled.  I'm
guessing they don't get to talk to their parents like this.  The more I
thought about it, Layne might be good for Darcy, as long as we kept Layne's
uncle Steve away from Darcy.  I took the guys home, dropping Darcy off
first.  Layne was next at his uncle's house and made a point of leaning
over and giving me a hug and kiss before he thanked me and got out.  Blake
stared at me after he left.

"What?"

"Who the hell was that?" He asked bluntly.

"Layne.  Did you not get his name while you were fucking him...twice
apparently?"  I replied trying to be coy as I drove away from the curb.

"I meant how do you know him?"

Okay, sticky wicket time.  Saying, `oh, he's your supposedly dead little
brother's foster brother,' might not be the right answer.  "I met him the
same way you did.  He was horny and I helped him out."  Technically, that
wasn't a complete lie.

"While you were fucking him, is that when you said I was cute?"  He
smirked.

"Sure, because you're always the topic of conversation while I'm balls deep
in someone," I said sarcastically.

"Thought so," he said sitting back in his seat.  Right, sarcasm.  What was
I thinking?  "After, when I was exhausted and not able to think properly,
he showed me some pictures of his friends and family, so I showed him some
I had.  He saw you and said you were really cute.  I guess I just agreed to
prevent any argument between us."

"Yeah, right!  You think I'm sexy, you want to fuck me," he sang,
misquoting Miss Congeniality...

"Or I could just push you out of the car once I get up enough speed.  Did
you have fun with him though?"

"Yeah.  I needed a shower, so he joined me in there, and then again on the
bed.  He even sucked me off after we were done to make sure he got all my
cum.  He's pretty good."

"Next time maybe invite Darcy along.  Wasn't very nice to just leave him
downstairs by himself."

"Uhhh, he wasn't by himself, he was with you," he said stating the obvious.
"Plus, we were going up to fuck.  Darcy wouldn't have been okay with that
at all.  Don't worry Dad, I'm not an asshole.  If no one else had been
there, I wouldn't have gone upstairs with Layne.  I'd have told him we'd
have to do it another time.  Me and Layne were both pretty horny, so I
wasn't gone that long.  Most of my regular showers would take longer that
that."

"Fair enough.  Are you gonna get together again?"

He shrugged.  "I dunno.  I didn't get his number or anything, but I guess
if he's around sometime we might.  Why?"

"Just curious."

"He did ask if you and me ever fooled around together," he revealed.

"And what did you tell him?"

"I said he'd have to ask you that.  He laughed and said that's what you
said when he asked about me."

"I guess you're like me after all, huh?"

"Whoa!  No need to insult me Dad.  What did I do to you?"  He
chuckled. "Oh, guess what he called my gi?"  I shrugged.  "Woody wear!
Because it gave him a woody when he saw me in it.  I'm gonna use that from
now on.  "Woody wear!  Hey, wanna grab Mickey D's for dinner?"

"Sounds good to me.  Text everyone and see what they want."

He got his replies, and we picked up the food before returning home.  I
managed to pull Kyle aside and ask him not to say anything about me and
Darcy.

"Got it.  We don't want to piss Blake off?"

"Something like that," I laughed.

"How did you end up with your face in his ass?  I thought he was Blake's
karate tutor."

"He is, but Blake left him unattended after a practice to go up and fuck
Layne, so I didn't want him to feel left out," I said trying not to smile.

"And?  Did you fuck him?"

I grinned.  "Sorry, Doctor/Patient confidentiality."

"Nice!" he said fist bumping me.  "I'll bet he's tight."

I just gave him a jovial guffaw.  I thought it would be better than just a
grin.  Plus, I think jovial guffawing is more mature than giggling.

Layne texted me the next day to pick him up from school.  I was going to
refuse, but decided to go anyway, mainly to hear how he had liked meeting
Blake.  I'm sure he leapt halfway across the sidewalk to jump in the car
when I arrived.

"HEY!  So is Blake awesome or what!"

"I'm guessing I don't need to ask you if the two of you got along?"

"Oh, we got along.  He let me suck his dick, then he fucked me in the
shower and again on his bed!"

"That's my definition of getting along too," I grinned.

"What did he say about me?"

"Almost exactly the same thing."

"Think he'd want to be friends?"

"I have no idea, but Blake gets along with most people and the fact that
your first meeting included a fuck, seems to indicate he likes you."

"Cool.  What about that Darcy guy?  Are you and him having sex like you do
with me?  How old is he?  Blake's age?"

"No, actually he's 16.  Same as you."

"Hot!  Bet you're fucking his ass off too huh?"

"He's actually just Blake's friend and tutor for karate.  I think he was
seriously surprised that you and Blake ran off to have sex yesterday."

He shoulda come up with us.  I wouldn't have minded."

"He might have minded.  Not every guy wants to watch two others go at it."

"I wouldn't want to hang around those types of guys," Layne said giving a
big grin.  "When can I come over and visit Blake again?"

Oh, so that's why you had me pick you up, huh?  You figured you might see
Blake and get his cock again."

"No... well, not that I'd turn it down if he offered.  I just wanted to
know how Blake liked me or if he said anything.  I would come over right
now, but I promised Uncle Steve I'd come right home after school today."

"You could have asked me this on the phone ya know," I said turning to look
at him as I drove.

"I know, but I was hoping maybe we could hang out for a little bit.  I
could thank you for letting me meet Blake."

"I think you already have."

"No, I mean thank you in my bedroom...if you know what I mean."

"No clue," I laughed as he put his hand on my leg.  We pulled up at his
Uncle's place a short while later.  "Is your Uncle going to be home?"

"Probably.  He picks Jimmy up from school, so they usually are here earlier
than me."

"I probably shouldn't come in then."

"Awww, come on.  You're here anyway. Please!"

How can you refuse that, especially when the boy reaches over and takes
hold of your crotch through your jeans?  "Fine, just for a little bit."

"Lit!"

We announced our arrival as soon as we got in the front door.

"We're in the kitchen," Steve yelled back.

We entered to find both him and Jimmy just in their underwear at the
counter.  "We're making lemon pudding for dinner," Jimmy said quickly.  "Hi
Justin!"

"Hi Jimmy.  It looks good," I smiled.

"It is.  Wanna try some?"  He asked holding up a spoon for me.

I leaned in to lick it.  "Nice.  Very lemony," I smiled.

"That's `cause it's lemon," he reiterated.

"You wanna try some, Layne?"  Steve asked.

"Sure!"

He reached a couple fingers into the mix and slid them both into Layne's
mouth and pulled him closer to him.

"That tastes good!"  Layne said when the fingers were removed.

"Here, try some more, boys," Steve grinned as he slapped some on each of
Jimmy nipples, causing the boy to giggle.  We both leaned down to lick it
off, causing Jimmy to giggle even louder.  He's definitely a giggler, not a
jovial guffawer.

"Why don't you boys slip those clothes off so you don't get pudding all
over them," Steve said more as a directive than a suggestion.  I was going
to tell him I couldn't stay, but it seemed like there really wasn't going
to be no taken as an answer, so I took off my shirt and pants to join in.
"Slip those panties off too.  Might as well enjoy yourselves."

Jimmy stared at his Uncle.  "They're not panties.  They're underwear.  Only
girls wear panties," he pointed out.

"True.  How about you slip yours off as well?"  He said as he reached over
and pulled Jimmy's underwear down, before undressing himself, leaving all
of us completely naked.  He lifted Jimmy up to sit on the table and then
slapped pudding on Layne's nipples for the younger boy to lick off.  His
face was a mess by the time he finished, but he didn't seem to care.

"Would you like to try a pudding pop, Justin?"  Steve asked.

"Uhhh, sure," I replied.  In hindsight I should have asked more questions,
but it seemed innocent enough a question.

"Good."  He turned me around and bent me over the table quickly with a hand
around my neck.  Then with his other hand he scooped up some pudding and
slapped it in my ass crack.

"Unnngggghhh," I grunted as he slammed his cock into me without warning.

"Now you've been popped with pudding," he laughed, almost evilly, as he
fucked me.  At least my ass is gonna smell lemon fresh.  He scooped up a
bit more pudding and dropped it on Jimmy's little penis which was now
erect.

"There you go Layne.  Pudding on a stick for you," he said.  Jimmy laughed
as Layne leaned over to lick it all off. Once he was done, Steve put more
pudding on Layne's nipples and Jimmy leaned over to lick them clean.  I
meanwhile, was still having my pudding pop.  I wonder how long they last.

"Ughhhh," he grunted suddenly and pulled out.  "Pudding with a topping of
cream.  Nothing better," he said slapping my ass.  "Layne kneel down and
clean him up."

He kept me bent over as Layne got behind me and began rimming my ass.  I
could only imagine what it looked like with pudding and cum back there.  I
personally don't think that flavour is going to catch on at major
restaurants.  Maybe at one of those artsy types it might.  Jimmy leaned
over and rested his head on my lower back to watch.

"No fair.  How come he gets all the pudding?"  He complained.  "We made it,
so I should get more!"

"Don't worry.  There's still lots," Steve laughed.  "Turn around and get on
your knees, Jimmy.  Put your head down and your ass up."

The kid scrambled around on the table to do as he was told and Steve
grabbed a big spoonful of pudding and dropped it right onto the boy's butt.

"This is a nice bowl full of pudding," he joked as he bent over and ate the
pudding right out of the upturned crack.  Jimmy giggled the entire time.
So much for the rule about not playing with your food.  By the time Layne
had finished cleaning my ass of pudding, Steve had done a good job of
emptying his `bowl' as well.

"Okay, Jimmy hop down.  Justin, lie on your back on the floor.  Layne you
crawl over him 69 position."

I got on my back and watched as Steve dropped more lemon pudding on my dick
and then coated Layne's cock and balls.  It doesn't take a genius to know
what was expected at this point.  I took Layne into my mouth and I have to
admit sucking a dick covered in lemon pudding might be my new favorite
thing.  I could see Steve get into position behind Layne and give him his
own pudding pop.  I felt a small hand grab my balls and I had no doubt that
Jimmy was watching his foster brother suck my dick.

"Can I have more?"  Jimmy asked after a minute of watching.

"Sure, come over here," Steve said to him.  I couldn't see exactly what was
going on, but from where Jimmy's feet were, I guessed that he was licking
pudding of Steve's chest.  Once we'd licked it all up, we switched places
again.  This time Layne sat on the table and Steve dropped a big spoonful
of the lemon pudding onto Layne's crotch.  Jimmy just assumed it was for
him and quickly got to work, eagerly licking it all up.  I only got to
watch for a few seconds before I was down on my knees sucking the pudding
off Steve's dick.  I think it had a hint of cum this time.

For the final serving, Layne lay back on the table and Jimmy straddled him,
leaning in so they were face to face.  Steve pulled Layne's cock out from
under the smaller boy and lay it up along his ass crack.  At first I
thought he was going to put the older brother's cock into Jimmy, but all he
did was drop a bit of pudding on Layne's mouth so the boys could kiss and
clean their faces.  I may never see pudding the same way again.  I'm going
to be at a restaurant one day and they announce the special is pudding, and
I'll bone up and faint from lack of blood to my brain.  I'll end up with
spotted dick instead.  (It's a British desert, weirdos!)

"Okay boys.  That's enough dessert for now.  Go get cleaned up and we'll
make dinner."

I hope they're not having hot dogs, I thought as I ran upstairs.  God knows
how they'd use them and don't even get me started on the condiments for the
buns.  The three of us headed to the main bathroom where I let Jimmy and
Layne shower first.  They left the shower curtain partially back so we
could talk.

"So, do you like lemon pudding, served Uncle Steve style?"  Layne chuckled.

"I do!"  Jimmy giggled.  "It's fun.  I like it when my bum is licked or we
have to put our lips together.  It's kinda like we're kissing."

"That's because we are kissing," Layne told him.

"Yeah.  Do you guys still have pudding in your bums?"

"No, I think it's all cleaned up," Layne replied. "Just like yours."

"I was a pudding bowl," Jimmy chuckled.  "And we didn't even need spoons."

"God, don't give him ideas," I said quickly as I watched Layne wash Jimmy
and make sure he was thoroughly cleaned before he told the boy to get out
and dry off so that I could get in.

"Did you enjoy the pudding pop?"  Layne asked as he let me get under the
water.

"I hadn't expected it, that's for sure.  I can honestly say I've never done
it with pudding before."

"I think it's fun.  We also have whipped cream sometimes," Layne said as he
washed my dick for me, causing it to inevitably go erect.

"I'm not allowed to have pudding pops yet," Jimmy commented.  "Uncle Steve
said I'm still to small for that.  I wish my wiener got as big as you
guys."  He had stopped drying himself and was now watching us, his own
penis having gone hard.

"It will buddy.  You just gotta be patient.  Probably another year and
you'll start puberty," Layne advised.

"Well it better hurry and start," he complained.  "Me and my friend Quinn
keep checking but so far nothing is happening."

"Just don't worry about it bro.  Nothing you can do to make it start.
It'll just happen one day and the next thing you know you're blasting cum
all over yourself and getting hair stuck in your zipper."

"Cool!"  He grinned.  "Me and Quinn keep playing with our wieners all the
time and measuring them to see if they've grown any.  I think mine did a
little, but Quinn's hasn't.  He's a bit bigger than me though, so he might
puberty before me.  Maybe I should invite him over for pudding!"  He
giggled.

"That may not be a good idea.  He may want pudding like that at home and
get into trouble."

Jimmy just chuckled.  "I'm gonna go get my `panties' back on.  See ya
downstairs!"  He said as he ran off.

"Great.  Now he's going to call them panties.  I can already see the call
home to my parents from the school."

"But you look so cute in your little panties," I joked.

"Shut up, or I'll give you pudding pop to take home!"

"You know that's not incentive to get me to shut up, right?"

We finished showering and I have to tell you it's not easy fingering
pudding out of your ass.  I might poop yellow for a week.  Someone will
send me for an MRI or CAT scan if they see the color of my poop, or what's
that thing they put in your butt?  A Colin-oscopy!  I'll have to ask Colin
to give me one when I get home.  I'm laughing on the inside...I love my
jokes.  Layne and I headed downstairs to get our clothes, and things in the
kitchen had returned to reasonably normal state.  Steve and Jimmy were back
into underwear preparing food.

"Are you joining us for dinner, Justin?"  Steve asked as I got dressed.

"Thanks, but I promised I'd be home tonight," I lied.  I just didn't want
to be the main course at the buffet.  "Maybe next time."

He smiled.  "I'll have Layne give you a call when we're having German or
Polish sausage night."

"I'll be sure to bring the sauce."

"Don't worry.  We have sauce!"

Layne walked me to the door.  "Thanks for coming over.  Sorry you can't
stay longer."

"Me too but I had fun.  At least I got to enjoy dessert with you."

"Layne, go make sure your brother doesn't burn the kitchen down.  I'll walk
Justin to his car," Steve said as he joined us.  Layne and I said out
goodbye's and Steve walked me to the car.

"Looks like you and Layne are getting along well."

"I think so."

"Good.  The boys are back with their parents next weekend, so why don't you
come over on Saturday or Sunday.  I have a couple of boys coming over that
I'm sure would love your big cock buried in them.  Neither have been fucked
yet, but I've been getting them ready to pop this weekend."

"Will there be pudding?"  I joked.

