Date: Tue, 13 Apr 2021 07:15:45 -0700
From: Dave <outinwest@gmail.com>
Subject: The Society Boys Part 178

The Society Boys
By Connor Matthews

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Chapter 178

We got another call from Colleen a week later asking to see us.  It sounded
urgent, so of course we blasted over there.  As we sat in her outer office
waiting, I felt as nervous as when I got called to the principal's office.
As my parent's say; I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop.  What the
hell does that mean exactly?  Why are people dropping shoes?  Like the
British saying, it's driving me round the bend.  That's another one I don't
get, if the road bends, you gotta drive around it...duh!  If not, you end
up in someone's living room.  Who comes up with these sayings?  Oh well, we
were here now.  In for a penny, in for a pound.

"Thanks for waiting," Colleen said as she welcomed us and we went into her
office.  "I wanted to keep you up to date on where we are.  We did a second
follow-up visit with Charles, Vanessa and Jimmy, or John, if you'd prefer.
We did reveal to John that his real brother lived nearby and was named
Blake.  That seemed to spark a bit of light as he asked a few questions
like how old he was and where he lived.  We only revealed that Blake had
just turned 14, but that the last time he'd seen him, Blake was the same
age he is now.  I mean it sounds like a four-year difference with birthdays
falling where they do, but it's been roughly three and a half years.  We
showed him Blake's picture of when he was 10 to see if that would help, but
he didn't recognize him, although he hung onto the picture like it was a
prized possession.  I thought of letting him see a current picture, but
we'll wait to see how he responds to the first one.  Blake is very
different than he was at 10."

"That's the truth.  Any chance we could get that Blake back?"  I laughed
trying to ease some of the seriousness of our conversation.

"What's the next step?"  Colin asked taking hold of my hand.

"Next, I think you should meet with Charles and Vanessa, without John or
Blake for the moment.  Get to know each other and create a plan."

"Let us know and we'll be there," Colin told her.

"There is one other thing that you should be aware of.  They expressed
concern that you were a same sex couple.  They're very religious and it
appears to be a conflict as to what might constitute a proper upbringing
for John."

"Will that be a problem with us getting John reunited with Blake?"

"No.  Discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation is prohibited, and
you've proven yourselves as good parents for Blake.  Not to mention your
brother and his partner with their kids.  We have no concerns."

"We should probably meet somewhere neutral, so there's no chance of running
into the kids by accident," I said quickly.  That's the last thing I'd
need.  "It may make responding to their concerns easier."

"Good idea.  We can meet in one of our conference rooms."

"Where does it go from there?"

"After that meeting, I think it would be prudent to let Blake know about
John.  That in itself may be traumatic and need a bit of time for
reflection.  Then I say we get the boys together as quickly after that as
we can.  Start with a day visit to see how it goes.  Then ease them into
it.  Blake will know John, but it's John who we have to be cautious with.
If his memories rushes back too fast, we could bring the trauma of the
actual tragedy to the forefront and create a whole new set of concerns."

"Wouldn't that be showing some progress, though?"  I asked professionally.
"At least he'd be acknowledging what happened, and allow us to move him
forward, rather than stagnating where he is with no memory of it, perhaps
reappearing one day when we think he's recovered."

"I don't disagree with that.  Better he deals with it while he's younger,
than older, but too many things at once could be overwhelming.  None of us
know how this will go, but we certainly want him to remember his brother.
That would be a positive step in the healing process.  Blake has adapted,
so he could help John get through it as they'll have a bond.  Both pre and
post tragedy."

"Any idea when you'd like to set up the meeting?"  Colin asked.

"I understand they are going to be away for several days, so it could be a
couple of weeks yet.  I'll arrange something and let you know.  What is
your time like?"

"You tell us when, and we'll make time," Colin replied quickly.  I had to
wholeheartedly agree.  This took priority over everything else.  Wow, I
really am maturing.

We left and headed out to the car.  "God, this is gonna be brutal," I said
quietly as we sat there. "It hasn't even started and I'm beginning to freak
out.  I'm really worried about how it'll affect Blake.  He's come so far,
and now we're going to turn his life upside down."

"True, but moving in stages like this is probably best.  Once Blake knows,
the cat will be out of the bag and there'll be no stopping it from moving
forward; we just follow Colleen's lead for now."

"I'm sorry to put you through this," I said leaning over to hug him.  "But
thanks for being so supportive.  I love you."

"Love you too," he replied.  "And you're not putting me through anything.
We're going through it together."

As I sat back, I suddenly began to chuckle and then laugh.

"What's so funny?"  He asked amused as he started the car.

"Just wondering why we're keeping cats in bags...why not dogs?  Do dogs not
like being in bags?  I'm just curious."

"Sometimes you're very strange," he laughed with me.

All these sayings.  I wonder if they're using the same cat that that
Schrodinger guy used, and did the box he was in belong to Pandora?  Was the
cat in the bag while in the box, and did they swing him around in the box
before they put him in, thereby coming up with the saying `not enough room
to swing a cat?'  Because that would actually make sense.  These and many
more questions MUST be answered before we tell Blake about John.  I have a
headache.

A few days later, with my headache gone, and just a tightness in my chest
while we waited for the scenario to play out with Jimmy/John, and the
Campbells, I got another text from Darcy asking to hang out as he didn't
have school that afternoon.  He was a nice distraction and currently a good
project for me.  I could use him as a final thesis at this rate.  I got a
boy to avoid killing himself, come out, be sexual, make friends, deal with
bullies and run around confident in his own skin.  Seems like that's text
book shrinking if you ask me.

He said he had the afternoon off and wondered if I could pick him up at his
house, so I figured I might as well.  What were the other options?  Study
more psychology from books?  Boring!  He was waiting for me when I arrived.
I moved over to let him drive, which only made the smile on his face even
bigger.

"I was going to tell you I was proud of you for how you handled being naked
at the house the last time you were over."

"Thanks.  It was scary at first, but it got easier the more I did it.  I
guess it's like you said, huh?  You get used to it."

"Now you know why I gave you the three tasks.  It's to help you.  How're
things at school?"

"The same.  Bullies, assholes and dickheads."

"Well two out of three isn't a bad thing then.  That's a positive," I
joked.

"Huh?"

"Assholes and dickheads sound fun to play with.  Bullies, not so much."

He just gave me a smile as we drove off.  "I'm trying to ignore them all,
but they get in groups, and it's like they fuel each other to do stupid
shit to other kids."

"I'd say get the other kids formed into a group of your own and fight back,
but for now, let's just focus on you.  Then, once you have some confidence
built up, we can work on other things."

"Cool.  So, what do you wanna do today?"

"How about we work on task number two?"

"Which is?"

"That you meet some other gay guys and get comfortable around them."

"Haven't I done that one at your house already?"

"A bit, sure, but I was thinking of introducing you to boys around your own
age.  It would be good for you to meet them and who knows, maybe make some
friends as well."

"I can try.  But just so you know, people don't really want to be friends
with me.  I'm not really all that special, or interesting."

"Sure you are.  You just haven't met the right people yet.  I'll take you
over to the academy," I said as I gave him directions on how to get there.
I took him the long way so he'd have time to prepare and allow more driving
time as well.

Once we were parked at the school, he turned to look at me.  "What is this
place again?"

"This is the Q Academy.  It's a school for gay or bisexual boys.  Hopefully
you'll like it."

He looked out the window at the school.  "This place is huge.  I don't even
think my school is this big.  Only gay or bisexual boys go here?  There are
that many?"

"Or guys that are gay curious and questioning.  The school's not at
capacity by any means so classes are smaller and a lot of the classrooms
aren't needed yet."

"And their parents let them?"  He asked sounding shocked.

"Sure.  It gives their kids a safe space to learn and be around other boys
who are the same as they are.  There is a boarding part of the school for
those boys that for whatever reason can't live at home, don't have a home,
or chose to live away.  Some might have had parents that didn't accept who
they were, or perhaps they just lived in another city and boarding made
more sense for them.  They've actually become quite a family looking after
each other, and the academy has a very strict zero tolerance for bullying.

"That'd be nice.  My school says it too, but it still happens."

"I think the boys here are more sensitive to it.  Some may have had
experiences similar to yours so they understand not to do it to others.
I'd love to show you around.  Who knows maybe you'll find some boys you
like and you can play with them; if the opportunity presents itself.  Would
you be interested in that?"

"Play with them?  You mean like have sex with them?"

"Or just let them see you naked so you understand what I've been telling
you; that you're a great guy."

"I don't know about that.  I can try being naked as long as you're there,
but if I can't do it you won't make me will you?"

"Of course not.  Remember what I said, it's up to you when you come out to
anyone.  I just really want you to meet some awesome guys that could be
good friends if you let them in.  I'm just warning you ahead of time that
they're pretty open and outgoing since they build a lot of confidence being
around other guys like themselves.  When you put a bunch of gay guys in a
room, there's a lot of testosterone, so sex is pretty common with no one
around to say no."

"I could see that," Darcy grinned.  "Okay, I'll check it out.  It'd be nice
to be in a school where I'm not watching over my shoulder for Neanderthals
about to attack.  I mean I don't really get picked on for being gay since
they don't know that, it's mainly my size."

"Someone might say something to you, but it's not like they'd pick on you
for it."

"I dunno.  Seems to be a thing everywhere.  Especially when everyone thinks
I'm 12."

"That's why we get you out of your clothes," I grinned.  "Once they see all
of you, there's no way anyone makes that mistake.  First thing we need to
do is to stop by the office and get a visitor's pass."

We headed inside to the office where I got him signed in, and he was given
a pass. "You don't need one?" he asked as he clipped the badge to his
shirt.

"No, they know me around here," I replied not bothering to tell him that I
owned the place.  We don't use them when we just visit the dorm, or on the
weekend, but when school was in session, it was required to have a pass.
We began on the first floor which had the school theatre.  They'd recently
named it Acronym Creative Thinking Theatre, ACT Theatre for short.  They'd
had a competition to come up with something other than just school theatre.
On the main floor was also the band room, guidance counsellor, school
store, first aid room, teacher's lounge, gym and dorm manager's apartment.
The cafeteria was also located here and was below the dorm floors.  It
served as the main dining hall for those who were boarding as well.  At the
back of the main entrance foyer were large viewing windows out to the
school field so it let in a lot of light as soon as you entered the school.
The large double staircases were in the center of the foyer going either
left or right to the next floor.  It was a very impressive main floor for a
school.  Once we'd explored that, we headed up to the second floor which
had the main library & media room, again with large floor to ceiling
windows overlooking the sports fields behind the school.  The student
council was on this floor along with many basic classrooms, and one of the
entrances to the dorms.  The halls were fairly typical with rows of
lockers, more than was currently required, so each boy had his own.

We'd passed a few guys wandering around, and they'd all acknowledged us and
said hi.  I don't think Darcy was used to that as it took him a few guys
before he said hi back.  The third floor had larger rooms with industrial
arts, home economics kitchen, and health classes, along with a few
teacher's offices.  By the time we got up to the fourth floor, I'd say that
Darcy was reasonably impressed.  If it ever stopped being the Q Academy, we
could easily sell it to the city as a state-of-the-art high school. The
fourth floor was primarily the art room and science labs.  I guess if
you're gonna blow shit up in science, best to do it on the fourth floor.  I
dunno if that was their thinking, but it seemed to fit the way I thought
about it.  We took one of the two elevators down to the basement level
which is where the pool, change rooms and club rooms were all located.  We
looked in the doors of the pool but didn't enter as a class was in session.