"Doubtful.  You can help me strap them down and gag them with their
underwear before I take their cherries.  I think a nice big cock like yours
would really be good for them."

"How old are they?"

"Old enough to know they're little sissy boys who need a man to take
control of them.  I'll even let you pick one to take home with you
afterward.  Of course, I'd let them watch you get fucked too.  One boy has
a decent size cock that you'd enjoy.  So far all they've enjoyed is sucking
dick and rimming, but this weekend will be their deflowering.  You should
join us."

"I'll see if I'm free."

"Good.  Bring along any of your own boys if you want.  I don't mind a few
extra holes to use."

Driving home, I had a sudden craving for sausage and pudding.  I'm the guy
they target for ads.  I'm susceptible to mind control.  I wondered if I
should actually go over to Steve's on the weekend to help protect the boys
from their first anal assault.  I have a feeling Steve may not be the best
guy to train them.  His technique is shall we say...a bit rough.  I love
seeing boys get their cherries popped, but I prefer a slower, more mellow
approach.  I do enjoy seeing the first anal pop...so there's that...and I
do like pudding.

By the time I got home dinner was almost ready, so I raced upstairs to use
the bidet and get the rest of the pudding out of me.  I didn't bother to
look as to whether or not I was still `lemoned', but I rinsed a couple
times just to be sure.  I was just about to jump in the shower when Blake
arrived in the bathroom.

"Can I talk to you Dad?"

"I'm just about to take a shower, can it wait?"

"Sure," he said as I moved to get under the water.  Blake didn't seem to
take the hint, as you might expect.  He stripped and joined me.  His first
act was to take the soap and help wash my cock and balls.

"So, I was at the mall earlier, like not after school or anything, like at
lunch.  I like going over there as they have better food than at school."

I wonder which part of, `can it wait until after my shower' was lost on
him?

"But all the tables at the food court were taken so I asked this older guy
if I could sit at his table because he wasn't using all his seats.  When I
started talking to him, he said he was surprised that a kid my age was
talking to a stranger.  I told him that everyone was a stranger until you
met them and got to know them, so it was a dumb rule.  Just like you taught
me, right?"

I was about to reply, but he just kept talking.

"He asked if I was worried that someone might hurt me if I talked to the
wrong person, but I told him I was pretty good at self defence.  I am
getting even better too.  Look at my muscles," he said as he flexed and
lifted one of my hands to wrap around his arm.  I was actually pretty
impressed by how solid it felt.  "Anyway, that's what I wanted to ask you.
Do you think I'm pre-cautious?"

"Huh?"

"Pre-cautious.  The man said I seemed pretty outgoing for my age since most
boys just stare at their phones and don't talk to anyone.  He said I was a
pre-cautious young guy."

"I think you mean precocious.  It means more advanced than your years."

"I dunno if that's what he meant, Dad.  I think he meant I was pre-cautious
like I knew how to not get attacked by older people looking to kidnap me
and have sex in a basement or something."

"You think that's what he meant, huh?"  I smiled.

"Maybe.  But I'm not sure.  That's why I'm asking."

"I still think he meant precocious. Most guys your age don't talk to
adults, especially strangers they don't know.  Would you have gone home
with him if he'd asked you to?"

"God no, Dad.  I'm not stupid.  I mean if he'd wanted sex, he probably
woulda asked, but he was way too old for that.  I think he was at least 50.
I know better than to go over to stranger's houses or get in their cars,
but there's nothing wrong with talking to someone in public right?  That's
probably what it means to be pre-cautious.  You gotta check people out
first before you make friends with `em."

"Right.  You're a pre-cautious precocious young guy...and just for the
record...I think my penis is clean.  You scrub it any more and I'll be
missing a couple layers of skin."

"I was just waiting until you got hard to help you cum, but I think you
musta had sex today, huh?  It's not going up."

"That's none of your business," I grinned.  "But it's good for you that I
didn't get hard, or I'd have shoved it up your ass and carried you around
like a ventriloquist dummy on it."

"You wish.  We know who'd be the dummy in this shower," he giggled.  I
reached around to swat him on the ass.

"Stranger danger!  Stranger danger!" he blurted out loudly.

"I'm not really a stranger though," I reasoned.

"No, but you're definitely strange!" he chuckled as he left the shower to
grab a big towel to dry off.  I shut off the water and followed him.  We
dressed and headed downstairs to set the table for dinner.

"Colin, your husband's penis is broken," Blake announced suddenly.  "He's
probably already had sex, so you might wanna ask one of us if you need to
get laid tonight."

"Blake!"  I said half yelling, half laughing at him.  "Just because I
didn't get hard in the shower while you were trying to soap the skin off my
body, doesn't mean I'm broken."

"Doesn't mean you're not," he said back quickly.  "Old age is a bitch, huh?
Can I sleep with you tonight, J.P.?"

"Since when do you ask?"  J.P. replied.  Blake shrugged and that brought
that conversation to an end as fast as it started.

Darcy had ignored me all week, and even when he was over at the house for
karate with Blake, he seemed to be avoiding me.  I knew it.  I'd finally
pushed him to far by exposing him to Kyle like that.  It was a calculated
risk that appeared to backfire.  They taught us that sometimes as a shrink,
you push the wrong button and it takes time for them to process new
information, so I gave him his space even during their sleepover, which
honestly seemed to go well.  The boys stayed up late, as advertised, and
ate more junk food than a dozen frat boys on pot.  I smiled when I saw that
Darcy had decided to go skinny dipping with Blake, which was a good step,
and while I have no idea what time they actually went to sleep, I did hear
from Blake that Darcy slept in his bed.  That was all the detail I got
though, so I assumed they hadn't watched porn and jerked off as also
advertised.  The next morning several other guys came over, and Kyle,
Chance and Ben, took them fishing...for FISH!  God, I hope they don't come
back stinking of worms and wet salmon, which is probably worse than a wet
dog smell...I'm guessing.

By the time the boys returned they seemed excited as they'd caught several,
and decided it was a good idea to flop them onto the kitchen island.  I
think it's okay though as the island should be easy to tear out and burn in
the back yard when they're done.  Chance showed the guys how to gut the
fish and cook them.  I showed the guys how to projectile vomit.  Just
kidding.  I took Colin out for dinner at an upscale restaurant and kicked
him when he suggested the baked salmon.  We took our time and got home late
after a nice stroll at the beach.  I sniffed the air in case we needed to
put crime scene tape around the kitchen until a hazmat team could get in
there, but it seemed fine.  Like a green apple mountain breeze, or at least
that's what it said on the can of air freshener on the counter.  I'm
trusting the filters in the house air circulation system will do its job
overnight.  Colin and I had the patio doors open in the bedroom to get real
fresh air all night, and snuggled together after we finished our love
making.  See how romantic I'm getting?  I didn't say we fucked...and I even
took him to dinner first before nailing his cute little ass.

Sunday, Blake disappeared after his friends had gone home, reappearing a
couple hours later with Sienna, and rushed up to his room.  That's the last
I saw of them until they showed up in the kitchen, both dressed back in
Blake's underwear.  I'm guessing this will be their thing now.

"I like it over here," Sienna said.  "My parents aren't really cool with my
hanging out around the house without my shirt.  In my room, it's ok, but
not anywhere else.  Your Dad is pretty cool."

"He's okay, for a Dad," Blake shrugged just glancing at me.

 "You know I'm sitting right here, right?"

"I think you're cool.  If I sat like this around my Dad, he'd get all
weird."

"Justin is always weird, so it's hard to tell," Blake joked.  He better be
joking.

"Do you think my boobs are too small?"  She asked me.

"No.  I think they're perfect for your body.  Those fake oversized ones
don't really do anything for a girl with a brain.  I think the only reason
girls go for massive breasts is to take a way from the fact that they have
nothing else going for them.  You seem smart and beautiful."

"Thanks," she grinned.  "I like my boobs too.  It's just if you ask boys,
they have a tendency to drool and lose brain functions before they are able
to answer.  Blake had no trouble saying he liked them."

"Blake's like that.  He says what he's thinking.  Sometimes without
thinking, even..." I said giving him a knowing look.

"Justin, do you think girls should be allowed to go shirtless like boys?"
Blake asked.

"I think that they should, yes.  If boys can, then what's the difference?"

"Exactly.  Girls should be treated equal," Sienna nodded.

Great she's a card carrying feminist, but I'm not sexist, just gay.  "I
agree.  We should be advanced enough as a society to accept girls and guys
as equal to each other.  Sometimes a girl can do something better than a
boy and vice versa.  Sometimes it has to do with physical strength,
sometime with maturity.  Boys have a tendency to think with their penises,
girls with their brains," I joked.

"I noticed," she laughed.  "Boys at our school are like that.  I was at the
beach last year and some of the boys from our school were there and saw me
without my shirt.  After that, all they could do was stare at my chest at
school and hold their backpacks in front of them.  I think they even told
their friends."

"That's boys for you."

"Not all boys.  I'm not like that," Blake said trying to defend himself.

"No, but you do think with your penis a lot."

"Duh!" Blake grinned.  "It's because it has better ideas than other parts
of me."

"I like that you guys are open to talk about pretty much anything.  If I
talked like this at home, the conversation would end fast and I'd get sent
to my room," Sienna acknowledged with a sweet smile.  "If I ever said one
thing about sex, I'd get the `you're not old enough yet,' speech.  Blake
says you guys don't even care if he has sex or not."

"We care.  We just wouldn't stop him unless we thought he was doing
something dangerous."

"Yeah, like they took me to the Amazon jungle and let me hunt and be a
fertility warrior, but I'm not allowed to have a tiger now that I'm home."

"Only because there are laws about it here," I smiled.  "Which are
different than the jungle."

"I think I'd enjoy the Amazon.  Blake's stories were pretty cool."

"Maybe you can come next time we go," Blake offered.  "I'll bet the tribe
would love to get to know you.  They'd probably go crazy watching us have
sex in front of them."

"Blake!"  She said giving a warning glance as her eyes darted to me and
then back to him.

"Oh right.  Sorry.  I'm not allowed to tell anyone we had sex because of
that reputation thing at school," he said looking at me.

"Blake!  You just told someone," she scolded.

"No, I didn't.  Justin's not a someone.  He's my Dad.  He won't tell anyone
at school.  I mean he screws lots of guys and doesn't tell their friends
about it.  Right Dad?"

"I'm not even sure how to respond to that.  I'd like to believe I'm a
someone...just for the record."

"Yeah, but you're a Dad someone, not a real someone like at school."

"Not sure that's better, Blake," I laughed.

"I think you're a real someone, Justin," Sienna said smiling at me.  "I
like older guys to talk to because they know a lot more than kids our age."

"Not Justin," Blake teased.

"That's mean Blake.  I think your Dad is really nice.  I'll bet all your
friends like him, way more than their own parents.  You're lucky to have
someone like him."

"Yeah, Blake!"  I nodded.

"It's the other way around actually.  I think Justin likes all my friends
because he thinks they're cute and wants them.  Not because he's smart."

"Before you insult me more, I should leave you to the rest of your day.  Do
you have any other plans?"

"No, not really.  We only planned on having sex and we've done that, so now
we can just hang out.  Sienna has to be home for dinner anyway.  "Do you
know if Kurt or Patrick are downstairs?  I promised Sienna I'd let her see
their penises.  She's never seen uncircumcised ones before."

"I haven't seen them today, but you shouldn't make promises like that until
you ask the guys first.  They may not be comfortable with it," I told him,
trying to sound parental.

"Dad!  They run around here naked like everyone else, and they're straight,
so I think they'd be fine showing Sienna their junk.  She might even want
to try them to see if an uncircumcised penis feels different, but I told
her it wouldn't be as good."

"Why not?"  I asked frowning, slightly confused.

"Uh...hello!  She's already had my big one inside her vagina, and Kurt and
Patrick are only like 6½ inches.  I think she'd just want to know if it
felt different with the skin on the head moving back and forth."

"Oh," I acknowledged.

Sienna just laughed.  "God, I'd be ground until college if I talked like
this at home."

"He might still be...for offering his friend's penises without their
permission."

"I'm sure they won't mind.  They're 19 already, and you said you like older
guys, so they're pretty smart about this stuff.  Plus, they both know how
to fuck good already anyway.  Kurt is better than Patrick though."

"You let them fuck you?"  She asked.

"A couple times.  Not all the time though, only when they don't get laid
with girls and are super horny.  They're straight guys, but we don't mind,
do we, Dad?"

"Apparently not," I smiled.  "Everyone is equal here.  Girls, straight
boys, 14-year-old pervert boys."

"Old Dads," Blake added with a chuckle before he and Sienna headed off.

"Your Dad is so cool," Sienna said as they walked away.

"Meh.  He could be cooler," Blake replied giving a shrug.

No I couldn't!  I'm wicked cool.  Or is it lit woke epic cool with no
shade?  I'll check Google for todays updated urban speak.

Ben strolled down the back stairs almost as soon as the other two had left.
"Am I cool?"  I asked just to verify it.

"Sure.  For your age," he replied.

"For my age?  Dude, I'm 22."

"Yeah.  That's what I mean.  If I compare you to other 22-year-olds, you're
cool."

"What about next to a 16-year-old?"

"It's a different kinda cool.  Each age generation likes different things,
so we might not consider you cool with some stuff.  Blake giving you shit
again?"  He chuckled.  "If it helps, you're the best at sex of any guy I
know, and you're still super hot."

"Thanks.  Yeah, that helps.  What are you up to today?"

"Not much.  Razor and I are gonna hang out with Porter and Troy later.
Might go to Playland for a bit.  You're welcome to join us."

"Thanks.  I would but I've got some studying to do before tomorrow."

"Homework sucks dude.  I spent half of yesterday doing mine so I could go
out today.  There should be a child labour law against it or something."

"Agreed," I said and left him to get something to eat.

I'd forgotten about Blake and Sienna until Blake rushed upstairs a little
while later and streaked across the great room to the kitchen.  "Just
getting us all some drinks," he announced.

"Us all?"  I asked.

"Yeah.  Kurt and Patrick are here too."

"So, they were here?"  I asked surprised.

"They weren't, but I texted to tell them they should come over and meet
Sienna."

"And how's it going?"

"It's goin' good," he said nonchalantly.  "Sienna tried Kurt's penis
already and now she's just checking out Patrick's."

"I thought she didn't fuck on the first date," I inquired.

"She doesn't.  We're not on a date, Dad.  This is for educational research
purposes; not having sex," he replied shaking his head as if I were stupid
not to know that.  He raced past me and back down the stairs with his
drinks.

I wonder if Kurt and Patrick know it's just for educational purposes.  Now
we all know I'm not a nosy person, but curiosity got the best of me, so I
grabbed the laptop to check out what they were up to.  I saw them on the
pool level in the hot tub.  Sienna was on her back with Patrick fucking her
as Kurt watched, sitting next to them.  Blake got onto his hands and knees
and leaned in to kiss Sienna as she was being `educated'.  Kurt stood up
and went behind Blake and quickly entered him.  Moments later, it looked
like Sienna said something and the two straight boys switched.  Now Kurt
was fucking Sienna, while Patrick was in Blake.  When they were done in
that position, Blake stood up with Kurt and Patrick on either side of
Sienna holding her legs up as they watched Blake fuck her.  They both
reached over to play with Sienna's boobs at almost the same time.  From the
look for their erections you could have hung weights on them and not caused
them to go down.  I was focused on watching and almost shot off the couch
when I felt hands on my shoulders.