"The guys are naked?"  He asked surprised.

"Sure.  All boys school, so they don't care.  Like I've been telling you,
the more times you're naked, the less you care or even notice."

"I don't think I'll ever get used to that in public, no matter how many
times I did it."

"You will...one day.  There's a workout room just off the pool next to the
coach's office.  The room over there is where the guys can go for a
massage.  Arden is awesome at it.  If you ever want to have a professional
massage, let me know and we'll come back."

"I like the massages you give," Darcy grinned.

"I'm sure!  But Arden is considerably better."  He didn't reply.  "Along
this hall are the various club rooms.  I think currently they have
photography, wrestling, and outdoor clubs down here.  Some of them just use
normal classrooms like French club, geography, nerd, things like that."

"Nerd club?"  Darcy grinned.

"Like comic books, superhero stuff," I chuckled.  "I dunno what they call
it, but I've seen one of the empty classrooms set up like that."

"Nerd club...That's funny.  I'm guessing there's no gay/straight alliance
here."

"Not one that I know of, but then the whole school is a place where
everyone is welcome.  The library usually can get some good discussions
going on at times.  They probably have all the different ethnicities with
clubs too.  Like maybe the Jewish black transgender left-handed vegans with
drug or alcohol addictions club."

"Seems like that might have a limited attendance," Darcy grinned.  "Maybe
there's a secret club for straight people.  They hold it in a closet on the
fourth floor?"

"Nice!" I said fist bumping him.  "See, you're pretty funny.  I'm sure the
guys will invite you back all the time with humour like that.  I know a
class that you'd probably like," I said as the bell went to indicate the
next period.

"What's that?"

"Health class.  Come on.  Let's see if we can go join in."

"Health class is usually the most boring.  They're always showing gross
pictures of things or talking about your bodies.  That makes me the most
uncomfortable when they start talking about development."

"You probably won't be bored in this health class.  They have a clothing
optional rule so that the boys get used to accepting people as they are."

"Wait.  Guys get naked in a classroom too?"  He asked incredulously.

"Not all of them, but some.  Come on. Trust me."  We jumped in the elevator
to head for the third floor and followed some of the boys into one of the
classrooms.  I went to speak to the teacher to ask permission to
participate.

"You're always welcome to join in, Justin," he said.  I already knew that
as we owned the place, but it's just considerate to ask.  I told him about
Darcy's visiting and he just looked over at him standing near the door.
"He's 16?"

"Yeah, he's pretty self-conscious about his size and gets picked on a lot
at his other school because of it.  I wanted him to see that it's not a big
deal when he's around boys much more accepting."

"Smart.  I think you'll both enjoy today's lesson.  Feel free to
participate."

I went back to Darcy and told him we could join in.  He didn't seem
thrilled.  What kid would be thrilled about having time off school, only to
spend the day in another class?  The teacher got everyone seated and then
introduced us.

"Boys, we have a couple visitors today.  Some of you already know Justin,
and our other guest is Darcy.  He's your age and here to check the school
out.  Make them feel welcome.  Guys, please feel free to take a seat at the
back.  As we walked down the row of desks, several of they guys said hi,
and one reached out to fist bump us.  We returned the bump and sat down.
Today, we are going to talk more about spermatozoa.  We've already
discussed how it is part of the reproductive process, but today we're going
to explore it further.  Does anyone know how many sperm cells you make in a
single day?"

One boy yelled out a million.

"Several million," the teacher corrected.  "Testicles produce roughly 1500
sperm cells per second, and in a full cycle which is roughly 60 days, you
will have stored up over 8 billion."

"Holy shit!  That's like the entire population of the planet in my balls,"
someone commented, as others laughed.

"True.  Of course, not every sperm cell would make it to the egg.  Only one
is required."

"How many eggs does a women have?"  Another boy asked.

"Roughly 300-400,000 when they are your age, gradually losing them until
they are no longer able to reproduce."

"Whoa.  So if I had 8 billion of my boys attack her three hundred thousand
eggs, I could have 300,000 kids.  Shit!"

The class laughed.

"Nature takes care of that.  It is very rare that more than one sperm will
get through the outer shell of an egg to fertilize it during ovulation.  Of
all her eggs, only about 500 may be ready to be fertilized."

"That's still 500 babies," one boy pointed out.  "That's a shitload of
diapers."

Everyone laughed again, including Darcy.

"Like I said, nature takes care of it.  In a typical ejaculation you would
send out several million sperm, and on their trip to the egg many will not
survive and just give up."

"Nuh uh!  Not my boys.  They're all Olympic swimmers," one guy joked.

"Possibly, but if you keep masturbating every hour, you won't have many
swimmers to make the trip," the teacher replied, causing a few `burn' type
comments from the class.

A boy put his hand up and asked his question, almost simultaneously.  "Is
it true that sperm dies when it's exposed to the air?"

"No.  Not at all.  If it is kept warm and moist it can survive a few days.
Once it dries, the sperm is dead and cannot be revived."

"Sorry boys, no CPR for you when you're in the sock!"  One boy joked.

Another hand went up.  "Ummm what happens to sperm if you aren't like
putting it in a girl?"

"Many of you may only ever have intercourse with another boy and never with
a girl, in which case there is no egg to fertilize.  If you are having anal
sex, then the semen really goes nowhere except into your anus, and will be
released the next time you use the bathroom.  If you chose to have oral sex
there have been some proven health benefits to sperm."

"Like what?" a boy asked.

"Well semen, which contains the sperm, also has other properties such as
vitamin C, protein, vitamin B12, nitrogen, zinc, protein, sugar, calcium
chlorine, and many other things."

"Ooohh!"  One boy exclaimed as his hand shot into the air.  "It that
chlorine stuff why cum smells like bleach sometimes?"

"It'll have something to do with it, yes.  They say that semen can be good
for the skin and hair, and that some spas use it in their treatments."

"Gross!"  One boy replied.  "They smear some guys jizz on your face?"

"I'm sure it's a small quantity mixed with other properties," the teacher
assured him.

"That explains why Chad's face as smooth as a baby's," one guy laughed.

"And why my hair is so shiny," Chad replied, not giving in to the implied
insult.

"Is it okay to...ummm...swallow cu...uhhh...semen?"

"Absolutely.  It is digested in your stomach just the same as food.  Not
everyone likes the taste or texture of it.  That's a personal choice.
Depending on what you have eaten, it may alter the taste somewhat.  Very
much along the lines of how it affects your sweat or breath.  If you eat
garlic and onions, sperm may taste stronger or more musky, perhaps even a
little bitter.  Things like oranges, pineapple or even celery may cut down
on that bitterness and make it taste less acidic."

"Hey Reagan.  I have some celery and oranges if you want them for lunch," a
boy yelled across the classroom.

That caused some laughter, but the teacher got them under control quickly.

"We're going to go upstairs to the science lab to continue this class.  You
can leave your things here as we'll be back before the bell rings."
Everyone stood up and Darcy leaned in to talk quietly to me.

"Holy shit.  No one would ever talk like this in my school.  First, we have
to put our hand up and wait to be asked, but we sure as hell wouldn't talk
about swallowing cum or taking it in the butt."

"Welcome to a school that talks openly about the things kids really want to
know," I said as we followed everyone out.

"Those guys are just gonna walk naked to the other room?"  Darcy asked,
looking at the few boys that had taken their clothes off earlier.

"Sure," I shrugged as if it were a stupid question.  Inside I was smiling
as I watched how Darcy processed everything.  We arrived at the science lab
and the teacher told the guys to get into pairs around a microscope on the
counter.

"We've talked about semen and sperm as it relates to fertility and I'm sure
you've all seen graphics of what sperm actually looks like, but today,
you'll get to see it first hand.  Each of you will get a chance to see your
own sperm under the microscope.  If you take one of the small glass dishes
there, you'll be able to masturbate into it.  There are tissues on the
counter behind you to clean up once you have finished.  Once you have your
sperm, you can use a glass eyedropper to take some and drop it onto the
slide to place under the microscope.  If you are not comfortable
masturbating around others, feel free to find a private spot to do it."

"Can we help our lab partner if he needs help?"  One boy asked getting a
small murmur or agreement from others.

"You may, if he agrees to your help.  Remember, consent is required for any
physical contact.  To ensure that your sample is only sperm, please use
only your hand, nothing more."

"There goes the blowjob lesson," one guy remarked.  "Just so everyone knows
ahead of time, I give blanket consent for anything to everyone."

"Slut," one boy coughed, causing others to laugh.

The teacher just smiled.  "You can look at both samples of sperm to see if
you notice a difference in them, and record your findings."

"Mine will be the ones wearing teeny tiny Olympic gold swimming medals," a
boy joked.  They all grabbed a dish and one by one penises came out.

Darcy looked stunned.  "They're just gonna jerk off into a dish and then
look at it?"

"How else would you get to see your own sperm under a microscope."

Reagan, one of the fully naked boys, moved towards us.  "You gonna check
out your sperm, Darcy?"  he asked as he held his penis jerking himself off
slowly.  "This will be epic cool!"

"Uh, I dunno.  I'm not used to doing stuff with others around."

"No bigs.  Go do it behind the counter where no one can watch, or I can
block others from seeing you if you want."

"Are you doing it, Justin?"  Reagan asked looking at me with a smile.

"Of course.  I've never actually seen my cum under microscope either.  I
think it'll be seriously educational."

"OH YEAH!" One guy called out suddenly.  "Eight billion little me's in a
dish!" Others watched as he pumped his sperm into the dish he was holding
in front of himself.  "Whew!  That was a good one!  Almost needed a couple
more dishes," he announced as he put the dish on the counter and went to
grab tissues.  One by one boys began to cum, some getting to orgasm from
seeing others do it, while some just focused on the task at
hand...literally.  I opened my pants and fished my cock out so I could fill
my two-litre container.  Okay, my little glass dish...  Reagan smiled when
he saw me and began stroking himself even faster.

"I love your penis, Justin.  It's so awesome."

"Thanks, I like yours too.  When's the last time you emptied the sperm?"

He grinned.  "This morning, so I'm not gonna have eight billion, that's for
sure.  Maybe just a couple hundred million."  He watched me closely as he
quickened the pace and his breathing became heavier.  It wasn't long before
he had his dish in front of him catching his ejaculation.  "Not bad," he
commented as he squeezed the last bit into the dish, then put it on the
counter beside us.  He wiped the tip of his dick and licked the finger dry.
"Hate to waste any," he grinned.

Darcy wasn't quite as outgoing as others, but to his credit he covertly
masturbated.  Reagan repositioned himself so he could take peek at Darcy as
he did it.

"You've got a great penis too, Darcy," Reagan commented, which I'm sure
didn't help Darcy feel any less nervous.  "Want me to hold the dish for you
when you cum?"

"Uhhh, I'm okay, thanks," he replied.  To help him, I handed Reagan my dish
and told him to get ready.  I'm not sure what he thought my definition of
get ready was, but he put the dish in position near the tip of my penis and
then cupped my balls to feel them.  He grinned at me as I was about to let
my swimmers out.  The starting pistol went off in my head and I fired a big
load into the dish.

Reagan nodded and smiled, not taking his eyes off me as I jettisoned
everything I had.  I made sure to push the last bit out and Reagan
continued to be helpful by putting his hand on my penis and wiping the tip.
He repeated what he'd done to himself and licked his fingers clean.  "Mmmm,
pineapple," he giggled.

I put the dish on the counter and turned my attention to Darcy.  "You doing
okay?"  I asked quietly.

"Yeah.  Getting there," he replied sounding unsure.

"Reagan," I said quietly.  "Move around so he can see you.  I'm sure a
visual will help."

"Always makes me cum faster when I can see a naked boy," Reagan agreed as
he moved into Darcy's line of sight and slowly played with himself as he
watched Darcy masturbate.  "Would it help if I cupped your balls too?"

Darcy just shrugged as if he weren't sure exactly how to answer.  Reagan
took that as a yes and quickly took Darcy's testicles in his hand.  Darcy
jumped slightly and looked up at the ceiling to avoid direct eye contact.
Reagan used his other hand to take the dish from Darcy, which seemed to
allow him to concentrate better.  It was only seconds until he was warning
that he was about to cum.  He pushed his penis down to aim at the dish and
then pumped out his semen, getting a big grin from Reagan.

"That was fun.  Guess we have to do the next part now," Reagan remarked as
he took his own dish back to his partner and we all prepared the `cum'
slides.  One by one the boys got louder and louder as they checked out
sperm under the microscope.  I have to admit it was an impressive sight.
They were definitely alive and wiggling with the round head and the long
tails.  I had no idea that they really looked like that as you don't think
about it when you cum everywhere.  All you normally see is just a pool of
white.  The class was looking at other microscopes to check out their
friends cum and make comments about it all.  Nothing was derogatory, but
like all boys they made stupid comments like which sperm was swimming
faster than the other one, and naming some.

"We should put an egg beside the slide and see if we can fool them into
thinking it's a girl egg," One boy suggested.

"My boys are gay, so they only swim to other sperm.  Put your dish beside
my microscope and watch how excited they get at having 500 million others
to play with."

"500 million?  I thought we had 8 billion," one guy replied.

"It's only 8 billion if you don't whack off for two months.  No one is
gonna do that," another reasoned.  "I busted one out this morning, so I've
probably only got 500 million.  Reagan probably only has ten."

"Million?"

"No...ten!" the guy laughed.

"I've got more than that.  The teacher said we produce 1500 every second,
so I got at least... two million which is the twenty minutes before class
started."

"What is everyone observing?"  The teacher asked as he walked around to
check on how they were doing.

"They're moving and look like the pictures you see of them.  Round head and
long tails, wiggling like tadpoles."

"I'm seeing that I'll never want to swallow cum again," one boy replied.
"Those will be in your stomach."

"Yeah, it's kinda cool seeing them like this, but it sure changes how I'll
think about a blowjob now," another agreed.

"I think it's cool," one of the other naked boys remarked.  "I can already
hear my sperm after I've fucked my boyfriend.  They'll be in his ass
looking around and saying.  Guys, we've been tricked.  No eggs here. We're
in the wrong hole.  Let's just fool around together and then head towards
the light to get out of here."

Everyone laughed.

"How much protein is in sperm?  I heard it's good for you," a boy asked as
he looked in his microscope.

"About the same amount as you'd find in the white of an egg," came the
reply from the teacher.

"Fuck, no wonder I'm never hungry.  It's like I have a dozen eggs
everyday," one boy joked.

"You want a sausage to go with your eggs?"  another teased.

"Okay, stop there before this goes downhill," the teacher smiled.  "Once
you've made your observations and seen all you want to see, please rinse
your dishes and put them into the sterilizer, and let's clean up and head
back to the classroom.  It was another few minutes of everyone checking
slides of their friends before they began cleaning up.  Darcy had checked
both mine and his, and accepted Reagan's invitation to look at his as well.

"That was actually really cool," Darcy remarked as he washed his dish out
and placed in the unit that would sterilize the dishes.  "Thanks for
getting me to do that.  I never even thought sperm would actually look like
that."

"It was pretty amazing, that's for sure.  But I agree with that one guy.
I'll never think of it the same way again, and I'll be eating way more
oranges and pineapple."

Reagan joined us as he washed his dish out.  "That was fun.  Do you have a
boyfriend, Darcy?"

"No, not right now."

"Are you looking for one?"

"Ummm, not really.  I mean maybe one day, but I haven't really decided
anything yet.  My school isn't like this at all.  I'd be less popular than
I am now if they thought I was gay as well as small."

"You should switch to this school.  You'd be super popular.  I'd be your
boyfriend if you ever decide you want one.  Are you a top or a bottom?"

"Uhhhh, I don't really know.  I'm just still kinda figuring things out.
Which are you?"

"Mostly a bottom, but I top sometimes too.  Wanna maybe just exchange
numbers and we could hang out sometime.  You could fuck me to see if we'd
make good friends," he grinned.

Darcy looked at me and then back at Reagan.  "Yeah, that'd be cool.  The
hanging out, I mean.  Not sure about sex yet though.  I have to be careful
if we went out in public."

"I get that.  I was in the closet when I was a kid.  Then I decided to say
fuck it and came out when I was 12.  My parents said I was too young to
know if I was gay or not, and my friends thought I was just joking around.
My best friend didn't believe me at all until I sucked his dick.  Then I
think he pretty much figured out that I was telling the truth."

"Is he still your friend?"

"Not as close as we were, but he's cool with it.  Lots of the other guys
weren't as cool, but it's not like they hated me or anything.  They just
didn't know how to deal.  I can be pretty outgoing sometimes."

"I noticed," Darcy smirked.  "Can I ask you a question?  Have you always
been comfortable being naked?"

"I think so.  My parents said when I was little, I was always taking my
clothes off.  I don't do it all the time here, but I'm fine if people see
me.  Probably makes it easier to date actually.  They see what they're
getting right away, so they know if they'd like me or not."

"I wish I were that bold," Darcy replied as we finished cleaning up.  Then
it was back to the classroom for a follow-up about what we'd learned.  The
boys were pretty good at the review and took it all reasonably serious
considering how far off the rails it would go in a regular school.  Just
before the bell, everyone that had taken their clothes off, got dressed,
and Reagan and Darcy swapped phone numbers.

"Justin, would you maybe wanna fuck me sometime?" Reagan asked bluntly.

I nodded and smiled.  "Definitely.  You have one hot looking little ass."

"Cool.  I'll call you," he said with a giant smile on his face.  "I just
love big cocks, and I can go for hours if you want to."

Darcy and I said our goodbyes and walked down to the second floor so I
could take him over to the dorms.

"Dude, I'm really proud of you.  You participated in the class and actually
talked to someone.  You even had a boyfriend offer."

"That probably wasn't real.  I think he just talked to me `cause I was a
new face.  I think he was more interested in you."

"I think it was real.  He gave you his number, didn't he? He even held your
balls and said you could fuck him. That sounded pretty since to me.  I'm
thinking at the very least you just got yourself the beginning of a new
friendship."

"Strange way to start one though.  Him naked, watching me masturbate."

"Maybe that's what he liked about you.  Wait until he sees that cute ass of
yours.  He'll definitely want to be your boyfriend."

"Gay guys sure aren't subtle, are they?"

"I think part of that might have been from the past.  We had to hide who we
were, and when we did find another gay guy, we had to move fast so no one
else might steal him away.  Or maybe once we could just be ourselves, it
was just better to say what you wanted, rather than beat around the bush."

"It's gonna take getting used to.  I can barely handle someone talking to
me, since it happens so rarely."

"It's just because you haven't had the right kind of people to talk to.  As
you saw today, some guys are pretty easy to talk to, and pretty open
minded."

"I'll say.  I've never seen a whole class whip out their dicks and jerk off
before."

"Me neither, kinda.  This was actually a pretty good lesson.  I was
impressed by how everyone just got on with the assignment."

"Did anyone help their friend out?  I wasn't really looking," Darcy asked.

"No.  I think they all just did themselves...from what I could see anyway.
I really am proud of you buddy.  Considering where you were not that long
ago, this took real balls to join in like you did."

"Literally, it took balls," he commented.  "That's where the sperm was."

"Dude, you're gonna be fine in life.  We've just got to get you into a
better school environment."

"My parents would NEVER let me come to a school like this.  I'm not sure I
could handle it either, if I'm being honest.  It's like a different world."

"It can seem like that, and it's sure not for everyone.  I think what you
need is a balance.  A regular school without bullies.  In my heart I know
that you're the kind of guy that would have tons of friends once you
believe in yourself.  It starts with us getting rid of that negative
influence of assholes in your life.  I could order a hit."

He smirked.  "I'm sure I'm not the only one that would appreciate that."

I began formulating the plan in my head.  Something about dressing in black
and saying I was Batman, as I took care of them in a dark alley, was coming
to mind.  I may have to work on the logistics.  I'm pretty sure I know a
few hundred `Q' that would be willing to help out.  Let's see how the
bullies would like the tables turned.

"These are the main dorms," I said as we proceeded through the double doors
into the residence.  "As the school enrollment grows, we have another floor
of dorms identical to this on the third floor with enough room for another
32 boys.  The fourth floor has rental apartments which are currently all
occupied.  That helps pays for some of the cost of operating the building.
They have their own staircase and elevator so they can't gain access
directly to the school."

He nodded as he listened.  "Everyone is way more friendly here," Darcy
noted.  "No one even makes eye contact at my school."

"It's how you meet people.  One thing about the Academy is that the boys
all talk to each other.  I mean not everyone gets along, but for the most
part they respect each other."

"I wish my folks were more accepting."

"We can always work on them," I smiled as we entered through the main doors
to the dorms.

"Good luck with that.  If my Dad had a gun, I'm sure he'd kill all gay
guys."

"You'd be surprised how people change once they have a child who is gay.
It might take them a while, but I like to believe everyone would come
around eventually."

"It's because you're an optimist and have never met my step dad," Darcy
commented as he looked down the hall.  It was pretty quiet today, not like
the usual crazy busy place that we visit on weekends.  I showed him a
couple of rooms without entering, and he commented that they all seemed
pretty decent and large compared to what he thought they'd be like.  When
the dorms were designed there was the option of doing a ton of singles or
making them all doubles, but the consensus was that we'd do doubles as the
boys might like the experience of sharing.  On the third floor we'd made a
few singles just in case there was an issue that required it.  We arrived
in the lounge area to find three boys there.  Two were on the couch and one
was getting food.

"Hi guys.  This is Darcy.  Darcy, the guy in the kitchen is Landon.  The
two on the couch are Peter and Mike.  They're roommates here in the dorm.
Landon, are you living in the dorm now?"

"No.  I'm just getting food and hanging out with the guys.  We all have a
spare right now.

"We're not roommates anymore though," Peter revealed.  "Mike moved in with
Asher."

"I thought Asher was with Henry?"  I remarked.

"He was, but we did a big swap not that long ago.  You know how it goes.
You want a change of scenery sometimes."

"That just means he was tired of your worn-out sloppy ass," Landon laughed.

"How would you know what my ass is like?  You've never been in there,"
Peter replied.

"I would, but I forget to bring my board to tie to my ass so I don't fall
in," Landon said insulting his friend.  "Are you just visiting, Darcy?"

"Huh?"  Darcy replied as he listened to the boys.

"Visiting?  The badge?"

"Oh, right.  Yeah, Justin's showing me around."