Colin leaned over the back of the couch and kissed the side of my
face. "What're you doing?"

"Watching an educational show, live from the hot tub."

He jumped over and sat next to me to look at the screen.  "That's what
we're calling it now?"

"That's what Blake is calling it," I smiled as I explained the scenario.

"Looks like they're fucking to me," Colin smirked.

"No.  Sienna doesn't fuck on the first date and she just met Kurt and
Patrick, so it's educational research to check out the difference between
cut and uncut."

"Oh.  Maybe you and I should do some research."

"Gross.  I'm not going down to fuck her.  There's no amount of research
worth that," I said smiling at him.

"I was thinking you and I could do some," he said grabbing my crotch.  "We
could see how many times 8½ goes in to 27."

"Huh?"

"Your dick size into my age," he clarified.

"Oh, right!  Yeah.  That'd be good research," I laughed.  "Math never was
my strong subject, so I guess I should practice."  I closed the laptop and
we began making out on the couch.  I have to say it was an unexpected
result because by the time we were fully undressed, 8½ had already gone
into 27 once...in the form of a blowjob, but it must be new math because
7½ had gone into 22 exactly the same number of times.  Even when we 69'd
the numbers remained identical, and it wasn't until I was on my back with
my head on the armrest and my legs around Colin's waist that 7½ went
into 22 more than the other way around.  I was enjoying him kissing me as
he did his research inside me.  Maybe once I've learned to be a
psychologist, I could train to be a scientist, or mathematician next.

"Oh gross!  Get a room!"  We heard from behind us.  I looked past Colin to
see Blake and Sienna standing there, back in their boxers.  "Do your
parents ever screw in front of you?"  He asked, looking at her.

"My parents have never had sex," she laughed.

"Come on, let's go to my bedroom.  I think I'm gonna hurl," Blake said as
he came over and slapped Colin on the ass, before they ran off chuckling.

"Oh sure, seeing us do sex research is gross when he has company over, but
try to get him to stop joining in when he's by himself," I said smiling.
"Did we come to any conclusions yet with our findings?"

"Couple more minutes and we'll definitely come to a conclusion," Colin said
as he fucked me faster while we kissed.  He drove into me hard and I could
feel his dick pulsating in my virgin-like tight hole.  As soon as he pulled
out, he went down on me and kept going until I'd come to my own conclusion
about our research.  He grabbed my hand and we raced upstairs to take a
shower.

"I don't think we did that right," I commented as he washed my ass for me.

"We didn't?" Colin asked, slightly amused.

"No.  We might need more research to be sure the results are different each
time.  Don't we need some sample set or a baseline something to compare our
finding to?"

"You're probably right.  I guess we'll have to do it repeatedly until we're
sure."

"Like the next 40 to 50 years?"  I said turning to hug and kiss him.

"At least!"  He said as we hung out under the warm water before drying off
and jumping back into some clothes.  We headed to the kitchen for something
eat and were joined a few minutes later by Sienna and Blake, both of whom
had gotten dressed again.

"Can one of you drive Sienna home?"  Blake asked.

"Sure.  Not a problem.  I'm surprised you didn't just go ask Kurt or
Patrick."

"They left already.  They only came over so Sienna could see their
penises."

"Well it was nice of them to stop what they were doing and come over to
help you out," I said almost sarcastically.  "I hope you thanked them, and
learned what you wanted to know."

"I did," Sienna said politely.  "They didn't feel different than other
penises, they just looked different.  Like sausages instead of penises."

"An education is a good thing," I replied somewhat amused while Colin tried
not to break into laughter.

I drove Sienna home with Blake tagging along, and as he had before, he
walked her to the door.  He jumped back in the front seat and we decided we
would make dinner for everyone, so stopped to pick up some steaks.

"Sienna thought it was cool that you and Colin were having sex.  She said
her parents were too stuck up to do that."

"Most parents are," I replied nodding.  "Did you make it upstairs before
you hurled?"

"I was just joking about that.  I don't mind it when you guys have sex."

"Speaking of that.  Did Kurt and Patrick enjoy fucking Sienna?"

"Oh, they weren't fucking Dad.  She just wanted to see how their penises
felt in her vagina with the foreskin.  I tried them too, but it just felt
like a penis to me.  I don't think it makes a difference at all."

"I think that the difference is for the guy.  From what I know, the guy
with the uncircumcised penis; his head is a bit more sensitive than a cut
guy.  Mainly because the tip of protected by the skin all the time."

"Yeah.  That's what Patrick said.  They seemed to be extra sensitive
because they both came a couple times.  I only came once, so that makes
tons of sense.  I showed Sienna how to suck an uncut penis `cause she
wasn't sure, but the guys said she did it pretty good anyway.  They offered
to come over again if she wanted to learn anything else."

"I'm sure they did, buddy.  I'm sure they did," I laughed.  Straight boys
would have no trouble offering themselves up for educational purposes.

"Guess who one of her boyfriends was?"

"No idea."

"Conrad," he said grinning.  There's a name I never wanted to hear again.

"Is it over between them now?"  I asked, not sure what else to say.

"Yeah.  She said they went out for a bit and he was fun but too needy at
times.  I guess after they had sex a few times, then they did some kinky
stuff.  Like he took her to the woods to have sex outside and then told
some of the guys, who snuck out to watch them when he said where they'd be.
Sienna said she knew they were watching which she found pretty hot, but
Conrad would only want to do things like that and not be romantic or
anything."

"I can see that.  You already know my opinion of Conrad."

"True.  But Sienna likes doing kinky stuff sometimes.  She has a whole list
of things she wants to do."

"Do I dare ask what they are?"

Blake smirked.  "If I tell you what some are, you have to promise not to
say anything, okay?"

"Who would I tell?"

"Do that doctor/patient thing with me, okay?"

"Deal."

"And don't get mad."

"Why would I get mad?"

"I dunno.  You just might when you hear some of them."

"I doubt it.  I think I've heard pretty much every type of kinky you could
imagine."

"Well she said one day she wants to be able to take two penises in her
vagina at once."

"That's a pretty common fantasy, I think.  Even guys think about that," I
said smiling.

"She has lots of others.  Like she wants to do twins one day.  She likes
older guys and wants to spend the night with one.  She also has a fantasy
of doing a father and son at the same time.  She said when she's old enough
she would maybe like to try making a porn one day, and she wants to do it
on the beach while people watch.  She also wants her best friend to watch
her have sex."

"Those seem pretty reasonable.  It's not like she wanted to be probed by
aliens and have their babies."

Blake chuckled.  "Probably only because she hasn't thought of it yet."

"I don't know why you thought those would make me mad."

"Well...I like Sienna and thought maybe I could help her out with some
stuff.  She said she really likes you and thinks you're super hot for a
Dad.  I almost threw up a bit in my mouth when she said it, but I managed
to control myself."

I rolled my eyes.  "Good to hear."

"Anyway, she asked if you were completely gay or would you ever do a girl?"

"She wants sex with me?"  I asked shocked.

"Kinda.  Actually she didn't say it like that.  When she saw you and Colin
having sex, she saw your penis and said she could see where I got my big
one from.  She asked if you'd had the talk with me about sex and if that's
why I'm as good as I am in bed."

"Let me guess.  You and Conrad are the only two she's had sex with so she
has no idea what good sex is actually like?"  I teased.

"Ha Ha.  Very funny.  We all know I'm awesome at it.  Like father, like
son."

"Did you just compliment me?"

"Not that I'd ever admit out loud," he smiled.  "She asked if I'd ever be
comfortable being in group sex if you were part of it too?"

"Is this going where I think it's going?"

"Probably.  Okay, this is the part not to get mad at, okay?"

"Go ahead."

"She asked if maybe one day you me and her could have sex together and
double fuck her?  She also asked if maybe J.P. or Jason would want to play
as well?"

"Sounds like she wants to knock off three fantasies at once."

"Four.  She wants to spend the entire night in bed with us too."

"Your new friend with benefits wants you and me to gang bang her all night
with another one of my brothers...who are all gay?"

"Yeah.  Pretty much.  I told her I'd ask.  So I'm asking.  Oh, and when
Patrick and Kurt fucked me, she thought that was pretty hot and wondered if
I did it with you guys at all as she'd get wet seeing it."

"Where the hell did you find a chick like that?"

"Probably the same place you find all the kinky gay boys you bring home,"
he reasoned.  Touché.

"Let me ask you a blunt question, and give me the truth okay?  Did she come
up with all that, or was this your way of trying to have sex with all of us
hoping that by throwing your girl friend in the mix we wouldn't notice
you?"

"Ummm...maybe a little.  When she told me of some of her fantasies, I told
her that you guys were triplets and liked group sex.  She's already seen
that I like both girls and boys, so I think I kinda suggested the idea and
she built on it.  Now she thinks it would be like the wildest night ever if
we could do some, or all, of it.  She said she'd even be happy if you just
wanted to sleep with us one night."

"She does understand the definition of gay, right?"

"Yeah, but I think I might have told her that you've done girls before, so
she thinks you might like her too.  Please Dad.  It'd be epic and I think
it would make me and Sienna even better friends."

"Are you planning on being her boyfriend at some point?"

"I doubt it.  We both agree that just being friends with benefits is more
fun.  No bullshit expectations that way.  I mean she went with Conrad and
that didn't work out so well."

"Well, he's not the ideal guy to pick as a boyfriend.  You're a hundred
times better than Conrad, and you'd make a good boyfriend."

"Duh!  But I'm not sure what I want just yet.  I'll know when it's right.
That's what they say, anyway.  At the moment, it just feels right to be
friends with Sienna, not a couple.  So will you?  Have sex with us?"

I rolled my eyes.  "You already know the answer, don't you?"

"Yeah," he said a bit quieter.  "You want me to set it up for this
weekend?"  he giggled.

"No!"

"That's what I thought.  Can I ask you something?  You know after we came
back from the Amazon, you said you'd relax the rules about sex, but you
still really won't do anything with me.  Will there ever be a time where
you'd like me enough to have lots of sex all the time, like you do with
everyone else?"

"Blake, I like you more than anyone on the planet.  I just think that it's
important for you to find your own identity.  To explore with kids your own
age.  Part of the fun of being 14 is to try things for the first time.  To
explore who you are.  To teach your friends what you know and see how they
react.  Hell, it's even to get into trouble and make mistakes.  All part of
growing up.  To jump into bed with Colin and me every night wouldn't let
you form your own identity.  You'd be starting off with fully experienced
guys who are the best at sex anywhere, and you'd get a warped sense of
reality about it."

"Oh brother.  I'll tell you who has the warped sense of reality, if you
think you're the best at sex," he chuckled.  "I know you've said that kinda
stuff before, but we should look at this logically, Dad.  I know more about
sex than almost every kid my age, or even anyone under 18.  That's because
of what I've learned from watching you guys, or being allowed to do things
that most other parents would probably ground their kids for.  Name me one
other parent that would pimp their kid out to a whole tribe of naked
warriors to get their girls pregnant and then offer his ass up for daily
fucking.  I think I can handle sex with you guys and still learn other kid
things.  And dude, I can get into so much trouble I could keep you busy
24/7 if you want me to."

"Put that idea on the back burner for now," I laughed.  "I think you get
into just the right amount of trouble as it is."

"Everyone else in the house is fine teaching me about sex and giving me
pointers, I just thought maybe you'd want to as well, since you're my Dad
and all, and it's kinda your job to help me grow up."

"It is, and I don't have a problem having sex with you, I just think you
should grow up at your own pace."

"Let me ask it a different way," he said sitting back and thinking.  I
wonder if he's been going through my psychology books, or if he's just
really this mature now.  "In my head, I know lots about sex, but I don't
really know if I have all the skills of it yet.  Could I show you what I
know, and maybe you could give me pointers on how to do it better?"

"Nice 180, buddy.  Props.  So basically, instead of me showing you about
sex, you'll show me what you've learned and ask for my critique?"

"Exactly.  That way you're not really having sex with me.  I'm asking for
your opinion on how well I'm doing in my sexual education.  You always said
I could come to you for help with homework, and this is kinda like
homework."

"One day Blake you're gonna take over the world."

"Yeah.  It's on my pre-18 bucket list."

"What's a pre-18 bucket list?"

"All the things I plan on doing before I kick the kid bucket and become an
adult."

"Makes sense."

"Oh, I just had another thought too.  Maybe when Sienna is over again, you
could watch us have sex and give us some pointers.  I'm sure she'd find
that pretty hot, but you probably should be naked so it makes her more wet.
She said girls do that when they get horny to makes the boy's penis slide
in easier without needing lube.  Do you think their bums get wet like that
too?"

"No.  Asses aren't self lubricating like vaginas."

"Okay.  See, I just learned something new.  Think how much cool stuff you
could show me if we were practicing it?"

"You pitched a decent proposal that was actually well thought out.  As a
result, I'll agree to spend one night with you and let you show me what you
know, and I'll give you some pointers."

"Really?  You mean it?  I did it?"

"You did."

"YES!  Who's the man?!"  he said wiggling in his seat and waving his arms
around.

"That remains to be seen," I laughed as I tried to calm him down.  I mean
he's right.  It is my job to make sure he's ready for the world ahead, and
we'd created this sex monster.  Might as well see if we have something
normal or a morphed genetic freak of a monster.

We got home where Colin helped me barbeque while Blake let everyone know
that we were having steaks.  He babbled on about Sienna, how cool she was,
and how awesome he was at sex, and knew it because she told him.  We tried
ignoring him, but it's like when you have a bee buzzing around that no
matter how many times you swat at it, it just won't leave you alone.  Even
after dinner, he was still buzzing.  I thought about getting some of that
sticky fly paper shit for his mouth, but all we had was duct tape and that
didn't seem like it would be strong enough.

I told Kyle about how Blake had pitched his offer, and he just shook his
head.  "You know he's just playing you, right?  Chance and I have had lots
of sex with Blake recently, and believe me, he could teach all of us a
thing or two."

"I'm sure, but he asked so nicely."

"God, when I was 14, if I'd known even a tenth of what he knows at 14, I'd
have screwed Aaron right there in the pool the first day I met him, while
every one watched.  Instead of being so nervous and freaked out about it.
I wish I'd had you as parents when I first started puberty."

"Be careful what you wish for.  One day you may have a kid like Blake."

"God, could you imagine?"  He laughed.

"My point exactly."  Because of the mood Blake was in, he snuggled into bed
with us for the first time in a long time.  It was nice having him there,
but he still squirmed around as much as always.  I think I had two Charlie
horses, nine bruises, a busted nose, and a black eye by the time I woke up.
And I woke up in a hurry when I felt him trying to shove his dick in me.  I
grabbed it and turned him over to attack Colin.  He didn't seem to mind.
Blake, not Colin.  Colin minded, as he got out of bed to take a piss.
Leaving Blake to jerk himself off.

"You guys aren't gonna have morning sex?  Are you mad at each other?"  He
asked me.

"Not at all.  We're tired.  Someone kept us awake all night squirming all
over the bed," I replied as I snuggled up behind him, even as he was
masturbating his morning wood away.

"Yeah.  I have no idea how Colin sleeps with you.  Every time I opened my
eyes you were right there almost on top of me.  If you wanted me that bad,
you shoulda just gone for it.  I already told you I wouldn't mind ya know."

"Shut up and finish, will ya?  Time for school."

"Geez, way to kill the mood, Dad!"  He didn't even bother to catch his
jizz.  He just pumped it all over the bed.  Now we `re gonna have to change
the sheets.  I wiped it up after he jumped off the bed and ran to the
bathroom, but it's still gonna be crusty when it dries.  Not really my
problem as he busted on Colin's side of the bed anyway.

We were just heading out to the cars when Colin and I got a text from
Colleen asking if she could set up an appointment for us to come in and see
her.  I think my heart stopped twice, and then I got all dizzy and flushed.
I might have been having a stroke; it may have been the Ebola virus or
something, because Colin said he had the exact same thing.

We broke more than a few speed limits getting to her office to find out
what the results of her investigation were.  As we sat down, I'm pretty
sure I should have had paper towel wrapped around my palms as I was
sweating pretty badly.

"Thanks for making time so quickly," Colleen said before offering us a
drink of something.  We both took a bottle of water.  "I apologize for
taking so long, but there were a few details that came up in the course of
our investigation that we needed to research before deciding how to
proceed.  I'll give you the condensed version to start and then we can talk
more about where we go from here."

"Great," Colin acknowledged as I nodded my head wondering if I'd suddenly
got laryngitis.

"We began by running the DNA again from the sample you gave us and a new
sample we took from Jimmy.  There is no doubt that they are related as
there were enough genetic markers.  We contacted the police who looked into
the fire, and after some searching, we found items that had been pulled
from the house for their investigation.  We were able to get the DNA
samples, taken at the time of the autopsy, to compare to the boys."

I braced for it, as I knew from my research that having parent's DNA took
the probability from the low 80's to 99%.  Well, my research, and the fact
Colleen told us that on our last visit.

"There is no doubt whatsoever that Blake and Jimmy are full siblings.
Jimmy is Blake's younger brother, John."

"Oh my god," I blurted, and almost collapsing into the chair I was in.
"All this time, we thought he was dead?  How?"

"That's what took the time to investigate.  According to the police report,
they found five bodies in the house after the fire.  It was assumed they
were the family as to the location of the bodies, so a more thorough
investigation wasn't done.  When we revisited it, it appears that there
were two visitors in the house.  One boy in John's room and a woman in
Blake's room.  I'm guessing, and it's just a guess, that they assumed the
woman was Blake, and the boy was John.  In running additional DNA samples
during this investigation, it appears as if the woman and boy were mother
and son.  The police are still looking into missing persons reports to see
if they can determine who they were, but so far have not found anyone
matching their description.  We know Blake was at a friend's house at the
time of the fire, and when he returned, for some reason, no one put two and
two together to realize there was now an extra body.  The focus became
about what to do for Blake to help him through his trauma.  We only became
involved when Blake was turned over to us for care.  There was no reason
for us to go back to the scene of the incident, and for some reason the
police never put two and two together to realize there was now an extra
body in the incident, or they may have investigated further."

"This seems like some serious incompetence on the part of investigators,"
Colin remarked.

"I'd have to agree, and we've insisted they open a full investigation as to
how this happened.  While the DNA was taken during the autopsy, it was not
run for testing as it was considered an open and shut case at the time.
The fire was deemed a tragic accident, and therefore no criminal
investigation was launched.  When John showed up later, there was no file
on him being missing, so there was nothing to try to match him against.
Without his memory, he simply became a John Doe in hopes that one day he
would be able to help us find out where he belonged.  We have his
fingerprints on file, but again, nothing to match them too."

"This seems like a movie gone wrong," Colin said focusing on every detail
while my whole head was spinning about Blake having spent the last three
years believing he'd lost his entire family, and John having no idea that
he was living his life just a few kilometres from his real brother, and how
much they'd missed with each other.  "Are we sure that the other bodies in
the house were his family, or are we going to find out that they're all
actually alive somewhere?"

"No.  The other samples were tested as part of this investigation as well;
and the mother father and sister that perished in the fire, were related."

"Jesus.  How do we tell Blake this?  I mean he's a well adjust kid
considering what happened to him, but this could have some seriously
detrimental affects to both him and John.  Not to mention make him question
whether he might find other members of his family, considering what he was
told the first time," Colin said bluntly.  "How do you proceed in something
like this?"

"We'll need to proceed carefully.  We've already informed the Campbells
that it's possible that we've found a blood relative.  We felt that was the
best course of action in order to attain Jimmy's DNA sample."

"Are they aware of the result?" I asked.

"They are not.  We felt you should know first so that we can get your input
before we involve John, or Jimmy as he's known currently, and disrupt a lot
of lives.  I'm assuming Blake is also not aware of any of this?"

"He is not.  We simply told him the DNA test was for our ancestry family
tree," I told her.

Colin looked at me and then Colleen. "What happens now?"

"Now, we have to make decisions.  Children's services still have final say
over what happens to John at this point, as the welfare of the child is
still our primary focus."

I'm sure I heard Colin snort indignation at that comment, so I just gripped
his hand to let her finish before he attacked like a pit bull.  She
wouldn't stand a chance.

"The end goal is to see John and Blake reunited.  How we get there could
take several different paths."

"Such as?"  Colin asked bluntly.  I could hear him trying to remain polite
and professional, but I'd seen enough times where he went into his attack
mode, and this was the beginning of it.  The only thing we'd need when this
was all over is a bucket and mop to clean up all the blood spilled when he
was done with them.

"Talking with the team here, we realize that no solution is going to be
ideal, so I'd like to discuss all options with you.

"I'd like to make it clear that we definitely want Blake and John back
together living with us," I added.

"That is one option," she replied.  I looked at Colin, and this time it was
his turn to squeeze my hand. "The first option is to simply remove John
from the Campbells, and place him with you as your foster child until such
time as we go through the process to allow you to adopt him as his next of
kin.  This could add further trauma to a brain trying to recover,
especially considering he currently has no knowledge of Blake, or his past
life.  We would be like taking him from the only family he knows, without
giving him a chance to adjust.  Blake would no doubt recognize his little
brother, and that alone could seriously affect both boys if they're not
properly prepared for it.  There could also be adverse affects on the
Campbells eldest son, Layne, who has become very attached to John, and has
been told they were looking at adopting him.  We wouldn't do something like
that until Blake had been informed of his brother, and had had time to
process it and meet him again."

I didn't reveal to her that I'd already asked Layne what might happen if
they found John's real relatives and he'd been reasonably mature about it.
I did question her though.  "Has anyone asked Layne how he'd feel?"

"Not at this point, but it would be a discussion we'd have with the family
once we begin a systematic course of action."

"Couldn't this older boy continue to be an older brother figure to John
despite no longer living together?"  I asked, remembering what Layne had
hoped for if that happened.

"I think that would depend on how Blake felt.  In the past when siblings
have been reunited, we have found, almost invariably that the older sibling
takes an almost defensive position to protect their younger sibling from
future harm.  Blake could see Layne as a threat to his role as John's real
big brother.  Layne is 16, whereas Blake is 14.  That could cause a serious
power struggle, especially early on as John learned to reacquaint himself
with Blake, and understand their true relationship."

Actually, that made a lot of sense.  I suppose that now wouldn't be a good
time to mention that Blake already knew Layne, and that they become
`familiar' with each other already.  I'm sure it that would throw a real
wrench into the whole mess.  I may have already thrown that wrench in all
by myself, although I was pretty much a hundred percent confident that
Layne would never reveal how he knew us, and I'm damn sure their Uncle
Steve wouldn't say a word, so that part of the problem should be
controllable.  Blake may be the unknown if we spring this on him too fast.
He has a tendency to react before thinking sometimes.

"Another alternative is to let the Campbells know exactly what is
happening, but allow John, aka Jimmy, to stay with them, maintaining the
status quo, while easing Blake into the knowledge that his younger brother
is actually alive."

"You know that Blake is going to insist he be allowed to see him
immediately, right?"  Colin replied to that suggestion.

"Of course.  But we'd have to prepare Blake to understand John's state of
mind with the amnesia, and the need to slowly reveal the information as
John could handle it.  Do you think Blake is mature enough to understand
that, and could he do it?"

"I think he's mature enough, but this is a big ask, even for an adult."

"We agree, but it might be the best scenario to ease everyone into being
able to deal with this situation.  A lot would depend on the Campbells
willingness to agree to it.  They could simply say no and we're back to our
original situation of removing John.  That brings us to a third option.
Allowing the Campbells to adopt John and letting things remain as they
are."

"You mean not tell Blake about his brother?  That's a non-starter," Colin
said quickly, with me agreeing.

"No, we'd let the boys know about each other and let them meet.  Allow them
to develop a new relationship, but living with separate parents.  Many
siblings live apart due to a variety of situations, so this could be
explained as the best option to allow less trauma for both.  In time, John
may recover his memory and, when he's older, decide what type of
relationship he wants with Blake.  Meanwhile, Blake could maintain the life
he's gotten used to as well, while also adapting to the fact that he now
has his brother back, perhaps helping him regain his memory.

"It almost sounds to me as if that's the option you're leaning towards,"
Colin replied as he sat up, his posture stiffening.  Uh oh, I know this
stance.  Good thing I clipped his claws, and gave him medication to control
his fangs before we left the house.  "And what happens in that scenario if
John's memory comes flooding back and the boys want to live together as
they should?  The Campbells would have already adopted him."

"It would be something that could be worked out between the two families
should that situation arise," she replied.

"No.  Allowing the Campbells to adopt John is not something we'll allow,"
Colin said bluntly.  "It would simply make any future decisions untenable.
John is the same age now as Blake was when he came to live with us, and he
was very traumatized, but he was young enough to recover.  Allowing this
situation to go on any longer than necessary is unacceptable."

"That decision would ultimately rest with the Ministry until such time as
John is 19."

"Not to argue with you at this point in the process, as we all want what's
best for the boys, but I can assure you, that decision would lie with the
courts, not the ministry," Colin rebuked.  "I'm sure you understand that
having John's next of kin available would hold considerable weight over a
foster placement."

"Provided that the next of kin is a suitable placement, it would.  I'm not
saying that you aren't good parents, I'm simply pointing out that it's not
as automatic process as you might believe.  In the ideal world, John would
be placed back with his brother and you would adopt him.  Unfortunately, we
do not live in the ideal world."

"Obviously, or there wouldn't have been this egregious mistake in the first
place.  Authorities would have done a better job on the initial
investigation."

"We all agree on that, but this is where we are currently; and with three
years having gone by, roots have been put down by all parties."

"What legal rights do the Campbells have to John?"

"Realistically, none.  He is a foster placement, which means he could be
removed from their care at any time.  Only if he had been adopted would
they have any legal case.  For now, we have stopped that application."

"We could just petition the court for him," Colin said putting all our
cards on the table.  I was still working on the definitions of untenable
and egregious, but they sounded strong.

"You could, and it would certainly take any options off the table, but the
processes would be the same, and at the end of the day, it is the boys that
would get caught up in any battle, which could get delayed in red tape,
beyond a mutual non-court decision."

She had us there.  I'm sure the ministry could get investigators to look
into our lifestyle and boom, we'd have one or two negatives against us.  I
mean there's the whole scenario of allowing Blake being to order cars to go
wherever he wanted unsupervised, or having both girlfriends and boyfriends.
They wouldn't be happy about that.  Then who knows how they'll feel about
us having so many others living at the house.  Just one visit where we're
skinny dipping, and goodbye to our solid upstanding citizen status.  No, we
could have some serious black marks if they truly investigated.  But I knew
things too.  Like about their Uncle Steve and his bear in the woods game.
That isn't exactly a positive thing, especially when they return to the
city.  I mean allowing bears in urban environments never ends well.

"We'd agree, but Justin and I are unified in our decision that we want
Blake and John back together as brothers under one roof, as it should have
been from the outset.  In my mind, it seems prudent to let Blake know that
his brother has been found alive and let him process that for a short while
and explain the situation of John's memory loss.  Blake is smart enough to
be able to understand that.  Then we move John in with us and hopefully
with Blake being there, it might help jog his memory.  Blake still has his,
so he could tell of their life together, maybe read him stories, or talk
about their parents.  Then when John's memory comes back, I suspect we'd
need counsellors to be ready to help him adapt with the trauma of that
night."

"Please understand, we want the same things.  We want the boy's reunited in
the easiest way possible for all concerned, and having them live with
relatives is the best situation in the end," she capitulated.  "But how we
get there should take a delicate careful touch."

"May I be blunt?"  I asked.

"I would expect nothing less, having gotten to know you gentlemen over
these past few years," she said relaxing her official `I'm in charge'
bullshit.

"I don't want to sound insensitive, but the Campbells are foster parents.
Not relatives.  No claim to John whatsoever except to get money from the
province to look after him.  If they really care about him, they should
want him reunited with his brother, plain and simple.  As for their son,
give them another kid that they can foster and possibly adopt.  One that
doesn't have a family waiting for him.  I'd even be so bold as to say that
we'd be happy to allow Layne to stay in close contact with John, once Blake
and his brother have adapted to each other."

"I'll take that under advisement and discuss it with my superiors."

"Let's make this happen quickly.  Do I need to file any sort of legal
injunction to prevent an adoption taking place?"  Colin asked having return
to his calmer demeanor.

"No.  As I mentioned, we've already stopped the process from moving
forward.  Now that we know more than we did, we'll inform the Campbells
that we have found a next of kin, and let them know how they are related.
From there, we'll talk over strategy, and get their input about John as
they know him better than any of us at this point.  They may not share the
same approach as you, but hopefully they would want to see the boys
reunited, which would make it easier to find the best solution.  After
that, I recommend we get yourselves and the Campbells to meet and talk
things out...without the boys.  For now, the boys should be kept in the
dark until we have a solid plan for reunification."

Jesus, it was easier to get the Romulans and Vulcans back together than
this, but I kept that to myself.  We agreed to follow her lead for now, but
I think Colin made our point very clear that we would settle for nothing
less than John being returned to Blake under our roof at the conclusion.
We thanked her and she walked us out, after getting permission to tell the
Campbells something about the story that got the boys separated.  At this
point the Campbells had no idea of the fire.  That alone would be a shock
no doubt.  By the time we got back to the car, I think I was trembling and
Colin gave me a firm hug.  I think he needed one as much as I did.

"Oh my god.  I never in a million years expected this," I said looking at
Colin.  "I'm sorry.  I know this probably isn't how you saw our lives
together."

"Stop before you start.  I love our lives, "Colin replied.  "And we're
going to get Blake his brother back.  You can count on that.  Regardless of
what she just said, I'm getting Sam in on this.  He'll know how to proceed,
or can at least put us in contact with someone familiar with this type of
situation."

"Good."  We headed for dinner to calm ourselves.  I don't stress each, but
I think I ate an entire cow and a good half acre of salad.  "You know this
means we will now have two kids.  A 14-year-old and a 10-year-old," I said
to Colin.  "Most guys our age barely have one baby to deal with."

"Are you saying you don't think we should take John in?"

"No, not at all.  I was just talking out loud.  I mean we have all the guys
at home like Troy, who my parents adopted as my brother because he was a
street kid after running away from foster care when he was 14.  Kyle, who
we took in after he became emancipated from uncaring parents.  J.P. moving
in after we discovered he was my long lost triplet.  Ben whose father is in
jail.  And don't even get me started on Jason's kids whose mother was a
crack whore and died.  Does it feel like we're living in a soap opera and
that we just attract needy kids like the magnet north attracts compasses?"