"Darcy's in grade 10 at his other school so we thought he could check this
place out."

"You're 16?"  Peter asked.

"Yeah.  I know, I'm super small for my age," Darcy replied quietly looking
down embarrassed.

"No, I didn't mean it like that.  We're all 16.  Who cares how tall you
are, try growing up with my name," he said smirking.

"Peter?  What's wrong with that?"  Darcy asked.

"Nothing, except when your last name is Parker.  Try living that down."

"Try sharing a dorm with him.  Fucking spiderwebs everywhere.  Him stuck to
the ceiling staring down at you like he's a drone every night.  Getting
kicked in the teeth as he flies down the hall to get to class," Mike joked.

"See.  Try living with that all the time."

"What's your favorite subject?"  Landon asked Darcy.

"Math probably."

"Mine too.  Mike's a jock so his thing is sports. The highest he can count
is 21 and that's only when he's naked.  Peter loves chemistry.  Probably
working on a new tensile strength web."

"Only so I can use it to seal up your mouth," Peter replied.  "You sticking
around for a while, Darcy?"

He looked at me, so I responded.  "We're just about done with the tour for
today.  I wanted him to see the school and meet some decent guys."

"Cool.  Are you gay?"  Mike asked.

Darcy shrugged and then quietly responded.  "Not sure," he replied,
obviously not ready to tell he was.  "Just figuring things out as I go."

"I hear ya.  If you do decide to enroll here, make sure you live in the
dorms.  We have wicked parties and you could totally be my roommate.  I'd
help you figure out if you're gay or not."

Peter laughed.  "Yeah, one night with Mike and you'd never want to be gay.
Dude fucks ass like a chick."

"Chicks don't fuck ass," Mike replied.

"Exactly my point," Peter laughed.  "If you're here when school is over, we
usually have some fun in the showers afterward.  You guys should join us.
I'm pretty sure everyone would love to meet you."

"And by meet you, he means their meat, your buns," Landon grinned.

"Ummm, I couldn't stay that long," Darcy stammered slightly nervously.  "I
have karate tonight, so I probably have to get going soon."

"You're in karate?  Nice!  What level are you?"  Mike asked.

"Brown.  Going for black right away."

"Sweet.  You should totally come over and show us some moves.  I was
thinking of doing MMA.  You could show me some basics.  We could use the
gym.  I'm sure lots of guys would love to learn stuff."

"I'd be into that," Landon added.  "We could all hit the showers after
training."

Peter shook his head.  "One track mind much?  He just said he wasn't sure
he was gay or not.  Like he'd wanna see you naked."

Darcy looked at the three guys all interacting.  "You guys all have sex
with each other?"

"Not all the time," Peter replied.  "Just on weekdays and weekends.  I mean
Landon's not much good at other sex, but he gives a wicked blowjob."

"Fuck you Spiderman!  I'm awesome at sex.  Just because you're to skanked
out to appreciate it."

"It's like movie central around here," Mike said changing the subject.  "We
have Spiderman and the Karate Kid!"

"Not to mention Treasure Island," Landon added.

"Huh?"  Peter said looking at him as if he'd missed something.

"Me, in Treasure Island.  Long Dong Silver," he grinned.

"That's Long JOHN Silver, idiot!"  Mike corrected.

"Not in the reboot version where I play the lead," Landon chuckled as he
grabbed his crotch.

"Fuck, now there's a miscasting if I ever saw one.  I have a bigger dick
than you do.  You'd be better as the lead in Dumbo!"  We all laughed at
that one.

"Ummm, do you guys have a bathroom somewhere?  I need to take a pee," Darcy
asked.

"Sure.  I'll show you where it is.  I have to go too," Peter said as he
jumped up and took Darcy down the hall.

"I'm surprised you guys didn't come back here to have sex between classes,"
I commented to the two remaining guys.  "I've never been here when the
place was so quiet."

"Actually, that's exactly why we came back here," Mike confirmed.  "Landon
owed both of us a blowjob for helping him with his homework, so we thought
we'd collect, but then you guys arrived."

"Sorry to crash your fun, but don't let me stop you.  I'd be into
watching."

"What about your friend?"

"I think it would be good for him to see guys together with no hang-ups
about it.  I'm sure the look on his face would say it all if you two were
naked and going at it when he returned."

"Nice!"  Mike said as he pulled off his clothes quickly, with Landon right
behind him.  It started with Mike lying on the floor in front of the couch
so Landon could give him head, but quickly changed to a 69 thing between
them.  I heard Darcy and Peter returning and pretended I was so focused on
the boys that I never even heard them.

"Shit!  You guys got started without me?  Assholes," Peter said as he
quickly threw his clothes aside and got down behind Landon to eat his ass.
Darcy plopped down on the couch beside me staring at the live sex show.  I
turned to look at him.

"You and Peter have any fun together?"

"What?  No.  I just peed.  I don't think he really had to go as he watched
me.  I guess I looked at his when he said I had a nice penis," he admitted
quietly.

"You shoulda gone for it.  Peter's a pretty good lay."

"You had sex with him?"

"Sure, I've actually done all three."

"Is there anyone you HAVEN'T had sex with?" He said giving me a little
smile.

"Of course.  There's a couple guys in a small town just outside Winnipeg
that I haven't gotten to yet," I joked.  "I'll get to them next summer.
Speaking of that, here's your opportunity to join in with a group thing.
I'm sure they'd love it."

Darcy shook his head.  "I'm okay for now."

"Up to you, but at least you can see how easy it is to get laid."  I leaned
over to kiss him, and he jumped slightly, pulling away.  "Just focus on
me," I said quietly as I slowly pushed my hand up under his shirt to rub
his chest and tweak his nipples.  His whole body trembled as he stared at
the guys in front of him.  I could feel him trembling slightly.  "It's okay
to relax.  This is one place where you can just be yourself."  I leaned in
to whisper in his ear.  "Are the three guys making you horny?"

He nodded slowly.  I smiled as I rand my hand down his chest and grabbed
his crotch.  He jumped a mile before settling down.  He wasn't kidding.  He
was rock hard and I had a feeling if he hadn't just cum a short while ago,
he would have already had a puddle in his underwear.

Peter looked over and saw us interacting with each other and moved away
from the other two guys to get between Darcy's legs.  He quickly ran his
hands up the pants and stared at the bulge I was holding.  He lowered his
face down so I moved my hand to let him put his mouth around the outline.
"Mmmm, that feels nice.  How big is it?"

"I guess if you want to know that, you'll have to ask if you can see it," I
suggested.

Peter looked up at Darcy.  "May I?  See it."

Darcy looked at me for guidance, so I nodded.  He turned back to look down
at Darcy.  "Sure, if you want to," he said in a small voice as it cracked.

Peter grinned and went for the belt on the pants and made short work of
unbuckling it and getting the pants open.  He wasted no time pulling
Darcy's underwear down so he could fish out his cock and balls.  "Nice.
Really fucking nice.  You okay if I suck on it for a bit?"

"If you want to, I guess.  Sure," Darcy responded as his whole body tensed
up at the idea.  I just slid my hand back under his shirt and pushed it up
to expose his stomach while I fondled his nipples.  Peter ran his hands
over Darcy's abs as he moaned, then dropped his face onto the exposed
erection.  I could feel Darcy's nervousness at being the center of
attention.  He was almost frozen in place.  If he didn't know he was gay
going into this, he sure would when these guys were done with him.

Here's a life hack for those that are ever wondering if they're gonna be
lucky enough to have a gay son.  Give them a soother as babies and try to
get it away from them.  If they happily give it up, there's a 90% chance
they're straight.  If they scream and shriek like you've been beating them,
and don't go quiet again until the soother is put back in their mouth,
you've got a gay one.  That can be verified with thumb sucking as young
kids.  If it takes the jaws of life to get that thumb out, chances are
he'll be looking for something bigger later on.

"Dude, check it out," Landon said to Mike as they stopped blowing each
other.  They both moved up beside us so they could watch Peter blow Darcy.

"Take his pants the rest of the way off so he can open his legs more," Mike
suggested.  They both immediately went for the sides of Darcy's pants and
underwear and rapidly pulled them off.  Then Landon moved onto the couch
beside Darcy, and pulled his shirt off next to leave him completely naked.

Mike pulled Darcy's legs open and moved his hand to cup the balls. "You
getting close to shooting?  Your balls are super tight, dude."

"Yeah.  pretty close," Darcy said with a gasp as Landon leaned in to suck
the perky nipples.

My work here was done.  Darcy was now being welcomed to the dorms, as only
the Academy boys could.  If we're still here when the school gets out for
the day, this is going to turn into an all-night orgy.  Fortunately, when
you're dealing with horny teen boys, nothing lasts long.  Peter came first,
nutting himself all over the floor.  Darcy was next to go, unleashing what
he had left into Peter's mouth.  Landon and Mike cheered them on, but chose
not to finish themselves off.

"See, this place is fun, right?" Landon asked as he ran his hand over
Darcy's body.  Next time we can do it in the shower.  It'd be hot if we
could all fuck next time.  If anyone can help you figured out if you're
gay, it's us."

"We should get cleaned up before the next bell," Mike announced as he stood
up.  He and Landon said goodbye to Darcy, and took off for the bathroom
with their clothes in hand.

"That was hot," Peter exclaimed sitting back on his legs as he kept rubbing
Darcy's leg gently.

"You should come back on the weekend, Darcy.  If you don't wanna do stuff
with lots of other guys, you and me could hang out in my room if you want.
I know you said you're not sure if you're gay, but if you wanna try
fucking, I'd be happy to teach you.  No strings attached.  Just to help you
know what you like and don't like."

"Thanks.  I'll have to think about it, but today was fun.  That's for
sure."

"Hey, even if you're not totally into guys, we're serious about wanting to
learn karate if you wanna show us stuff.  Weekends are the best as everyone
is here.  Catch you soon, I hope," he said as he got up and headed off
after his friends.

"You want to go take a shower or are you okay?"  I asked looking at Darcy
as I pulled him against me.  He looked stunned. "If you're still horny, I
could give you a nice fuck right here on the couch.  I'd hate to take you
home still in need."

"I don't think I'd wanna do that here in case anyone else came in.  Plus, I
don't want to be late getting home," he replied.

We got dressed and made our way out, stopping only to return his visitor
pass in the office.  As soon we were in the car, he turned to look at me
before starting it.  I spoke first.

"Sorry if I went to far back there.  I just thought you'd enjoy trying
something new, and those guys obviously liked you."

He stared at me for a second and then leaned over to hug me.  "I was
nervous enough when you kissed me, and Peter dropped his face onto my lap,
but I really thought I was going to have one of my panic attacks when the
other two joined in and stripped me.  I thought they were all gonna want to
fuck me.  Do you think I did okay, though?" he asked looking for approval.

"You were great.  I mean those guys really like you.  Peter couldn't wait
to go down on you, and Landon was all over you, so you must have done
something right," I grinned.  "I'm sure they would have fucked you if you'd
asked.  I have a feeling Reagan, who you met in health class, might be
upset if he learns that you had sex with them and not him."

"Oh, god.  I never thought of that.  He'll hate me."

"No.  He'll just be upset that he wasn't there while it happened.  I mean
he liked you too."

"I thought I was gonna have a heart attack at first, but once it got going,
it was like boom...my mind was blown."

"So THAT's where you keep your mind," I teased.

"There was so much happening at once that I couldn't focus."

I grinned at him.  "I'm so fucking proud of you for everything you did
today.  I think I proved a point though, didn't I?"

"What point?"  He asked sitting back in the driver's seat.

"That you can have normal friends that aren't like those assholes at your
school."

"At least horny gay friends," he smirked.

"Like I said...normal friends."

"Can I ask you something?"

I nodded.

"Did you bring me here to introduce me to all the gay guys because you
don't want to be friends any more?"

"Where did that come from?  I brought you here to show you that this
opinion you have of yourself wasn't real.  You made four new friends in a
couple hours."

"Yeah, by showing them my dick and having sex."

"That's how gay guys introduce themselves," I joked.  I think it was a
joke.  "But just think.  If you made friends that easy taking your clothes
off, and being as nervous as you were, think how easy it would be to make
other friends by keeping your clothes on.  You just have to get over this
inferiority complex.  You are a wicked awesome guy and as soon as you show
people that, you'll have friends coming out of your ass."  He looked at me
with a stupid smirk.  "Okay bad choice of words.  You'll have tons of
friends cumming IN your ass."

He gave a small snicker.

"Dude, as for us being friends.  I'll be your friend for as long as you
want me.  Although I have a feeling that once you start hanging with guys
like the ones at the Academy, you'll forget about me pretty quickly."

"Never.  I almost wish I didn't have to go to karate tonight.  I'd rather
go back to your place and spend the night with you."

I laughed.  "Oh sure.  NOW you want a dicking...AFTER we've put our clothes
on.  You're such a cock tease."

"Sorry.  I was nervous that someone might come in and catch us.  I really
do like it when we have sex, but mainly in private...for now."

"Sounds like I've created another sex addict.  You and Blake can form a
therapy group."

"Will you be our therapist?"  Darcy joked.

"Only if you both lie on the couch together," I replied.  "That's all
that's left now as part of our deal."

"What is?"

"Telling Blake you're gay."

"I might need more time on that one.  He's still my only real friend, and I
like him too much to risk losing him."

"Like you saw today, lots of people will want to be your friend, and Blake
is more accepting than any guy you've ever met.  I think it'd be good for
you."

"I'll think about it," he said as he drove himself back home.  He gave me a
quick hug before getting out of the car.  That was quite the day out for a
kid that only a short while ago was having panic attacks and feeling so
lonely he almost wanted to give up.

I got home feeling pretty good at helping my first real therapy patient.  I
think my goal for my practice should be to get that gay number up from 10%
to 15%.  That'd be a good target to know that I'm succeeding in helping
people.  I parked the car and strolled into the house, where I found Blake
and Ben in the kitchen together.  Blake was shirtless, but wearing
sunglasses.

"Hey guys," I said as I joined them.  "Trying out a new look?"

"Sort of," Blake replied as Ben just smirked and looked down at the
counter.

"Should I ask why you're wearing sunglasses in the house?"

"Probably not," Blake replied.

"How about you remove them?"  I said anyway.

He slowly pulled the glasses off to reveal that he was now sporting a black
eye.  It went well with his short hair, ear and nipple piercings.  He was
becoming quite the little bad ass.

"What happened?"

"I got sucker punched.  Nothing serious.  Oh, and I'm in an emoji war, and
I'm LOSING!"

I wasn't sure what to deal with first.  I hoped the emoji war, which
sounded serious, wasn't what got him the black eye.  I'm not even sure how
you'd do that.  "Who sucker punched you, and why?"

"A kid in gym class.  The teacher is making all of us take showers after
class now, as he said we're too old to be going to class stinking of b.o.
When we were in the locker room, one kid said to me that he wasn't going to
get naked and shower with a fag looking at his junk.  I told him that was
up to him, but I didn't even know any fags in our class.  That's when he
told me he meant me."

"I hope you didn't hit him," I said concerned.

"No, of course not.  I don't care what he thinks.  I mean everyone else was
pretty much already headed for the showers at that point anyway.  I just
shook my head and said I wouldn't look at his junk even if I were gay."

"Good response.  Then what?"

"I told him not to worry, he could use his stink as a better excuse for not
getting girls anyway.  He asked what I meant by that, so I told him it was
better than admitting he had a penis so tiny that it looked like a
vagina. That's when he sucker punched me."

"Are you okay?"

"Sure.  Of course.  Any ideas on how you respond to backpack, comet, and
circus tent?"

Oh, we've move to the emoji war.  Whatever that is.  "Dude.  Easy.  Boxing
glove, pretzel, squirrel."  I have no idea, but like it matters.

"Nice!!" He beamed as he put his glasses back on and texted.

"Now back to the guy who hit you.  Did you hit him back?"

"Not at first.  I figured he has to live with a small penis, but my eye
will heal.  Then he tried coming at me again, so I had to respond."

"You didn't kill him, right?"

"Nah.  Nothing that severe Dad.  I wasn't gonna get sucker punched again,
so I took his feet out from under him and he went down hard and hit his
head on the concrete floor.  I think he was a bit stunned as he just lay
there.  I figured that was enough so I could have a shower without him
attacking me."

"He was okay though?"

"I think so.  He was awake and stuff.  I was gonna yank his gym shorts off
and show the guys I wasn't kidding about his tiny dick, but I figured that
would be like I was bullying him more than he bullied me, so I didn't do
that.  One guy suggested we all pee on him while he was down, but that
seemed too mean.  Plus, my pee smells better than he does anyway.  No need
to help him more than I need to."

"You didn't just leave him there on the floor, did you?"  I asked concerned
in case he'd gotten some sort of a concussion that we'd had to deal with,
or a brain bleed in his subdural hematoma.  I'm pretty sure that's a thing.
I watch plenty of medical dramas.

"God no, Dad.  Once I finished my shower, he was sitting up pretty mad, but
when he saw everyone laughing at him, he just stomped off.  But just in
case some kid snitches, you should be ready for a call from the principal.
I don't think you'd need to worry about that `cause everyone knows that
snitches get stitches, but I figured you would want info in case you get a
call."

I stood there trying to process what to say.  Personally, I thought he
handled it really well, but I think this is one of those parent moments
where you're supposed to say something profound and encouraging.  "Did the
kid really have a dick that tiny?"

"I dunno Dad, but it's usually a good thing to say to embarrass a kid.  I
mean they used to do it to me, until I showed them it was fake news.  Now
no one says I have a small one, as it only embarrasses them when I show
it."

"Did you put ice on your eye after it happened?"

"Yeah, kinda.  I got a cold pop from the vending machine and used that.
They didn't have bags of ice or frozen peas or anything, so I thought that
might be good.  I'll use some concealer to hide the eye tomorrow morning.
I think J.P. has some in his bathroom."

"Well, I don't disapprove of you defending yourself, but you have to be
careful not to over react.  I think you probably handled that about right.
Walked away the first time, but responded at the second attack."

"Yeah, I made sure he wasn't bleeding or anything and he was up and walking
around afterward, so he's probably just gonna have a headache.  Can't let a
guy like that have bragging rights that he gay hated someone.  Not cool."

"Agreed.  Just be careful in the future.  With your karate knowledge, you
could use different methods to avoid hurting someone and still embarrass
them sufficiently."

"True.  Okay.  I'll keep that in mind."

"Do you need a Motrin or anything for the eye?"

"No, I took one when I got home.  I'll just keep a cold cloth on it all
night and by morning I'll look pretty sic anyway.  Not sick like cough
fever sick, but sic as in badass cool sic."

"Got it."

He headed up to his room but came down for dinner where he made a point of
retelling the story a few times that night.  Each time it changed slightly,
depending on who he was telling.  To Colin it was a more subdued tale,
whereas to Troy it seemed much grander in scale.  I guess you downplay it
for sympathy from a parent, but build it up to sound tough with a brother
or peer.

"Oh by the way, your emoji's didn't help.  As soon as I texted boxing
glove, pretzel, squirrel; he sent back anvil, chainsaw, police car."

"Dude!  You got burned bad," Ben said quickly.  "What did he send first?"

"Backpack, comet, and circus tent."

"And you replied with boxing glove, pretzel, squirrel?"  Troy asked.
"Where you still affected from the punch to the head?"

"No.  Got bad advice from an old guy," he said glaring at me.

"I'll say.  You shoulda gone with flashlight, magnet, and glass of wine."

"Oh shit!  That would have hundo p."

"Okay, I'm lost," I said looking at them speaking a language that was
harder than Klingon in my opinion.  ('ej 'e' QIp Duj'e').  Thankfully Bing
has a Klingon to English translator.  Not sure if they have Emoji to
English though.

"OMG! Dad!!  He sends backpack, and you reply with flashlight to look in
the backpack.  He sent comet, so you send magnet to drag the comet off
course.  Then the circus tent..."

"I got it.  You send glass of wine to get drunk before you go to the
circus.  Nailed it!!"  I said sitting back proudly.

"No, but close.  You send wine because EVERYBODY would rather drink wine
than go to the circus," Ben said shaking his head as if I were an idiot.

"Yeah, but when I sent boxing glove, pretzel, squirrel, he sent anvil to
block the boxing glove, chainsaw to cut the pretzel, and police car to run
over the squirrel and get away before anyone saw," Blake said clarifying.

"So send him back a bomb, stick of dynamite and some c4.  Blow all his shit
up."

"God!  You can't do that!!  Boy you don't get it at all!"  He said shaking
his head.  Well, that's actually the first thing he's said that I do get.
He snapped his fingers and started typing.  "Potted flower to put on his
anvil, raincloud to rust his chainsaw, and shovel for the road kill.  Boo
yeah!!  Bye Felicia!!"

"That's who you're sending emoji's to?  A girl named Felicia?"  Colin
asked.

The guys laughed and I just kept quiet.  I'm guessing we're out of the loop
on that one too.

"That last one was tope dude!"  Ben said nodding his approval.

"Yeah, totally tope," I said to him.  I'm so gonna look up what tope is
just so I know I used it right.  "I think I'll stick to just regular
insults though."

"Good idea, Harold!"

I changed the subject while I was still ahead, and by bedtime Blake was
playing the kid card again by asking if he could sleep with us.  Something
about he might have a concussion and that he should be close so we could
check on him.  He's such a suck up.  If he were seriously injured and died
from a concussion in the middle of the night, it'd be better to do that in
his own bed, or I'd have nightmares for years thinking about someone dying
in my bed.  Big yikes!

He had a nice shiner in the morning, but said it didn't hurt.  I offered to
help him cover it with the concealer, but once he took a look at himself in
the mirror, he figured it just made him look hotter.  I wasn't sure about
that, but then I still miss the long curly blond hair that made him so
adorable.  If he comes home with cheek scars and dripping blood looking
like a zombie just to be even cooler, we're gonna have to have a talk.

Time was marching along quickly, and I didn't have long left at University
before I'd be `Dr. Masters, Curer of the Crazies.'  Nate was pretty sure
that wouldn't be a good title for our office door.  I dunno.  It has a nice
ring to it.  I headed over to University after dropping Blake at school.
It was one of those rare days where having your parent drop you off was
okay, despite every other kid at school being dropped off the same way.  I
guess they accept it if you just slow down and let them jump out, but it's
not cool if you tell them you love them and give them a hug and kiss in
front of all their friends.  I'll save that for when he has a girlfriend or
boyfriend around.  Maximum embarrassment is best in those situations.  That
is only topped off with yelling `I put some clean underwear in your
backpack for after gym class, honey!'