"No.  It feels like we have an interesting life, full of love for lots of
people.  Would you prefer that it was just you and I living in a cabin in
the woods like the Beverly Hillbillies?"

"Would we skinny dip and make out all the time, or we be out shooting for
some food and find some bubbling crude?"  I giggled.  "You know we're like
those hillbillies anyway, right?  We have a swimming pool and movie stars."

"And you're as cute as Elly May and as dumb as Jethro," he added just to
complete our analogy.

"Weellll, doggies!"  I giggled.  "I'm so cancelling our subscription to the
old TV show channels."

"Justin, we both know that Blake was the best thing that could have
happened to us, and we wouldn't change that for anything.  Now it's time to
do the right thing again, and adopt his brother and make him more
complete."

"I know.  I just don't to fuck it all up."

"I don't think you could do that if you tried."

Now we were back to a waiting game.  And wait we did.  Because like I said
previously, we didn't have another option... Colleen did call us a few days
later, so Colin and I went into the office in the house to ensure we could
have some privacy.

"We've talked to the Campbells and informed them of the next of kin.  They
had mixed emotions as I'm sure you can appreciate.  We informed them of
what now know about the tragedy, and as you can imagine, they were
horrified and shocked.  They are concerned about how Jimmy night react when
he hears about it.  This could traumatize him further."

"We understand that, but I think it would be more traumatic for him...and
Blake if we don't address it early and give him the maximum time to adjust
while he's young," I reasoned.  Colin nodded in agreement.  I think I may
just have learned something from my psychology stuff.

"We agree.  The next step is to inform Jimmy of his real name and some of
the details about who he is.  For now, we'll leave out the tragedy that
went with it.  Hopefully that will spark some memories.  If it all comes
flooding back at once, we may have to be prepared to deal with any emotions
that go along with it.  He may face overwhelming depression, night terrors
or may not even know how to deal with what he's feeling.  Once see how he
reacts, we'll know the right time to tell him about Blake.  No doubt that's
where things will begin to pick up speed as we arrange to get the boys back
together.  I'll keep you in the loop as thing progress."

"Thank you for that, and if we can do anything in the meantime, please let
us know.  When are you planning on telling John about who he is?" Colin
said professionally.

"Friday.  We thought it best to do it before the weekend so he isn't at
school when anything hits him.  We'll have social workers on standby to
help the family if needed."

"Did the Campbells seem to object to John being taken from them when this
is over?"  I asked.

"That wasn't discussed in any great detail yet.  Especially as we all agree
that Jimmy should continue to have a stable environment as all this
unfolds."

"We understand.  Please keep us informed.  We'll be available 24/7," Colin
replied.  She hung up and we sat back thinking.

"Damn, this is all happening.  I just wish we could be there for Jimmy, or
John, whichever we end up calling him.  That kid is about to go through
another life altering situation," I said as Colin hugged me.

"He's young, so hopefully he'll bounce back like Blake did."

"Is it too soon to say I hope he bounces back better?"  I joked.

Back to more waiting.  I wish this was like those hour-long TV shows.  It
usually over within 45 minutes when you take out the commercials.  We had
to do our best to keep acting as if nothing was going on, but keeping news
of this magnitude from Blake was stressing both of us out.  I went to my
parents for some advice, as I was almost having my own meltdown.  I left
out the part about how I knew Layne in all of this, as that was going to be
a situation all on its own to deal with, and it may just have to be between
Layne and myself.  I may have to involve Steve as well, as it could all
come crashing down if we're not careful.  My parent basically said to let
the Ministry do what they're trained to do and wait, but did ask if I'd
shared this with Jason.  I mean we'd shared everything our whole lives.  I
thought about it, but then I figured he'd tell Alex, and Alex might blurt
it to someone, and before you know it, it's a meme on Reddit.  They both
recommended I take Jason aside and talk to him as we were closer than any
other two people could be.  I said I'd think about it.

I thought about it for a day and decided it was a good idea to talk it over
with the one guy who had shared my entire life with me.  We went for a long
walk on the beach below the house, so that we were away from prying ears.
Is it prying ears, or eyes?  Whatever...we didn't want anyone prying
anything from anywhere.

"Holy shit, bro!" He exclaimed when I'd told him the entire story.  "Jesus,
when you get into something, you really just throw yourself in feet first
with 40kg weights on huh?  Fuck.  I mean it's mind blowing on so many
levels.  To start with, I totally agree with your anger over the police
fucking up the investigation that badly to begin with.  How could they not
know that both Blake and John were missing?  What incompetence!  If it
wouldn't drag things into the public spotlight, I'd say sue everyone.  Then
Blake!  Jesus.  How is the kid gonna deal with this?  He's so outgoing and
fun, right now.  Compare that to the kid he was when he first arrived.
This could throw him back to that or worse, turn him into an angry mob of
one."

"I know.  Believe me, I know," I nodded.  "He could hate everyone.  The
police, the ministry, the Campbells; not to mention Colin and I for knowing
and not telling him.  Then there's the whole Layne issue."

"That is gonna be a mess.  You both fucked the guy and now Blake is about
to learn that Layne has been the big brother to his real little brother who
was assumed dead.  How do you get into these things?"

"Lots of lube?"  I joked.

"Okay, on top of all that.  You've got half a family that's anti-gay, or
religious or something, and the other side who's a BDSM bear screwing
anyone who comes over.  How the hell do you keep all that from blowing up
in your face?"

"No idea."

"If it had just been that one time at the cabin, I could have said it was
me, instead of you, but since it's been a while, I don't think we'd get
away with that."

"No, unfortunately, we wouldn't.  I think the best thing is to tell Blake
the whole truth from the beginning.  I mean he's not a little kid anymore.
He's gonna be pissed that we withheld this from him, but if we explain it
in detail..."

"That's a pretty big ask for anyone, and he may seem mature, but he's still
just 14."

"I know.  Believe me.  Maybe I take him off by myself and explain it."

"I think for this, you need Colin with you as well.  What happens with the
foster brother when this all unfolds?  Could he use what he knows about you
to hurt you?"

"Possibly, but there was nothing illegal there.  I mean he's 16, so as far
as what he and I did together, there's no problem.  I suppose I have more
on them in that regard.  The Uncle is doing things behind the parents back
that they wouldn't approve of, and would probably end that family dynamic
permanently.  I doubt Layne would throw that out at all.  He might try to
use it as leverage to try and be allowed to stay in John's life, but I
think we'd want him to stay involved anyway, if Blake handles it okay.  It
would be good for John, as he'd have a transition between two brothers."

"Justin, you know I'm always here for you, and I know Alex will be as well
when you decide to tell him," Jason said as he gave me a big hug and held
onto me.  "Jesus, between us we have five kids and we're still only 22.  By
the time we're 30, we're going to have our own battalion."

"I never saw this coming when I first came out and joined the `Q'."

"Me neither buddy.  I mean the craziest thing I thought of was figuring out
how I might be able to screw Alex when we were 14, but this is a whole
other level."

"You wanted to screw Alex at 14?"

"Sure, but I never did of course.  Although it was fun pretending to be you
so I could see him naked more."

I rolled my eyes.  "Did you ever do anything else with him?"

"No.  Nothing.  That would have been about as complicated as this thing
with you now.  If I'd blown him pretending to be you, he might have ended
your friendship.  Of course, I had no idea he liked guys at that point.  If
he liked it, then he'd hit on you, and you might have freaked out, or you
both might have figured out it was me, and I'd have been outed."

I laughed. "See, this is why we need time travel.  We could go back to 14
and had a killer three-way and we could have had an additional two years of
sex."

"Speak for yourself.  I was getting plenty of sex at 14.  I was in the `Q'
by then, remember?  I was fucking your husband more than two years before
you even knew he existed.  Dude.  My very first sex ever was a gang bang
outside in a field.  I'm actually surprised that you turned out to be the
slut and not me."

"Oh, you're plenty slutty.  You just peaked two years early."  We had begun
to walk back up the beach towards the house, and I stopped.  "I'm pretty
sure I knew that you and Colin were together before I met him, but
something I always wondered about.  When I first met Colin.  We were out on
the boat and he came up with friends."

"Yeah, so?"

"He pretended he didn't know us, but he'd know you for two years.  Why did
you hide that?"

"You weren't out until you joined the `Q' and I was still pretending to be
bisexual, so it wouldn't have made sense to announce that I'd been fucking
an older guy since I was 14.  He was 19.  The one thing you never knew, and
still don't, is how he knew which of us was which each time."

"Sure I do.  It's that aura thing."

Jason laughed.  "No.  I told him we were identical and that people could
never tell us apart, so we made up a signal.  When he looked at us, I
crossed my fingers slightly to let him know who I was."

"You ass.  This whole time I've thought he was one of the only ones that
could tell us apart.  Well, him and Kyle.  Wait!  Did you use that trick
with Kyle too?"

"Nope.  He actually figures it out on his own."

"I'm not gonna learn 10 years from now that you guys were tricking me with
him too, am I?"

"I swear.  I only used that with Colin," he laughed. "How about we all do
something as a family this weekend, like we a road trip or go to the
island, just to get away to help take your mind off stuff while you wait.

"Sounds good to me.  Just you, me, Colin, and the kids, or were you
thinking everyone?"

"I was thinking a kid's weekend.  They could camp outside the cabin if they
wanted to and we'd barbecue and oh, I dunno...fish," he chuckled.

"You had me up to that fish comment," I said.  "But it sounds like fun.
I'm almost positive the boys will get back into Amazon mode, so be prepared
for that."  We made our way back up the hill to the house.  We suggested
the trip to Colin and Alex, and they thought it would be fun to get away
for a change.  As soon as we told the boys, they were leaping and jumping
all over the place, like fish when they land in your boat.  Unlike fish, we
couldn't club them to calm them down...can we?  Jason told his three that
they could camp in a tent with Blake while we were in the cabin.  They
thought that was a great idea.  Wonder if Blake will feel the same way.
After all, he'll be basically sent out to sleep with the kids, and he
considers himself an adult now.  I remember his reaction to being sent to
sleep with the kids and women in the Amazon.

Saturday morning, we got everything together that we needed for the
weekend, and loaded it all onto the boat.  You'd think we were preparing
for the apocalypse with the amount of things we were taking.  Most of it
was stuff for the boys, and food.  Everything else we needed was already on
the island.  The twins were the most excited to be out on the boat and had
to take turns helping Blake steer at one point.  James was fascinated
watching the water go by as he looked over the side like a puppy in a car.
We took our time getting to the island as it was fun to be out on the
water.  We even did a bit of fishing but with the boys as excited as they
were it was boring for them.  All they wanted to know was what would happen
if we caught a dolphin or whale by mistake, and would they be able to keep
them.  James explained to the twins that the dolphin could stay in the pool
and they could swim with it, but a whale was too big.  Very sound thinking
for an eight-year-old.  When we did arrive and tied up, the kids raced to
the cabin to check it out.

I helped Blake set up the tent, which I felt was like building Ikea
furniture.  Eventually Blake just sent me off to do some other tasks while
he set it up.  It made the tent go up way faster.  Probably one of those
`too many cooks,' things.  The kids threw all their stuff in and set up the
inflatable mattresses, sleeping bags, and toys.  Each one fighting about
who was going to sleep where.  It's a good thing adults aren't like that.
I decided I was going to sleep with Alex, while Alex thought he should
sleep with Colin to let Jason and I be together.  Colin figured that it
would be each couple together.  They can work it out anyway they want, but
I'm sleeping with Alex.  He and I hadn't done a lot since we became so
domestic, and it would be nice to get back to who we were as kids.  If I'm
being honest, I want to give him some good sex for a change.  He'd been
stuck with Jason for so long, he'd probably forgotten what it felt like.
Jason's behind me, isn't he?

When we finally sorted it out, Jason pointed out that it would be like old
times.  After all, it was him and Colin first, and I had Alex before Colin.
It's like our very own short trip back in time.  Very short...as we had
barely got everything stored away when all four boys ran in begging to go
swimming.  Who can refuse that?  We dug out our own towels, grabbed some
water, and went with the kids to the swimming hole.  It was instantly
obvious that others had been here while we were weren't.  A few bottles and
garbage lay strewn around.

"Maybe we should put up private property, no trespassing signs," Colin
suggested.  I was more practical and suggested a cloaking device to hide
the island entirely.  Alex suggested an electrified force field and armed
guards, which was just silly.

"Or..." Jason offered "...we could put out a garbage can so that anyone
that does use the island can at least be considerate and not leave a mess."

We agreed that until I could contact the Klingons and borrow a cloaking
device to install, that Jason's idea might be the simplest short-term
solution.  Twin power, baby!  The boys quickly stripped and took to the
swimming hole, with Blake and James using the rope swing first.  The twins
weren't quite as bold, but they were total loving the piggy back rides they
got from Jason and I, plus like all kids they enjoyed being tossed into the
air so they could splash into the water, as long as someone was close to
get them as soon as they resurfaced.  We spent a couple hours there before
heading back for a barbeque dinner.  I was surprised the boys hadn't
brought their Amazon loin cloths and spears with them for the trip.  I was
almost sure they would have.  I half expected they'd run around naked the
entire time, but they got dressed right after swimming.  The most they did
was go shirtless for a bit.  I wonder if that means we need to rename the
island to `Almost Bare Island'...Oh!  How about `Under Where, Island?'
We'd brought steaks and hamburgers, and I dunno what it is about food
cooked outdoors, it always seems better than food made in the kitchen.  It
tastes even better if I'm not the one doing the cooking as well.  I'm
pretty sure there is an entire section of the hospital dedicated to helping
people I've cooked for over the years.  Seems rude somehow considering I go
to all that effort.  We played games with the boys before it started to get
dark, and we lit our fire.  As everyone knows when you have a campfire you
have to have s'mores; and when you have kids and s'mores, you're gonna need
a hose to clean them up, or a shitload of wet wipes.  I have to admit, I
was truly surprised that Blake made no negative comments about sleeping in
the tent with the boys.  Maybe he understood that they looked up to him and
would have fun having him there.  Colin and Jason took the bed upstairs in
the loft, while Alex and I took the pullout couch in the living room.  Alex
and I talked for a bit about some of the things we used to get up to as
kids, and how it had been a while since we had been in bed together, when
we heard the noises coming from upstairs.  Colin and Jason seemed to have
skipped over the talking part and gotten right to sex.  I think with
Colin's advancing years, his eyesight is probably going.  I mean he's
almost 28 now, so he probably thinks he's in bed with me.  Just wait until
the sex gets going...boy is he going to be disappointed.  Alex on the other
hand is probably going to have several climaxes tonight.

By morning, Alex was walking funny, while Jason and Colin seemed well
rested.  Enough said.  The boys were still sleeping when we went out to see
them and it was cute.  Travis and Trevor were in the middle, sandwiched
between Blake and James on the outside.  It seemed a shame to wake them up,
but we did anyway.  They stirred looking as worn out as Alex and I, but
probably because they'd stayed up half the night talking or telling ghost
stories.  The crawled out of the tent one at a time and ran into the cabin
to use the bathroom.  Since when do campers need a bathroom?  Isn't that
what trees are for; especially when you're a boy?  Once we were all up and
peed, it was time to make breakfast.  We had the twins work on stirring
pancake batter, while Blake and James cooked bacon.  Colin and I helped the
twins cook the pancakes when the batter was ready, which gave Jason and
Alex a bit of a break, which they used to set the table and put out orange
juice.  The perfect camping breakfast.

We took a hike around the island, I think to measure for my cloaking
device, or for gun turrets and lasers.  I'm not sure which, but the boys
found lots to do as we had our adventure.  At one point a sword fight broke
out with the ever-powerful enchanted stick swords.  That ended as soon as
someone got hurt.  God knows how I'm going to get the splinter out of my
finger.  We let them swim again before heading back pack up and get back on
the boat.  We threw the rubber raft out behind the boat and let the boys
ride in it for a while, which looked so cute as they bounced along behind
us.  Nothing says a good time on the water than feeding boys, then bouncing
them roughly behind a speedboat.  Both Trevor and James puked, so we knew
it was a perfect activity.  Funny thing is, they wanted to keep going.  It
was an awesome weekend away and it was nice to see the kids playing with
each other.  In fact, when we got back to the house, they suggested we go
bowling in the games room.  It was the four boys against the four adults.
We crushed the little bastards.  If it hadn't been for my awesome score,
the kids might have won.  Colin, Alex and Jason didn't seem to be focused
at all as they seemed to throw a hell of a lot of missed shots.  I always
thought they were better than that.  Maybe they got too much sun at the
island.

"So, did you have fun with your ex?"  I chuckled as Colin and I hung out
together after the boys had run off to do something else.

"My ex, huh?  You mean your brother?" Colin clarified.  "Yeah, it was a
great night.  It was nice trip back down memory lane.  Reminded me of when
you had a nice tight ass like that when we first got together."

"Fuck you!" I grinned.  "My ass is plenty tight.  Although I supposed
Jason's might be tighter now since it hardly ever gets used."

"It got used.  Trust me."

"I know.  We heard you."

"Well you and Alex weren't exactly quiet yourselves," he revealed.

"That was Alex appreciating my skills," I bragged.  "I think the boys had
fun in the tent.  They don't get to spend a lot of quality time together
like that."

"That's something we'll have to make sure we do a lot more of when we get
this John situation sorted out," Colin remarked.

"True.  If he sees how much fun he can have around here, maybe it'll lessen
the trauma of being ripped away from another family, and hopefully work on
getting his memory back.  Do you think that amnesia thing is real, or is it
more like PTSD blocking bad things as a way for him to cope?"

"No idea.  I heard full amnesia is a myth, mainly used for TV, but it could
be a real thing for him to help him deal with everything he's been
through."

"I wish there was a way for him to meet Blake to see if it jogs his memory,
but not for Blake to see John."

"I think we're just going to have to tell Blake the truth, and hope he's
able to handle the fact that his brother is still alive, but that he can't
just go rushing over there and start up where they left off three years
ago."

"Part of me is excited for Blake and John, while another part is terrified
and almost wishes we'd never found him," I admitted.

"I hear you, but we're doing the right thing."

"I know.  God, we're in our 20's with a teenager and about to take in a
ten-year-old with PTSD.  You realize that by this rate, I could be a
grandfather before I'm 30?"

"I think we'll call you Gran-Pappy!"  Colin joked.

"Eh...What's that you say, sonny?"  I replied.  "That was my old man voice.
Did you think it sounded like you?  I was trying to get the impersonation
right."

"Asshole," he said as he began to chase me all over the house.  I think I
shrieked as I ran from him and it was like a sped up movie where I raced up
the back stairs, down the front ones across the main room and out the door
into the back yard, the whole while Colin chasing me.  He finally caught me
and tackled me to the ground and sat on me.  "Old man, huh.  Could an old
man screw you all night and outlast you?"

"Nope.  See, proves my point.  But you're pretty good at giving head with
out your teeth.  I enjoy a good gummy once in a while, plus it also means
we have dinner at 4 and we're in bed by 8."  He began tickling me and I
giggled and squirmed as I tried to get out from under him.

"Get a room," Blake said as he walked by shaking his head as if this
happened all the time.

Colin jumped up.  "Get a room, huh?"  He laughed as he raced after Blake,
who was next to take off shrieking.  I ran after both of them, until at
some point, Blake decided to use me as a human shield and begged me to
help.  We played around for a bit longer before deciding it was time for a
drink and a movie.  Blake curled up with us on the couch in the media room,
saying that he'd had a fun weekend.  I decided to use some of my expensive
shrink training on him.

"You seemed like you were having fun with the kids today."

"Yeah.  The twins are still cute, and James isn't as protective as he used
to be.  He lets me play with them more now."

"You're good with all three of them," I complimented.

"Yeah.  It's kinda like I have three little brothers now," he said, almost
reflecting.

Colin stared at me intently as if to warn me not to proceed.  I know that
look, so I actually listened this time and dropped it. I was gonna ask
Blake if he'd want his own little brother, but I figured that would
backfire and bite me in the ass when this whole situation with John came to
light.

"Oh, they asked if we can go camping again sometime.  I was thinking we
could set the tent up in the back yard if you guys don't wanna go all the
way out to the island.  Would that be okay?"

"It's fine by us.  I mean you do have the entire treehouse to use if you
want.  That thing is bigger than a lot of apartments downtown."

"Yeah, but it's not camping.  We used that more like when we play Tarzan."

"Are you Tarzan or the Ape?"  Colin joked.

"He's Jane!"  I teased.

"Say's the gay guy who likes a dick up his butt," Blake retorted causing
another fit of laughter.

I don't really see how that's an insult in this house, considering all of
us like that.  Even Blake, who was currently label free as his sexual
identity developed.  "Anyway.  As for camping, it's fine by us if it's okay
with Jason and Alex and the boys," I told him.

"Cool.  I'll tell them.  Is it okay if we make a fire in the yard?"

"No.  Can't have an open fire in the city, but you can use the barbecue
area and electric fire if you want to make s'mores or cook hot dogs."

"Cool, I'll tell them."  We finished the movie and Blake ran off to his
room to do homework and go to bed.  I turned to Colin.

"So I think I screwed up," I said thinking about the texts Blake and I had
received.

Colin smiled.  "This is the part where straight people would ask if she's
pregnant, or how much is it going to cost us."

"I'm serious.  I'd been thinking about how to deal with the whole Blake and
Jimmy thing, so I tried to see if I could get more information on my own."

"Uh oh.  What happened?"

"Well, you remember how I said I found all this out, right?"

"Sure.  With that boy you met through his uncle in the woods, and John
showed up."

"Exactly.  Well, I've seen Layne a few more times to see if I could learn
more about John, or Jimmy, as they call him."

"And by see him...?"

"I've had sex with him while I tried to get information about their family,
and I've been over to both their house and the Uncle's house.  I had a
chance to snoop around Jimmy's room."

"Oh shit.  Do the Campbells know you've been there?"

"No, but the Uncle was home and he used me again.  Jimmy was there too, but
obviously I never did anything with him."

"I suppose I should ask what you found out?"

"Not a great deal.  Just what we know already.  Jimmy showed up without his
memory three years ago.  The Campbells took him in, but the boys share time
between their Uncle's house and the parent's house as the parents travel a
lot.  Layne and Jimmy are really close.  As close as real brothers.  Maybe
even closer, since Layne looks out for him.  I did ask Layne what might
happen if relatives showed up to claim him."

"Jesus, Justin.  Once he finds out you knew who John really is, all hell
could break loose.  He might use this against us."

"I don't think so.  It would mean admitting how we know each other, and
he's not about to do that.  The life they live with their Uncle is kept a
secret from their parents, who are extremely strict.  Layne said he hoped
Jimmy would be adopted, but did admit that if someone claimed him, he'd
understand and hoped they would let him still be Jimmy's big brother."

"That explains why you brought that up to Colleen.  But you heard what she
said.  That's gonna totally be up to Blake.  He's liable to get very
protective of John so he doesn't lose him again.  Especially considering
it's all the original family he has left."

"Well...that brings up the next problem," I said swallowing hard.

"Which is?"

"Layne has been over to the house and met Blake."

"Oh, this just gets better and better."

"And worse.  Blake's also had sex with Layne."

Colin shook his head.  "Let me guess.  You've also had sex with Layne more
than just the one time in the cabin?"

I screwed up my face a bit as I looked at him.  "A few times, yes.  I was
gathering intel," I justified.

"Does John know any of this?"

"Not really.  Except for watching Layne and his uncle have sex with me at
the cabin.  Oh, and his uncle rim and fuck me at their house.  He also
watched Layne and me 69, while we were licking pudding off each other
before we showered."

"Pudding?"  Colin asked looking confused.

"Long story.  You have to scroll up to read about how it all happened."

"Huh?"

"Never mind.  Other than that, he doesn't know anything.  I kept everything
else to myself."

"I wonder where I am when you meet all these people, and get into these
adventures," Colin grinned.

"I dunno.  That's never really been explained.  Probably at work," I
reasoned.  "I was thinking that maybe I should tell Layne, then when that's
done, we let Blake know."

"Not yet.  We'll have to wait until child services tells us how it went
after they informed John that he has a family.  We both know that Blake
will insist, and rightly so, that he gets his brother back immediately.
Let's let this run its course for now, but I strongly recommend not letting
Layne come over anymore.  Make excuses not to see him, until we are cleared
with a plan of action."

"I guess.  I totally screwed up.  I know that, but I wanted to have my own
information about the Campbells, and Jimmy, you know...to make sure we were
doing the right thing."

"I get that.  This is beyond difficult and when it begins it will all
happen fast with a ton of emotions.  I think we should tell the rest of the
house, before Blake, to prepare them for the fallout.  Then you can tell
Layne and then we'll sit Blake down and finally tell him and what we're
planning to do."

"This is gonna be a lot of talking to people.  I dunno if I can do it."

Colin just looked at me strange.

"What?"  I asked.

"You're going to be a therapist.  Talking is all you'll be doing.  This is
exactly the type of thing you're training for."

"Yeah.  Other people's shit.  Not my own.  I've obviously been thinking
about this a lot, and I know that Steve and Layne won't be an issue, due to
the secret relationship stuff they've got going on.  The Campbells
shouldn't be a problem as John is only there as a foster placement.  I'm
mostly worried about Blake and his reaction, but I think my biggest mistake
was meeting John himself.  He's gonna know me when we all finally meet and
how's he gonna react to that?  He's been excited to see me when I've gone
over, and now he's about to learn that we're going to be his parents, and
take him away from what he sees as his family.  Maybe I can get Layne to
prep him before we meet."

"Wow.  You sure know how to jump into things feet first up to your neck,"
Colin said shaking his head.

"Isn't that the truth!"  I replied.

Colin and I just cuddled together all night, both lost in our own thoughts
about the future.  I started wondering which bedroom we should give John
and what wallpaper he might like.  Colin was no doubt figuring out all the
legal scenarios of adopting John, and stuff like that.

Monday morning, I was between classes studying in the library when I got a
call from Colleen asking if she could set up a time to talk to both me and
Colin.  I conferenced him in to see when would be best and he said he was
free now if she wanted to talk.

"As I told you the last time we talked, we were going to inform Jimmy of
what we'd found out about and let him know his real name."

"How'd that go?"

"Pretty much as expected.  He didn't remember anything, but you could see
him processing it.  The Campbells said that he had a restless weekend and
didn't want to go to school today.  There have been some tears and
confusion, but I have a feeling his mind is just trying to comprehend
everything.  It's a lot for a ten-year-old to deal with.  That's all I have
for now, but I'll keep you posted.  Our next visit will be to let John know
about his brother and perhaps show him a picture of Blake the last time he
saw him to see if that brings any memories back.  If it does, then we'll
move faster to reunite them.  If it doesn't, we'll continue on a slightly
slower path to ensure he doesn't have a breakdown."

We thanked her and hung up, leaving Colleen to work out details.  I got
home after classes and my head was spinning from all the new things I was
learning and wondered just how good I was going to be as a psychologist.
Another other part of my brain was thinking about John/Jimmy and Blake and
how that whole thing could go.  I mean it could be break out of my head and
form its own spin off series at this rate, I was so focused on it.  I
walked into the house to find Blake playing pool with Ben.

"Hey guys.  Who's winning?"

"Me, as usual," Blake bragged.  "I play better naked as I have my own cue
stick between my legs, but I figured I'd stay in clothes today to give Ben
a fighting chance."

"I just let him win so he doesn't pout," Ben grinned.

"Then why did we bet?"  Blake said challenging him openly.

"What's the bet?"  I asked.

"If I win, Ben has to take me somewhere to let me drive for two hours.  If
he wins, I'll have to vacuum the great room."

"I'd pay to see that.  Do you even know where the vacuum is," I asked.

"Yeah, I do.  It's that hole in the wall thing.  It sucks ten times better
than you anyway."

"Ouch!"  Please tell me he hasn't been sticking his dick in the vacuum
outlet on the wall.  That would just be upsetting.  Mainly because I never
thought of it first.  I mean every little boy sticks the vacuum nozzle on
his dick at some point before puberty, but how many shove their adult size
junk into the wall?  None.  Why?

"Since you have a bet, how about, you use your own cue for the next shot?
Make it and I'll vacuum the great room AND take you out driving for an
hour.  Miss and you stay dressed around here for two days."

"Oh, you're on," he laughed as he took off his clothes to stand naked in
front of us, and quickly got himself hard.

"This should be an easy win," I whispered to Ben.  "Hang on Blake.  Let's
make sure you get a good connection with the cue ball when you hit it.  I
grabbed the chalk cube and rubbed the tip of his dick in it, making it
blue.  Both he and Ben laughed as they looked at his dick.

"I look like I have a smurf penis now!" He climbed on the table and lined
up the shot with his penis.  When he hit cue ball, my own dick almost felt
it.  The six-ball headed down to the end of the table and I was sure it was
going to go in, but it stopped just millimeters from the hole.

"Shit!  That was so close."  Blake said sounding upset.  "But I think I
just invented a whole new game."

I have a feeling it might be popular.  I'm not sure how guys with curves to
their dicks will do, but it's not my game, so not my rules.  "The vacuum
hose is in the laundry room.  Just make sure you put it back when you're
done so that the housecleaners can find it when they show up."

"Do I really have to vacuum?"  He complained.  "This room is gianormous.
It'll take days to vacuum."

"Oh well, sucks to be you.  I'm sure you'd have made us keep our end of the
bet if we'd lost," I reasoned.  "You might also want to clean your pool cue
before you put it away for the night."  I took hold of it and gave him a
couple strokes to shut off his brain before he tried to complain more.  Get
him horny, and whatever else he's thinking about will quickly be forgotten.
I use it all the time.  Next one of you that complains about anything to me
is getting their dick sucked.  Just so you're warned.  I left when Ben
leaned in to shove his face in Blake's upturned ass on the pool table.

I went to the kitchen to see what we could have for dinner later and I
heard Blake grunt loudly.  Please tell me he didn't just cum all over the
pool table.  I'm really getting tired of resurfacing the felt every time
that happens.  Just kidding.  We've only resurfaced it once, and not
because someone busted on it.  You can usually clean that up with paper
towel before it sets in.

A few days later, Darcy finally texted me again and asked if we could hang
out.  He said he was off school early, so I agreed to pick him up.  He
jumped in the passenger seat and I just looked at him.  "You don't want to
drive?"

"Maybe later," he replied.  I pulled away and he began to talk.  "Sorry I
ghosted you for a while.  I was thinking about that offer you made.  You
know, those three things you want me to do."