I was in class seated next to Nate as we waited for the class to begin.
"Did you get your assignment done?"  I asked.

"Yeah.  Barely.  I'm glad we're pushing through hard this semester but it's
a ton of work.  I almost don't have time for anything else.  I'm eating,
breathing and sleeping school.  I think I'm so focused on our classes that
I may have asked MYSELF how I felt about it one morning when I woke up."

I laughed.  "I know how you feel.  It's cut down my sex to less than four
times a week."

"Poor you," Nate said sarcastically.  "I don't even have a sex life right
now.  Speaking of that, I have a new neighbour that you'd like."

"Oh?"  I asked intrigued and quickly focused.

"Down boy.  Before you whip your dick out, he's straight."

"Then why tell me about him?"

"Because I think he's someone you'd like to meet.  We've been getting to
know each other and he's been telling me how to make some extra money.
Have you ever watched live cam shows?"

"Fuck yeah!  Uhhh, I mean...no.  What's that?"  I smirked.  "Sure.  They
get boring after a while though.  You see guys on there who obviously
aren't into it.  They ask for something stupid like 500 tokens to take off
their shirt and it takes hours to get them there.  If I want to see that, I
go to the beach for free.  I mean buying 500 tokens costs like 40 bucks in
American dollars or something, and the models only get 25 of it.  For 25
bucks, they could go get a blowjob somewhere and be done in less than 10
minutes...5 minutes for a straight boy...no offense.  Seems like the only
one making money is the cam site."

"That's what I heard," Nate replied.

"Why?  You thinking of becoming a model or something?  I mean you hang
around naked in your house anyway, you could make some money at it, or if
you have five minutes, I've got 25 bucks in one of my pockets..." I teased
as I patted my pants.

He laughed.  "No.  My neighbour was just telling me about it.  From the way
he talks, I think he's done a few shows.  So I figured maybe you'd know
stuff that could help him make more."

"I might.  Is he cute?"

"From my perspective, he's a good-looking guy.  I don't think you'd be
unhappy to see one of his shows if he was okay with it.  Sounded like he
has the same complaint that you said.  It takes forever to make like a
couple hundred bucks."

"Yeah, unless they're something really unique, straight guys are usually
pretty reserved on camera, especially when they know they're playing to 95%
guys.  They're not as into it as the gay guys who are having fun."

"I can see that.  I know I would be if I were doing it."

"Biggest mistake I see some of them make is that they sit there staring at
the camera, maybe typing a few replies every now and then, but not doing
anything except waiting for tips.  Or the one that really pisses me off is
that they focus on their phones and ignore the screen, hoping that someone
is going to tip just because they're showing their face.  If your friend
gets naked, that will help him make money faster than those that don't."

"Yeah, he said being naked does speed up the tips he gets."

"Have you watched him on cam?"

Nate laughed.  "No.  Gross.  His biggest complaint is that he gets doing
something and has lots of watchers, but hardly anyone tips, then some other
cam does like a live sex show, and everyone leaves to go watch it and tip
them instead."

"Well, no offense to your new friend, but that's what the guys are there
for.  The hornier you make them, the more they tip to see action.  I
watched this one show where the gay guy had two straight friends over and
convinced them both to get naked.  He sucked them off and had them play
with each other.  Then he talked them into doing a sex show for everyone.
I have no idea if they were real or not, but they did such a good job
making people believe what they were selling, that they were getting tips
in the thousands.  They did a ticket show at the end, and I've never seen
so many people sign up for it.  Even I had to see if they'd actually do it,
so I tipped and watched.  The gay guy let the two straight boys fuck him,
before he did them, and then they did each other.  I think I came like
three times.  I believed that they'd never had sex together before, which
made it even hotter."

"How much did they make?"  Nate inquired.

"I dunno for sure.  I lost count around 15,000 tips which I think is like
$750 US.  God knows what they made in small amounts as they progressed, but
it took like four hours to get there.  It helped that they had a good
moderator pushing the guys to tip and direct the action.  It allowed the
guys to focus on themselves and how they interacted with each other."

"Casey mentioned about moderators.  He said they keep the spam and rude
guys off their channel and help a lot."

"That's his name?  Casey?"

"Yep."

"How old is he?"

"20.  He looks a lot younger, so his profile says he's 18.  He even got me
to become verified with him in case I wanted to sit on screen with him
sometimes."

"Now that would be hot.  Watching two straight boys stare at a camera while
waiting to see if they'd take shirts off next to each other," I said
sarcastically.  "Have you seen him naked yet?"

"No.  He only just told me about it a couple days ago and got me to send in
my I.D. for verification."

"Are you thinking of doing a cam show together?  I'd pay to watch you fuck
each other."

"I dunno.  I might be okay being naked on camera, but I sure wouldn't have
sex with another guy on it.  Me and another straight guy getting naked side
by side so other guys could watch us jerk off.  Seems creepy."

"Dude, you hang out naked with friends all the time.  Do a cam show where
you're doing normal things together and just have the camera on.  Like
workout, or make dinner.  Some shit like that.  Occasionally bumping into
each other or doing something stupid like slapping ass to leave a hand
print, or wiping spaghetti sauce on his dick."

"Not sure that would be much of a show with two straight guys."

"It would be if they had a gay guy directing them, convincing you to do
things."

"And by gay guy, do you mean you?"  He said staring at me trying to be cute
about it.

"If you're asking, and you put out...maybe," I said sticking my tongue out
slightly.

"You should come over and meet Casey.  He's a struggling student, just like
me, so I'm sure he'd appreciate hearing how he could make more money doing
a show."

"Maybe I could just have him hang out naked with us, toss him a couple
hundred before I took his virginity on your coffee table while you
watched."

"Are you TRYING to make me puke?  I eat on that table," He laughed.

"That's what I'd be doing.  So, it's all good?"

"How about you just give him some suggestions for shows from a gay guy's
point of view?  He might appreciate that."

"As opposed to a couple hours of sex with an expert?  He really is
straight!"  I said licking my lips. "It's actually all about how you get
your viewers excited for the upcoming actions.  I saw two guys put a menu
up that said they would do a private fuck show for 2500 tips.  That's like
a cost of $200 US to watch them fuck.  For that price I'd want to be in the
show with them.  They got no takers and bitched about no one tipping.  They
ended up leaving because no one was interested.  Bitchy doesn't get
viewers.  The two straight boys with a gay guy building up the fun for them
had thousands of people watching them, all tipping small amounts to clear
the board or give suggestions.  They made a ton of money."

"See that's what Casey needs.  Ideas like that.  You should come over after
class today and meet him."

"I'd be cool with that.  We can do our assignment afterward."  Finally, my
expertise as a porn viewer and connoisseur of penis, peni?, was paying off.
People were asking for my advice.  Just another thing to add to my business
card.  At this rate my business card will be the size of those old phone
book things I've heard about.  I had trouble concentrating on class as my
mind was working out all the ideas for Casey's webcam show.  I needed to
learn his screen name so I could watch.  To make sure I gave him some
pointers, of course.  Not to perv on him you understand.  Why does no one
believe me when I say that?

I might have broken a few speed limits, run a few red lights and a couple
stop signs to get back to Nate's place, but traffic was light.  Well, light
for rush hour.  Anyway, red lights are just suggestions, it's not like you
actually need to sit there for the whole thing.  If you've seen one, you've
seen them all, I always say.  Really the only reason you slow down for them
is to check for traffic light cameras.

After setting up our homework on the coffee table, I half expected Nate to
get naked, as he always did, and get us something to drink, but he didn't.
He texted Casey instead.  "He'll be down in a couple minutes," Nate told me
as we sat on the couch looking through our assignments for the week.
Another paper on how to cure people's brain farts.  I'm only learning
psychology to be able to use Jedi mind shit on people.  `These are not the
gender you are looking for...'  A knock at the door snapped me out of my
thought process and back to reality.  Nate jumped up and went to let his
new friend in.  He wasn't kidding, the guy was totally my type.  Except for
the whole straight thing, which usually can be cured by medications, or a
twenty sixer of vodka.

"Casey, this is Justin.  Justin, Casey."  Casey was about the same height
and build as me, with long straight brown hair that fell partially over his
face and came down just over his ears.  He had an angular jaw with very
smooth facial features.  He was definitely a very pretty guy.  Maybe
femininely handsome is more accurate if he's a straight boy.  He had brown
eyes, but they seemed to pull you right in as he smiled.  I could see him
being very popular on cam with the right show.  I hadn't seen the rest of
him yet, but if his body was half as good as his face, I was ready to tip
to get right to the naked part.  I was already working up fantasies in my
head of what to do with him, and believe me I can fantasize a lot of kinky
shit.

"Nice to meet you.  You go to Uni with Nate, huh?"

"Yeah, we're both studying to be psychologists and we're planning on
setting up a practice together.  Come sit on the couch and tell me how you
feel about that," I teased.

He laughed.  "He's talked about you before.  He said you might know
something about how to make money doing webcam shows."

"He said that huh?"  I grinned looking at Nate.  I guess he'd set this up
ahead of time and used his own Jedi mind trick to get me involved.  Not
that I'd need much tricking.  "I've watched one or two guys on cam, and
being gay, I know what works to get me to tip."  I left out the fact that
one or two meant one or two hundred.

"Cool.  That's what I need to know.  Some days I can make a couple hundred,
but usually it takes hours and sometimes I don't even make that."

"One of the best things is to make the tip menu, or the game your playing,
affordable.  Give something of value to keep everyone's interest and
interact with comments you receive.  It makes the viewer feel connected to
you."

"I try, but guys get so bitchy on it.  I can't believe how many guys come
into the chat room and start demanding to see my cock or to take my clothes
off as their first greeting.  The worst is when some guys insults you to
try and get you to do what he wants.  I hate that type."

"Welcome to the world of camming.  Ignore those assholes.  Usually those
are the ones that don't tip anyway, and you don't need them as part of your
show.  I mean if your tip menu says what it'll take to see you naked, point
them to that.  If it doesn't, then just remind them that they must tip to
make a request.  That's what a moderator can do for you.  They steer guys
back to the show and remind them that tipping gets result, not bitching.
The more unique and entertaining you are, the more guys will interact.
Have sound and respond by talking rather than always by typing.  Let the
mods do the typing and directing.  They're pretty good at keeping you on
track and holding you accountable to do what the guys are tipping for."

"Some days are better than others for tips."

"True.  I find that guys that interact with the people in their room do way
better.  I've seen guys just lying on their bed with a tip menu that says
naked @750.  Four hours later, they're still dressed.  Boring.  Who wants
to watch a guy just lie there?  The other pet peeve is guys that offer
something then don't give you value for it.  Like take shorts off at 500,
and 2 hours later they get there, take them off and you find they have
underwear on and you start all over again.  Others have more realistic
goals.  Like show feet 20, lift shirt and show chest 30, flash cock for 50,
or get hard for 75.  Show butt or have them tip 25 to change underwear on
cam.  They get a little peek and it gets them excited to see more.  Little
teasing items towards the main goal are always better.  Or play that roll
the dice thing, or clear the board, and give them some real prizes.  Like
jerk off for five minutes, or put a butt plug in for 10 minutes.  Things
that'll make you seem very sexual to them."