"And?"

"And I know I'd like to do them, but I'm not sure I'm ready for everything
yet.  I hope that makes sense."

"Of course.  There's no pressure to do anything you aren't comfortable
with.  I thought I'd freaked you out by letting Kyle see us together and
that you were avoiding me."

"I was a bit freaked out, but in a way that was kinda fun.  It just took me
some time to figure it out.  I didn't talk to you as I didn't know what to
say about the deal you offered.  Ummm...I did think about the first one.
Where you want me to be naked around other people.  Maybe I could try
that?"

"Sure.  Take it at your own speed.  We can go to the mall and you can walk
through the food court naked."

"WHAT?!"  He said looking at me horrified.

"What, what?  There's people there," I joked.  "Okay, just kidding.  Naked
at my house instead, then."

"Whew!  Okay.  I thought you were serious for a second.  I've been thinking
that since I was pretty much almost naked at Blake's party, and I change in
locker rooms that maybe I would be okay trying more.  I did okay around
you, didn't I?"

"You did awesome around me."

"What happens if I get a boner though?"

"You might at first, but once you've done it enough, you won't.  But a guy
with a boner is a great thing to see."

He gave me that smile I love.  "Okay, I'm willing to try that.  I guess
that won't get me the weekend at your island, huh?"

"Nope.  For that you have to complete all three," I repeated.  "How did the
sleepover with Blake go?"

"Not bad.  I did that skinny dipping, and he wanted me to sleep in the same
bed as he said it was easier to talk that way."

"Did you sleep naked?"

"No. I wore my underwear, but not a t-shirt.  Blake was naked."

"No shock there.  Anything physical happen between you?"

"Like sex stuff?  No.  I had my usual boner in the morning, but I managed
to piss it away before he saw it.  Then Blake went, and I got to see his as
he walked from the bed not hiding it or anything.  Once he was done, he
said he was gonna take a shower and asked if I wanted to join him.  I was
nervous, and thought I shouldn't, but he said that it was no different than
a locker room shower with others, so I did it.  It took all my energy not
to get an erection, but I managed to control it."

"That's huge.  I'm surprised Blake didn't try to get you hard just so he
could see it."

"No.  We just showered, but it was fun.  He has a huge shower, so it's not
like we were squished in there like my bathtub one."

"So, do you like sleepovers?"

"Yeah.  Blake said I could come back anytime and maybe we'd invite more
guys over."

"That would be good for you.  I'm glad you had fun."  We pulled into the
underground garage and got out of the car.  "Okay, strip," I said to him
quickly.

"Right now?  What if someone is home?"

"Isn't that the whole point?  Leave your clothes in the car so that they
aren't handy to jump back into."

"Will you get naked too?"  He asked swallowing nervously.

"If you want me to, I will.  But that might not help keep your boner down.
I actually had a few dreams about you recently."

"You did?  About me?  Like what?"

"Like when we first met when you were in the treehouse.  I imagined that
instead of just talking to you, I came up and rubbed your ass, then slipped
my cock into it and fucked you while you kept staring out at the party.
Then I introduced myself and we spent the night together."

"That would have freaked me out if you'd actually done that back then."

"And now?"

"Now?  I think I'd like it," he grinned.

"Well maybe we'll have to re-enact our first meeting and do it right."

"Definitely," Darcy grinned as I reached over to unbutton his shirt.  "I've
been so nervous that my penis hasn't been hard all day."

"I'll bet that doesn't last long.  Especially once I see how hot you are
without clothes, and tell you that I can't wait to get my cock inside your
sweet little ass again."  I pushed the shirt back to expose his chest and
ran my hands over him.  I finished removing the shirt, tossing it on the
hood of the car.  I pulled him in closer as I leaned down to kiss him
before reaching for the top button on his pants.

"I should take your shirt off first, right?"  He said as he stopped and
looked at me.  I stepped back to let him slide it up over my head.  He was
too cute not to pull back against me so that our warm chests fused
together.  I could feel his breathing and excitement increase.  My hands
went back to his pants to unfasten the button and slowly lower the zipper.

"Still soft?"  I teased.

He shook his head.  "Not any more.  I don't think we're gonna get out of
the garage any time soon."

"Of course we are.  Nothing says come play with me like a nice raging boner
leading the way."

"Oh god, I'm so nervous."

"With me?"

"No, about running into someone.  Is Blake home?"

"Not yet.  He's rarely home before dinner, so you have time to get
comfortable before he gets back."

"I don't want that yet."

"You don't want Blake to hang out with us?"

"Not naked.  How would I explain that?"

"We could plan it so that I'm balls deep in your cute little ass, then it
would be self-explanatory."

"Think how pissed off he'd be that I was having sex with you.  I'd lose the
only friends I have."

"Or he'd join in and be excited that you like sex," I countered.

"I wouldn't want to take that risk."

"Up to you, but if you eventually open up to him, I'm sure we could arrange
a three-way soon afterward," I said trying to tempt him.  I took off his
pants and underwear and had him naked with his raging boner sticking out in
front of him.  God, I wanted to just take him right there and have ADAM
tell everyone in the house to line up behind me for their turn.  No better
way to get him over shyness than to let 10 guys plow his ass.  I undressed
next and he stood watching me.  "Fuck you're cute," I told him as I pulled
our bodies together and kissed again as I grabbed his ass.

"Uhhmmm...so are you," he admitted hesitantly as we broke apart and he
stared at my penis as it inflated.  You could feel his nervous excitement.

"You know in a situation like this, where we're both naked, horny and boned
up, it's okay if you reach over and take hold of it.  No guy is ever gonna
refuse."

"Are you sure?"  He asked shaking slightly.

"I'm positive.  In a setting like this, you can't really do anything wrong.
Even drop to your knees and suck it to the back of your throat.  I doubt
any guy would stop you."

"I dunno if I'd ever be that brave to just do it like that, but I like how
big your penis is."  He cautiously lifted his hand and wrapped it around my
shaft, and began to stroke me while he watched.  He looked up at my face as
if waiting for my approval.  I leaned in and kissed him again before I
reached for his cock.

When I felt him begin to leak, I stopped to wipe the tip of his erection
and licked my finger.  "Damn, I wanna take you to the bedroom and fuck
you," I said looking at him.

"Okay!" he swallowed, trying to continue his new found courage.

"Not really our objective for today.  Today is all about getting used to
others seeing you naked."

"Going to your bedroom sounds more fun, if you'd rather do that," he
replied.

"I always like doing that, but we're trying to get you comfortable with
being naked."

"Okay, cool.  Umm, can we wait a few minutes until it goes down before we
walk around though?"

"Doesn't sound like as much fun, but sure.  Let's go play a video game
first."

We headed across the hall and played the Pac-Man game until he was back to
normal.  That might be the wrong word.  Isn't the default setting for a
16-year-old an erection?  He was back to flaccid.  I was almost the one
having the difficulty.  I wanted to fuck him right there while Pac-Man and
the ghosts tried to munch at his cock.

"Let's go get something to drink and then hit the pool."

He swallowed nervously, but to his credit, agreed.  He walked behind me as
we climbed up the couple flights to the main floor.  He stopped in his
tracks when he saw Troy and Kyle across the room in the kitchen.  "Don't
freeze up now.  You're doing great."

He nodded and took a deep breath.  "Oh shit.  I'm kinda freakin' out."

"It's okay.  You got this.  I right here, naked as well," I assured him as
we slowly made our way towards the guys, with Darcy using me as a partial
shield.

"Hey guys.  You remember Darcy?  We're just grabbing some water before we
go swimming."

"Hey Darcy," Troy said as his eyes darted all over the boy's body taking it
in.  "Is Blake here too?"

"No.  Darcy's been a bit nervous about the fact that we all hang out naked
so much, so he wanted to try getting used to it before being around Blake,"
I answered for him.

"That's probably a good idea.  Blake can be a bit overwhelming sometimes."

"Sometimes?"  I laughed.  "That boy would go to school naked if it were
allowed."

"Are we really sure he hasn't?" Kyle smirked.

"You guys are welcome to join us, if you're not doing anything," I offered
without checking with Darcy who was obviously doing his best to hide as
much of himself as he could from the eyes of the two guys soaking him up.

"Might as well," Kyle nodded.

"Sure.  I'll be down in a bit," Troy said.  "Porter is over, but I'm sure
he'd want to."

Darcy and I headed downstairs to the pool level with Kyle, who quickly
stripped in front of us.  Darcy watched, and then as fast as Kyle had
undressed, Darcy jumped in the cold water.  Guess it's one thing to be
naked around someone, it's another to have them get naked in front of you
as well.  This is technically the first time he would have seen Kyle
without clothes.  I mean he may have seen him in a loin cloth at the party,
but who knows how much attention he was paying at that point.  Kyle dove in
and I followed.  Moments later Troy and Porter showed up and undressed.
Darcy was trying not to stare, but doing a lousy job of it.

While the guys all got out of the pool several times to leap back in, Darcy
stayed submerged the entire time but to his credit kept doing it.

"Hey guys!"  We heard from the stairs as Ben came down followed by another
boy.  "Thought we heard someone down here.  "This is Carl."

"I was just gonna show him around the house."

"How do you each other?"  Porter asked making small talk.

"School.  We're in the same gym class," Ben replied.

"You coming swimming?"  Troy inquired.

"Was telling him about the foam room and he wanted to check it out, but we
could join you for a while if you're cool with it?" Ben replied looking at
Carl.

"I didn't bring a swim suit," Carl said quickly.

"We don't use them.  Private pool and we're all guys," Ben said as he
stripped.  Carl shrugged and held his hand over his crotch as he undressed
and got into the pool as well.

"Do all you guys live here?"  Carl asked.

"Justin, Kyle and Troy do.  Porter and Darcy are visiting," Ben told him.

"It's awesome that you have a pool.  I wish my place had one."

"Where do you live?"  I asked.

"In a condo near the school.  It's not like this place at all," he remarked
looking around.

"Not a lot of places are," Ben said.

"Well, the best place in the house is the foam room," Porter remarked.
"Best sex I ever had was in there."

"Carl is straight, just so you aren't all trying to hit on him.  He's cool
with blowjobs, but he's not really into sex with guys."

"Ummm, isn't a blowjob, sex?"  Darcy asked.

"No.  It's a blowjob," Ben replied.  "Sex is sex."

Well that cleared that up for him nicely, I thought to myself.

"You're cool with blowjobs, right Carl?"

"Sure.  Who doesn't like getting head?  I prefer girls though."

"In the foam room, you can never tell.  That's the beauty of it."

"You guys keep talking about the foam room.  What is it?"  Darcy asked.  I
hadn't introduced him to it yet as we were working up to things.

"Basically, it's a room full of soap bubbles that you can play in.  Tons of
fun," Troy replied to him.

"Why would you have a room like that in your house?"  Darcy asked confused.

"Why wouldn't we?  Anyone can have the steam room and sauna, but a room
full of soapy bubbles.  You gotta try it!  Once you're in there, you won't
want to come out.  I'll start it up," Troy offered as he hitched up and ran
over to turn it on before running back.

Five minutes later Porter asked if the room would be ready yet.

"Should be," Kyle replied.  "Who wants to check it out?"

Darcy stared at me and I nodded.  He looked nervous again.  I don't see
why.  He had been doing fine swimming with the six of us, and the bubbles
would easily hide him even more than the pool.  One by one the guys headed
to the foam room.  Carl had his hand over his crotch, as most straight boys
do, but when Darcy tried to copy that when we got out of the water last, I
gently slapped his wrist and gave him a light frown.

"You're trying to get used to letting people see you naked.  Just relax.
Follow my lead in there."

"What's that mean?"

"It means I'm going to let Kyle play with you, so just enjoy it."

"Wait.  What?  I dunno about that."

"Kyle's already seen your boner and watched you get rimmed.  What's the big
deal?  Trust me, no one else will know."

"I think I'm gonna have a panic attack."

"No you're not.  One step at a time, and just take deep breaths," I said as
I led him to into the bathroom.  The bubbles were chest high and the
comments from both Carl and Darcy were about the same.  They couldn't
believe it.  We quickly introduced them to the room by throwing bubbles and
making the required bubble beards, piling it on the head, or waving their
arms to try and make a path through them.  Porter and Troy were the first
to press up against each other and let the guys see them rub chest to
chest.  Ben convinced Carl to try it, and then it became a thing for
everyone to get into the action.  I made sure Kyle was with Darcy, who
looked scared shitless but I was nearby cheering them on.  I got Carl and
Darcy to rub against each other back to back.  To everyone else in the room
it was two straight boys having fun.  I was the only one who knew Darcy was
actually gay.  It didn't take long before it was like a bubble mosh pit
with everyone up against each other.  I heard Ben and Carl laughing as they
were back to back rubbing asses.  I walked over to them.

"So?  Were the guys right?  Do you like the foam room?"

"It's awesome.  I can see why it's popular," he grinned.

"Some like it more than others, that's for sure," I smirked as I reached
for Ben's penis under the bubbles and found him hard, as expected.  He just
grinned at me.  "Blake has even left the door open a few times to flood the
pool deck and turn it into a slip and slide."

"That could be fun," Carl commented.  "You could slide right into the pool.
How high do the bubbles get?"

"Right to the ceiling.  Usually you can't see anyone in here.  At least not
until you bump into them."

"What happens when the room is full?"

The soap is always popping and dissolving, so it goes down the drain,
especially if there are a lot of people in here.  You can leave it running,
and it has a sensor to slow down how much it pumps out, or we just shut it
off when the room is full.  Wait until you see how we clean it.  There are
a dozen shower heads on the ceiling that will dissolve it all almost
instantly."

"So cool," he nodded.  I let go of Ben's erection and gave him a smile
before grabbing Kyle to take over to Darcy.

"How do you like it?"  Kyle asked him.

"He likes it this much," I said grabbing Kyle's hand and lifting it up to
Darcy's hardon.  Darcy jumped back slightly, but I put my hand on his back
and pushed him forward again.

"The best thing about being all soaped up is that everything is 100 times
more slippery, and I think it intensifies sensitivity too.  First time I
felt my balls in here after I shaved them, I thought I'd never want to
leave.  Check this out, Darcy."  I grabbed his hand and moved it to cup
Kyle's balls which I knew were always nice and smooth.  Darcy tried to pull
his hand back but I gave him a stare and kept his hand cupped properly.
"Feels wicked, doesn't it?"

"Yeah.  Way different," he agreed swallowing almost audibly.

"We should have some music in here," Porter commented.

"Good idea," I agreed.  "ADAM, play music.  Justin Dance 1.  Volume level
2."  The ding sounded and music began playing.

"Who's ADAM?"  Carl asked.

"The house monitoring system," Ben explained.  "It does lots of stuff, but
half the time I forget to use it.  Blake pretty much uses it for
everything."

"Blake?"

"My brother, Blake.  You know who he is."

"The kid in grade 8?"

"That'd be the one."

"He's your brother?  That dude is pretty wild.  Shaved his head.  Has a
tattoo and piercings."

"That'd be the one.  You'd like him if you got to know him," Ben said
standing up for Blake.

"He seems popular.  A bit wild for me though."

"Might have been his trip to the Amazon that made him like that," Darcy
laughed, finally joining in with the conversation.  "He didn't do all those
things until he got back from the rainforest.  He used to have long blond
hair."

"Let's just say he really embraced the culture down there," I added.  The
bubbles were up to my nose, which meant they were well over Darcy's head by
now.  I swatted them down so I could still see him.  Darcy suddenly went
quiet again, so I reached down to find Kyle gently stroking him.  I moved
Darcy's hand to take hold of Kyle, so he knew it was okay to reciprocate.
Troy was hanging with the other three guys.  Porter moved up behind Troy
and rubbed up against him and were almost dancing together.

I took hold of Darcy and turned him around so that his back was now towards
Kyle.  I leaned in to whisper silently into his ear.  "Just enjoy it."  I
grabbed Kyle's cock to rub it up and down Darcy's ass crack.  Kyle stared
at me with a knowing grin.  I raised my eyebrows a couple of times and
nodded my head, as I stopped the tip of his penis at the tight entrance
that is Darcy's hole.  "Darcy, relax your whole body to feel the bubbles on
your skin."  I didn't wait for him to respond as I pushed him by the hips,
and helped Kyle pop through the tiny entrance.  Darcy made a small grunt as
he was taken.  I moved one of Kyle's hands to Darcy's hip.  I leaned over
and whispered as silently in Kyle's ear as I could.  "Fuck him nice."

He nodded and began moving back and forth.  I stepped in front and rubbed
Darcy's chest and played with his nipples, causing him to quietly moan as
he enjoyed himself.  I dropped to my knees disappearing into the bubbles
and took his cock into my mouth.  I reach a hand around to rub Kyle's ass
cheek as he continued to fuck.  It wasn't long before Darcy began to panic
and was tapping me on the shoulder furiously.  I knew what that meant, and
added pressure to the blowjob, increasing speed.  He stopped tapping and
grabbed hold of me as I received a full load of warm boy jizz down my
throat.  I have to admit I was surprised he remained so quiet about it.
Once he was done, I stood back up and wiped my lips as I looked at Kyle,
who stuck playfully stuck his tongue out at me.  I pulled Darcy forward to
release him from Kyle, and decided to be nice and step up and jerk Kyle off
to help him finish, keeping Darcy handy so he could feel the cum splash on
him.

"Has everyone had enough bubbles?"  Ben asked shortly afterward.  "Is it
time to show Carl how we clean the room?"

The guys all agreed that we were done, and Ben hit the button on the wall
to turn the overhead spray on.  It was like an instant monsoon which
quickly washed everything down the drains.  Carl had returned to putting
his hand over his crotch, while Troy and Ben let their erections stand
proudly.  The rest of us had managed to get back under control, and I was
smiling as I saw Darcy.  He was almost back to soft, but still looked
bigger than normal.  Everyone dried off with Ben and Carl heading back
upstairs.

We're just going up to get a drink, you guys joining us?  Troy asked.

"We'll be up in a second," I replied.  "Do I even need to ask if you had
fun?"  I asked, turning to Darcy.

"I was shaking so bad I thought my legs might collapse.  What if Kyle tells
someone what happened?"

"He won't."

"He knows I'm gay now, though," he panicked.

"No he doesn't.  He just knows you were horny and got into the fun of the
moment.  Even straight boys experiment when the mood is right.  You already
heard that Carl has gotten blowjobs, so I wouldn't be surprised if Ben
tries to take his cherry at some point."

"I don't think I'll ever get used to this.  I thought when I eventually got
a boyfriend, we'd have sex in bed at night with the lights off, like normal
couples.  I never imagined doing anything with others around."

"Dude, that's how you find a boyfriend.  You try a few guys out, see who
you enjoy, and then date.  Hopefully you'll have sex with lots of people,
but who knows what kind of boyfriend you'll get.  Maybe he'll only want to
be with you, and do it in the dark," I grinned.  Personally, I'd like to
see you do it in front of a large group and get them all so worked up they
fight over who gets you."

"Yeah, right!"

"Careful!  That might start to sound negative," I warned, grinning.  "How
could you even imagine that no one wants you now?  First me, then Kyle.
I'll bet if I took you upstairs and offered you to Troy and Porter, they'd
take you to bed for a hour of spit roasting.  By this time next week,
you'll be the headliner at a gay orgy party."

"You're hilarious."

"I am, aren't I?  I agreed.

"So did I do it?  Have I accomplished the task?"

"Not yet.  Not really.  I mean most of it was with you hidden.  First in
the pool, then in the bubbles.  How about we go upstairs and play a game of
pool without clothes, and you can keep working on being comfortable with
it."

"Okay, I guess."

"But first, how's your ass?"

"Great.  I think the bubbles made it easier to do it."

"They certainly act as lube, but I think you accepted Kyle because you're
relaxing more, despite feeling nervous.  If you hadn't cum so fast, I'm
sure Kyle would have filled you up with a nice load, and it'd be sloshing
around in you right now."

"Sorry.  I couldn't help it.  I tried to warn you."

"I know, but what fun would it have been to stop?"  I laughed as I pulled
him against me and gave him a kiss.  He pulled back as soon as we finished.
"Don't worry.  By the time I finish teaching you things, I'm going to have
had everyone in this house fuck you."

"Today?"

I gave a little laugh.  "No, not unless you want it all today, of course."

"They're all so good looking and they must think I'm a little kid."

"Stop!  No one thinks you're a little kid.  You're amazing and I think Kyle
proved that a few minutes ago.  And I think you're a hot piece of ass too!"
I said talking dirty to him.  "I could fuck you non-stop for days and still
want more!"  I said seductively as I nibbled on his ear.  "But right now,
we should head upstairs."

I pulled him out of the bathroom so we could dry off, and noticed he was a
bit more inflated than normal.  I could see him working at not holding his
hand right over his crotch, but he was strategically holding his arm so
that it hid at least part of himself.  I'd allow it for now.  Like my
shrinkology taught me; you have to allow people to work through things at
their own speed.  Sometimes if you go too fast, you don't get to the end
result.  It's basically the opposite of sex, so I have a huge learning
curve at University.

As he walked up the stairs in front of me, I badly wanted to throw him onto
the steps and go at his ass.  It's just too perfect not to have a cock in
it constantly.  I think my hand reached up a couple of times wanting to
poke a finger into it, but somehow I managed to find enough self control to
resist.  Just barely though.  We got to the main floor and I patted his ass
cheeks to keep him moving forward to the kitchen where Troy, Porter and
Kyle were having a snack.

"What took you guys so long?"  Troy asked almost taunting me to tell them.

"We just stopped to clean things up a bit before we came up.  Who wants to
a game of pool since we're all just hanging out?"

"Check this out first," Kyle said pointing to the window.  We went and took
a look and saw Cory with the twins on the trampoline.

"Does no one in your house wear clothes?"  Darcy asked.

"Not on laundry day," Troy joked.  "We're all guys so who cares."

"I went and talked to Cory," Kyle revealed.  "He's babysitting the twins
while the guys are out.  He goes over a lot to hang out with Jason, Alex
and the boys.  I think he likes the fact that his big brother has his own
family now."

"I wondered why we hadn't seen him around as much.  Makes sense though.
Jason would never stop being his big brother.  Where's Carl and Ben?"

"They went down to the games room," Troy replied.

Kyle and Porter agreed to team up against Troy and Darcy for a game of
pool, while I watched.  I mean when you have four cute boys bent over a
pool table, it seems silly not to be the one to stay back and check them
out.

They were halfway through their game when the front door opened as Blake
came home.  He ran over to us.  "Hey Darcy!  How come you're here?  Were we
training?"

I interjected before Darcy could answer, and gave a fake laugh. "He thought
today was Thursday and showed up."

"It's Wednesday," Blake replied.

"He knows that now!"  I told him.  "I offered to let him hang out and play
pool with us if he wanted."

"Cool.  We play the winners!"  Blake said as he pulled his shirt off.  You
could see Darcy trying not to react to Blake stripping in front of him.  He
focused all his energy and attention on the game, and I teased a bit by
patting him on the ass each time he made a good shot.  Blake noticed and
grinned, so I patted his ass too.  I don't want him to feel left out.

"Can you drive Darcy home?"  Blake asked later after we'd had something to
eat.

"Sure, are you going home naked, or would you like you go put your clothes
back on?"  I teased.  Lesson one seemed to have worked, as Darcy was
adapting nicely and seemed to have forgotten he was undressed.  I grabbed
the keys and headed out to the garage with them as they talked excitedly
about girls, school and video games and phone apps.  Kids!  They just don't
focus on the important stuff anymore...like sex.

"How did you get him naked?"  Blake asked after we dropped Darcy off.

"The others were already naked, so I told him to join in.  Sometimes it's
as easy as that.  Once you do it, it's not a big deal anymore."

"Yeah that makes sense.  He's cute thought, right?"

"That he is.  I'm surprised you didn't take him up to your room and use
that insanely hot ass of his."

"Dad!  Darcy is straight.  I'm trying to respect his life choice.  Just
like I do with Cory."

"So, you and Cory don't fool around at all anymore?"

"Not like we used to.  I think he's enjoying having a girlfriend and
learning new things with her.  They don't have sex or anything, but he
likes kissing her and holding hands and stuff.  He says that's enough for
now."

"Why don't you try that approach?"  I said giving him a grin.

"And disappoint my fans?  Not a chance.  I need sex.  I'm not a unit."

"Unit?"

"Yeah.  Those guys without dicks and balls."

"Eunuch," I corrected.

"Yeah.  That's what I said.  Oh, I forgot to tell you, me and Cory are
getting our old Scout Patrol together to go camping.  We're hiking up to a
small lake in the mountains.  I can go, right?"

"Of course.  Any adults going with you?"

"No.  It's just the Scouts."

"Okay, just make sure you have the phone on and fully charged in case of an
emergency."

"I know your definition of an emergency," he giggled.  "You run out of
lube."

"That's not an emergency, you little shit!" I said chastising him. "That's
called a disaster and usually qualifies for federal help."

"You're way too weird," he said rolling his eyes.

Once we got home, he ran up to do his homework before dinner.  Kyle grabbed
me and dragged me into the corner of the living room by the piano.  "Okay,
start talking," he said smiling.

"About?"

"About Darcy!  How many times have you fucked him?"

"What makes you think we've fucked?"  I asked trying to keep from laughing.

"Please!  Like you'd give him to me if you hadn't nailed him already.  Not
only that, I went into him with ease.  A virgin would have tried to slow me
down or stop me even.  So?  Come on.  How many times?"

"Hey, you know I like to keep my sex life private," I replied.

"And by private you mean videos posted on social media looking for likes,
private?  Does that mean he's gay?"

"That's not for me to say, but when he's ready to tell people, I'm sure
we'll be the first to know," I replied hoping I was keeping my
Doctor/patient thing going properly.  "How was he?"

"Unreal!  His ass is so small and tight.  If you hadn't made him cum, I
would've been happy to take him up to my room for the rest of the night and
shredded that pussy."

"Sorry.  I couldn't help but take that cock, knowing he was being fucked,"
I grinned.

"Shit.  How much are you doing the guy?  Does Blake know anything?"

"No, and you can't tell him.  That's for the two of them to deal with."

Kyle just shook his head.  "You're playing with fire.  Blake's gonna walk
in one day and catch you balls deep inside his friend.  Then it's either
gonna be a freak out that you took his straight friend, or that you'd
rather do Darcy than him, and we'll have attitude for weeks about it."

"And that's why we keep quiet about it," I warned.  "I'm pushing Darcy to
try and open up to Blake more as he really needs to have friends closer to
his age that he can hang out with."

"Blake will destroy him," Kyle joked.  "Darcy needs a nice virgin boy, if
he chooses to stick with guys.  Do you know any of those?"

"I did, but one or two days with me and for some reason they turn into
sluts," I said shaking my head in disbelief.

"Yeah, for SOME reason!" He nodded.  "The other option is to bring Darcy
over again and we'll all screw him until he figures out if he's gay or
not."

"I like that one," I agreed.

"Why does THAT not surprise me?  Have you given him to anyone else...to get
him out of his `shell'?"

"Sorry...doctor/patient confidentiality," I smirked.

"That line is really gonna get old fast," Kyle said leaning in to give me a
kiss.  "But hey, Doc, I was wondering if you could help me.  You see I get
this funny feeling in my crotch when I see naked boys and my...you
know...my thing gets...well...all tingly and hard.  I keep wondering if
there's maybe something wrong with me.  Could you check it?"

"Wrong type of doctor, idiot," I laughed.  "I deal in trouble with your
head!"

"That's what I'm talking about.  The head of my penis leaks this stuff and
I think it's driving me crazy."

"Okay, crazy is my field of specialty.  You can make an appointment."

Kyle grinned.  "Thanks doc.  I gotta go take a shower and make sure I'm
nice and smooth for our session."

"Again...wrong type of doctor.  My patients won't usually get naked."

"I'll bet that's a lie," Kyle chuckled.  "Have you thought about what type
of patients you're gonna have after you become a psychologist?"

"Not sure.  There's a lot of different specialties I could try.  Like a kid
therapist, or focused on teenager problems, or general nut cases, which
would certainly have the widest range of options.  I even thought about
being a sex therapist explicitly for gay guys."

"THAT would be a mistake!"  Kyle said shaking his head.  "I also don't
recommend advertising that you deal with `nut cases', either."

"Why?  I know what being gay is about and I could help tons of guys deal
with their sexuality."

"Really?  Justin, I love you, but that would be the worst kind of therapist
for you to be.  You'd screw everyone just to try and make them feel better.
I'd say the second worst type would be a therapist to teenagers.  Look how
innocent Darcy probably was when you first met him.  Now you're probably
screwing him daily and handing him out others like he's candy at
Halloween."

"Oh?  I didn't hear you complaining when I let you play with his Mr. Big!
Or fill up his small candy bag, or see how much loot he had in his sack."

"You should be a therapist to lonely old ladies at nursing homes.  THAT
would be the best type for you."

"No way.  The whole point of therapy is to get people talking and then have
them dependent on you and come back repeatedly.  That's how doctors make
money.  Do it with old folks, and they die after a few sessions, and you
gotta find more.  I think I'd like to specialize in young people starting
out in life."

"Bad idea, Justin.  I'm just saying.  Case and point...DARCY!  He talked to
you about something and now you're claiming patient/doctor confidentiality
while your screwing his brains out."

"Uhhh...and which type of therapy would you prefer?  Huh?  Lying on a couch
staring at a ceiling, or lying naked in bed having sex while you talked
about yourself?  I rest my case...and point!"

"Would you ever take friends in for therapy, once you start doing it for
real?"

"I dunno.  Probably not.  I think it would be hard to separate that.  I
mean if you came to talk to me about something, like say relationship
trouble or issues, it'd be diffulcult not to see that all the time when we
weren't in therapy."

"That makes sense, but just so you know in advance...Blake plans on being
your first patient.  He said he thinks it would be nice to talk to you
about things he can't normally talk to you about and not have you get mad
at him or judge him."

I rolled my eyes.  "Part of me can't wait for those sessions, and the other
part might never want to know how his mind works."

"Just be sure to have your own therapist on speed dial," Kyle laughed.

I wonder who I should take as patients?  Kyle's probably right.  I should
avoid people I think are hot, or I'll be responding to them more with my
little brain than my big one half the time.  I'll give the cute boys to
Nate and I'll take the regular crazies.  I probably shouldn't call them
that in case it slips out when I tell my secretary to send in the next one.
"Miss Tessmacher!!  Send in the next looney!"


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