"Yeah, I can see that.  I don't have a butt plug though.  Not sure I could
put something in my butt."

I went to respond, but just got elbowed by Nate as a warning.  Do you think
he's gotten to know me that well over the past couple years?  "That's why
you make an Amazon wish list as part of your room.  You add things that the
guys can buy for you, and when you get something, use it on camera to show
your appreciation.  The guy who bought it will likely buy you more things.
Jock straps, singlet, designer underwear, butt plugs, or even dildos that
you think you could handle.  I've seen guys get new cameras & microphones
for better HD shows.  Anything to make your show more fun and interactive."

"What do you like the most?"  Casey asked as he sat in the chair opposite
Nate and me.

"I like it when the guy on the cam lives next door and comes over to play
in person, but that's just me," I teased.  "Joking.  I like it when two
guys are in the room, and one seems nervous or reluctant, but his friend
convinces him to do things based on the tips.  I was telling Nate I saw two
straight boys being directed by a gay guy and they made hundreds of
dollars.  I've never seen a hotter show and from the money they made,
neither had anyone else.  They still kept tips going during the show as
guys suggested who should do what.  I still get hard thinking about it."

"And the guys were straight?"

"They said they were, but you never know for sure.  The gay guy joined in
with them, making it even wilder as he seemed to really get them going.
But the fantasy worked, and they made way more than the guy who lay on his
bed waiting for tips to come in while he played a video game on his phone;
or the ones who sit at their screen just jerking off below the camera and
don't let you see anything.  At least you've started out the right way and
got naked to build some interest."

"Yeah, that always seems to help, but if I'm naked aren't the guys getting
the show for free that way?"

"Yeah, but that's why you do it as a reward for tipping.  Don't get naked
and stay naked while you jerk off, or tips will end fast.  Flash cock or
ass could be 30 tokens, but naked for five minutes could be 75.  Or get
hard for two minutes.  Jerk off for five minutes and lick precum for 150.
Time limits.  Or if you're doing a show with someone, do something to build
the excitement.  My shirt off 20, strip friend's shirt off 25.  Lick his
nipple, kiss, touch his cock.  Anything to make sure you keep them tipping
and move the show forward.  Even your goals should be in smaller
increments.  Don't just put fuck at 10,000.  No one will stick around for
it, unless you're already at 9,500."

"I think I get it.  I'm guessing that a solo show wouldn't get as much
money as two guys together though, right?

"Probably not, but also wouldn't have to share with the other guy, so
making less isn't bad."

"I never know how much of a goal to set up."

One guy I was talking to said he figures out how much he could get at a job
and goes from there.  Like if you make $15 an hour and work a part time job
for 4 hours after classes, you'd make $60 before taxes, so let's say 50
bucks.  On the webcam, you calculate that by multiplying by 20 and boom
you'd need 1000 tokens in four hours.  Anything more than that would be a
bonus over what you could make on a job.  On a weekend you may need 2000
tokens to make the same as an 8 hour job.  It works out to more than that
as they pay in American dollars, but if you don't convert, it ends up as a
nice surprise when you get the money."

"That seems simple.  I'm sure I could get a thousand tokens.  I mean it
takes a while, but once I'm naked it helps.  Any suggestions on things I
should do other than just jerk off?  I'm sure that gets boring after
they've seen you do it a few times."

"Depends on what your show is like.  I figure if you're gonna stay naked,
then have your tip menu do something interesting.  Like tip for jumping in
the shower and soaping up, or cook a meal, or offer a tip option of
spraying whipped cream on yourself.  Let the guy tipping tell you where to
spray it and then wipe it off and lick your finger clean.  Write the name
of the guy on your body for a tip.  Stir your drink with your dick, or push
a carrot at your ass and get them to tip to see you take it.  Anything that
shows you're not a usual cam show."

"You should be my producer," Casey laughed.

"Be careful.  I'd have you having sex with Nate by the time it was over," I
warned.

"Why me?  You're the gay guy," Nate said smiling.

"Yeah but what fun is that for the viewer?  Two straight boys fumbling with
sex.  Hell, I'd pay to see that comedy act."

"I dunno if I could go that far."

"No need to do it on the first show.  Build up to it one show at a time.
That also gets guys to follow you as you tease them about maybe doing it
one day.  Set up a Twitter account in your screen name, and have it on your
profile.  That way you can tweet out when you're going to be live, and
they'll log in and launch you onto the first page.  Also send out teaser
pics.  You in new underwear that someone sent you, or a pic of you with
shaving cream, getting ready for the show.  Or hold up a carrot and a
cucumber, and suggest that one of them might be in the show and get them to
vote on which one.  The more guys interact with you, the better the tips
and fan base."

"I'm not sure how far I'd want to go though.  I'd be so nervous doing on
screen sex.  It's tough enough doing it in real life, I'm not sure I could
handle the criticism if I did it wrong on camera."

"Maybe say you're gonna let someone blow you at the goal.  When you reach
it, let it happen.  Not like you have to go right for fucking on day one.
No one would criticize that."

Nate tried to help with his own suggestions. "Maybe even say you've never
had sex of any kind, and that you're trying other things first before you
do it.  Ask what they'd like to see you do and get them to tip to vote."

"He's not kidding about that.  God, you'd break the internet.  Tweet it
out, build up a fan base, do things to prepare to get guys eager to see you
do things they voted for and you'll kill it."

"You're good at this." Casey grinned.

"Only in that I know what I like to see, and what seems to get guys really
tipping."

"Do you ever go on camera?"  Casey asked.

"No, but I would if I were careful.  I have two identical brothers, so if I
went online, there'd be no way to tell us apart.  One of my brothers is an
actor, so it wouldn't be fair.  I'd totally do it if I had my face and
tattoo hidden."

"You should.  You know tons about this stuff, so you'd probably make some
good money doing it."

"Justin doesn't need money," Nate laughed.  "He'd probably do it for free."

"I would," I laughed.  "I'd totally do it to help another guy make money,
that's for sure.  I'd even volunteer to help him lose his virginity.  We
may have to practice off camera several times first though," I said licking
my lips playfully.

"How do you practice losing your virginity?"  He said frowning slightly.

"I could show you, but Nate might not like us using his bed unless he was
invited," I said trying to sound serious.

"Nate wouldn't like you using his bed...period," Nate said definitively.

"Oh yeah?"  I said getting out some money.  "Ten bucks.  You and me, right
now," I said waving a bill at him.

He laughed.  "Ten bucks doesn't even allow you to look into my sexy eyes."

"I'll give you ten bucks to NEVER say that again," I laughed.  "Okay 20
bucks to get naked.  Either of you."

"Are you serious?" Casey asked.

"Yeah, are you serious?"  Nate asked.  "I'm naked at home all the time."

"True.  I guess you should be paying me to endure looking at that."

"Bitch," he laughed.

"Just remember, Casey, it's a show.  What you tell the guys, and what the
truth is, doesn't have to be real.  You might not be able to do anything
except be on camera by yourself, but you wouldn't know that until you try
different things.  I've heard some guys plan a whole show, and do it almost
like they're staging a play.  They do rehearsals off camera before the live
performance.  If they find they can't do something, they change it up, or
at the very least they don't have a complete freak out on camera when guys
have paid to see something happen."

"That actually makes sense.  I guess they'd have to give the money back if
that happened huh?"

"I don't think it works like that, but you sure wouldn't be very popular on
your next broadcast, and reputation is everything on these sites."

"Would you ever have sex on cam?"  Casey asked as he paid attention to my
ideas.

"If I kept my face & tattoo hidden, definitely," I said pushing up my shirt
sleeve to reveal my arm band tattoo.  "I guess it would be easy to cover
that no problem.  Of course, I doubt some newbie would want me to fuck him
on camera.  I'm pretty big and he'd look like a wimp if he couldn't take
me."

"How big is big?  If that's not too personal a question," Casey asked.

Nate smiled.  "Trust me, he's big."

"You've seen it?"

"We've hung out naked a lot.  He has a pool at his place and we suntan in
his back yard."

"That would be a good cam show.  Swimming and tanning outside," Casey said.

"Come over anytime," I suggested.  "Maybe make some videos of yourself and
put them up for sale on your Twitter feed, or on the cam site.  The only
trouble with that is you never get the full value of the tokens paid.  It's
always better if you can get them to pay you directly.  That way you sell a
video for 10 or 15 bucks and you get the whole thing, and maybe sell
hundreds of them.  You should get a friend to run your camera for you
during your show.  That way he can move it around to get the best shot and
you can just focus on talking and acting."

He laughed.  "I'm not sure I have the type of friends that would be into
that.  I block the region from my show so people around here don't see me.
I thought maybe I could do a private show or something."

"Those suck.  You might make some money letting some guys watch you do
something in private that you don't really want to do in front of everyone,
but by the time you return to the main show, you've lost most of your
viewers who go on to other cams.  You spend hours building it up and in
seconds you lose them all.  Not sure that's the way to go.  One thing is to
make sure you have the DMCA logo on your screen.  That way if anyone posts
shit online, you can quickly get it removed."

Yeah, I do that already."

"I still say you and Nate should do a show together," I grinned.  "Text me
and I'll be there to tip.  Oh, wait...I'd be regionally blocked.  Fine,
I'll come over and sit behind the camera to throw tips at you.  If you do a
show where you lose your virginity, make sure you give me some notice so I
can go to the bank to get money.

"I'm not a virgin," he said defensively, like every boy over 13, regardless
of their actual status.

"Nice to know, but I was referring to your on cam, boy on boy virginity.
I'll also need popcorn and some tissues.  You'd have to ignore me jerking
off and throwing twenties at you the whole time though."

"Twenties?"  He asked looking surprised.

"Fine, hundreds, but five hundred bucks is my limit.  20's would just make
it last longer," I laughed.

Casey just laughed.  "Like someone would pay 500 bucks to see that."

"You'd be surprised.  It's kind of the forbidden fruit thing that turns a
lot of guys on."

"Ummm, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Oh, here we go," Nate said shaking his head.

"What?" Casey frowned.  "I was just gonna ask Justin if he'd ever done a
straight boy?"

"Many many straight boys.  Who knows how to have sex with a guy better than
another guy?"

Nate looked at Casey.  "It's true what they say, Cops have the best weed,
and gay guys give the best blowjobs."

"What about gay cops?"  I chuckled.  "That might be a fun night out."

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want, but have you two done stuff
together?"  Casey asked slightly confused.  Nate looked at me and I gave
him a nod to tell if he wanted to.

"I like to hang out naked.  Justin wouldn't concentrate on our homework as
he kept staring at my dick, so I suggested he should just give me head so
we could get back to studying."

"And the rest as they say...is history," I grinned.

"How was it...getting a blowjob from a guy, I mean?"  Casey asked.

"Yeah, Nate...How was it?  Remember, our friendship is on the line here," I
joked.

"It was by far the best blowjob I've ever had!"

"Friendship...still intact."

"From a guy..." he added, then lowered his voice to whisper at Casey.  "I
mean it wasn't, but you know how sensitive gay guys are.  You have to
stroke their egos."

"You're gonna stroke my what?"  I teased.  "How did you know I named him
Ego?"

"I've had guys asking where I was located, and suggested they'd love to
come over and tip to blow me.  I always thought it was the other way
around.  They pay to get a blowjob."

"I'm sure lots of guys would pay to blow a straight boy.  Especially one
who's never gotten one before.  I mean if you have 9 inches, you might get
more interest than if you have 4 inches."

"How much would they pay?" He asked.

"It's seven bucks an inch," I said quickly, trying to look serious.

"Really?"

"No, I'm joking.  I have no idea.  I think it's all about how badly they
want you."

"Ummm, okay."

"How did the guys react on your show when they finally saw you naked?"

"Mostly positive.  Most said I looked pretty hot, so I kinda liked that.
Made me want to do more for them.  Others, mostly guys that weren't
tipping, were assholes and said I should do more than show my dick, and
kept demanding I do other stuff to be interesting.  I didn't enjoy that
very much."

"That's usually the way it works.  I say ignore, or even block those
assholes.  Not like they tip, so you're not losing anything.  When's your
next show?  Maybe I could help you set it up."

"I was thinking of going online later tonight for a bit.  Even if I only
make 20 bucks, it's better than nothing."

"I'm sure we could get you a lot more than that.  Hell, you could make 20
bucks just sitting here naked with us. I'd have to give Nate 20 bucks to
keep his clothes ON though.  No one needs to see that."

Nate just gave me the finger while pretending to ignore me.

"You should go get your laptop and camera and we could set up here while
Nate and I are doing homework.  I could mod for you and give you some
pointers."

"Really?  You'd be willing to do that?"

"If you're gonna get naked, Justin would do anything," Nate joked.

"Not sure I'd be able to get naked with you guys in the room.  I've only
ever done a cam show in my room by myself."

"You don't have to get naked.  Maybe just try a show with us around and see
how comfortable you are.  Do something with a few small prizes like get
shirtless or show underwear, or flash butt.  I'm sure we can come up with
others to make you a little more than 20 bucks," I suggested.  "Go grab
your stuff and we'll set up.  I'll even get verified while you're doing it
in case you let me stroll on camera with you."

"Yeah.  Good idea.  I'll be right back," Casey said as he bolted out of the
apartment.

"That was pretty smooth, dude.  Getting him to do a show.  You're going to
convince him to get naked, aren't you?"  Nate smiled.

"I already have a raging boner thinking about it."

Nate laughed and then looked at me.  He reached over and grabbed my crotch.
"Holy crap.  You are.  I thought you were kidding."

"I never joke about cute boys I plan on fucking.  You of all people should
know that.  I have some ideas for Casey's show, but I have to be age
verified for his account to do anything naked on screen.  I'm already
verified for my own account."

"You've been on here before?"  Nate asked.

"Not to model or anything, but I have an account."

While Casey was gone, I gave Nate some of my ideas, and it took some
convincing to get him to play along, so hopefully he won't chicken out at
the last minute.

Casey returned, and the first thing we did was upload my I.D. and picture
to his account to begin the verification process.  I made sure to add my
own account as a link to speed the process up since they'd already verified
me there.  Then we set up a `studio' for Casey to broadcast from.  I had
him sit in a chair in front of the camera with Nate's bed behind him.  We
made sure we had awesome lighting, and I hooked the TV screen up so he
could clearly read the comments as they came in, while I used the laptop
out of sight for moderating.  Then we set up his apps for rolling the dice
for a prize at 25 tokens, and a tip menu that had easy to obtain things to
keep guys interested.  Finally, we set up his goals.

"Now that's all set up, we should work on some production ideas.  If you're
okay with it, how about you show me your underwear?"  I asked.

"Ummm, isn't that 25 tokens?"  Casey laughed.

"Yep, once the show is live.  But I've seen straight boy's underwear.  It's
usually horrific.  I have some cool ones in my backpack that you can try.
That can be a future menu item.  Change underwear on screen.  That could be
fun for viewers."

"Wait...you have extra underwear in your backpack?"  Nate asked looking at
me.

"Sure.  You never know when you're gonna be out all night, or need a
change," I said as I reached into my pack and got out a couple pair.  One
assless, and the other nice tight boxer briefs that really show off my ass.
"Don't worry.  They're clean."

"Wow, those are actually cool," Casey remarked.  "I only have normal
underwear," he said dropping his pants to show me the baggy grandpa boxers
he was wearing, although they at least had a decent pattern and colour to
them.

"Like I thought.  Horrific," I teased.  "If I get verified during your
show, I can hand you my underwear and tell you to put them on.  You can say
that someone bought them for you and you had to show them off.  That should
get a fun reaction from your viewers as we interact.  If I'm not verified,
I could throw them to you from off camera, or have Nate bring them to you."

"So now I'm gonna be in the show?"  Nate asked looking at me.

"Not to do anything sexual, just to tease his viewers.  Have him change his
underwear on cam and show off his butt.  You could peek around and look at
his cock and give the guys a thumbs up or something."

"Why would I want to see his dick?"  Nate asked.

"Uhhh...so you can describe it to me?  Have I taught you nothing?"  I
joked.  It was a joke because I had every intention of seeing it for myself
today.  I'm curious like that, and not really good at understanding verbal
descriptions.  I'm more of a visual person.  "You should set up your
Twitter and Amazon account on your profile, and put a few things on your
wish list.  That'll get the balls rolling.

"You mean get the `ball' rolling?"

"If that's the way straight boys do it, sure...whatever works for you.
Personally, if you get their balls rolling, you'll make more tips.  Just
saying.  Keep your phone close, and I'll text you ideas as we go, depending
on what guys are asking for.  You just go with it."

Casey worked on it, and I moved went back to Nate on the couch.

"Just remember, whatever you're actually planning, me and him have never
even seen each other naked before, right?" Nate warned quietly.

"He's not seen me either, so once he's into his show, we could both get
naked and show him our boners.  Having his shocked reaction on camera might
be funny.  Guys are bound to ask what's happening."

"Why don't you skip the show and just go down on him already?"  Nate
suggested with a grin.

"Hmmm..." I said stroking my chin and then laughed.

"What's so funny?"  Casey asked looking up from what he was doing.

"Nothing.  Nate's just wondering why we need the show.  He said I should
just go down on you and tip you directly.  Save time and get you an instant
reward."

"I said I MIGHT do it one day," Casey replied half smiling.

"Oh, is that just to keep me coming back to moderate your show?"

"Maybe.  You know if I can undress with you in the same room, you'd be the
only guys in real life that have ever have seen me naked."

"Really?"

"Yeah.  I don't undress in front of anyone I know.  I wanted to do the cam
show as it was a bit of a bucket list thing to see if I could do it, and of
course to make money."

"Then, I'll do everything I can to help you be comfortable so we can fly
past your goal," I grinned.

"I'm gonna start the show," he announced and I got ready.  He went live,
and I smiled as I watched the screen.  We made a few small adjustments as
Casey began talking and tweeting on his new account, which I quickly
retweeted on my account to get him some viewers.  His numbers began to jump
rapidly.  He told everyone that he had a new mod and explained that I was
there in the room with him as he talked.  I said hi and quickly got
requests to go on camera.  I told them I might but wasn't verified yet.
For now I was just helping and moderating.  I reminded everyone to follow
him.  Like most guys online, he didn't use his real name, changing it to
Thomas.  Personally, I liked Casey better.  He made a point to tell
everyone that we had just met through his other friend, and that we'd never
even seen each other without clothes.  That started a whole conversation on
its own.  I told the guys that I wanted to see Casey without clothes, just
as much as they did, but they needed to tip.

I sent a tip of my own to match the menu item that got Casey to take his
shirt off for five minutes.  He stared over when he saw the tip had come
from me.  I just shrugged and smiled as the viewers cheered him on.  He
pulled his shirt off and I wondered if I'd be allowed to just go over and
suck on each nipple for a quick taste.  I like to know if boys are salty or
sweet, depending on what mood I'm in.  They were just the right size for my
lips.  I watched as his numbers climbed and the tips came in.  I pushed a
few guys to get prizes cleared one at a time.  Shirt off permanently, flash
pubes, show ass, rubbing his crotch to show the outline as he got hard, and
many other things to get guys excited before they got to what they really
wanted.  Show his cock.  Most of the show he did himself just talking and
responding to things that guys were asking, while Nate and I did homework.
It took a long time to get guys free of their money, but for each tip he
got, I matched it to help move things along.

I kept a close eye on the assholes that kept popping up and either banned
them, or reminded them that tipping was the way to get to see what they
wanted.  Prizes were random and had to be worthwhile for guys to keep
trying for the prize they hoped for, which was to see him naked and hard.
He talked a lot during his show, answering all the questions and
interacting with the guys.  He was doing a pretty good job of it too, and
when several tips came in at once to get multiple prizes, it was one of my
jobs to ensure he did them all, and recommend which order might be best.

"Okay Nate.  Things have slowed down a bit," I said quietly so we weren't
being picked up by the microphone over by Casey.  "Time to stroll past
behind him.  Give me a second to let him know."  I texted to let him know
what I was doing, and what he should do.  He was down to his underwear and
rubbing his crotch to show the outline of his junk as per the last prize.
He read it and looked over at me.  That was our signal that he'd
understood.  I sent Nate over after making him take off his pants, leaving
him in just his underwear and t-shirt.

He walked behind Casey, who jumped and looked shocked as Nate stood behind
him to talk.  He asked what he was doing.  Of course, almost instantly guys
wanted to know who it was that was in the room with him.  I replied that it
was his roommate.  Nate pretended to not know what was happening and just
asked Casey if he needed the bathroom as he was going for a shower.  He did
a good job of letting guys see him, and many began asking the expected
questions of whether they cammed together or fooled around.  Casey reminded
them he was straight and just roommates, so they'd seen each other without
clothes, but not fooled around.  I was texting him the answers he needed to
give as fast as I could.  I think he was reluctant on some of them, but
this was a show to get him money.  In real life he hadn't seen Nate naked
yet.

The show continued as Nate returned to sit beside me, while viewers thought
he was off in the shower.  "Okay, I said quietly.  "Time to return to the
show.  Take your shirt off this time.  Wrap a towel around your waist.
It'll get guys fired up."

As I was talking, I got an email to let us know we'd been approved.  "We're
verified," I announced to Casey, which obviously was overheard by many of
the guy in the room who began asking to see me.  I told them I might later,
but this was Casey's show.  I quickly sent Nate over after he'd removed his
shirt, and the reactions were swift from the room.  They all wanted to see
more of Nate who talked to Casey as if they really were roommates.  He
asked what they were having for dinner, and suggested pizza.  Now I really
wanted pizza, so actually ordered some.  The two guys ignored the show
temporarily, but as the moderator in the room, I was replying to everyone,
saying that I'd try to convince Nate to go on camera more and maybe get
naked, but no promises.  I suggested we might want to try encouraging him
by tipping.  I hinted that maybe Nate would eat his pizza on screen next to
`Thomas'.  I gave Nate the name Evan.  I was going to go with Rider
Longjohnston, but that sound too porn star-ish.  I'm Max Bonehard, which is
more realistic.  The guys kept tipping to see Casey do things, which was
nice.  He flashed his pubes and some of his shaft a few times which allowed
me to check him out.  Many of the guys wanted to know if he was cut or
uncut, smooth or with pubes, things like that, and he always answered
without seeming embarrassed about it.  Oh, before anyone asks, he's got
untrimmed pubes and is cut, or so he says.  I haven't seen the whole cock
yet, and don't ask me how big it is, because we haven't got to that part,
but in my mind, I'm expecting gigantic things.  The only thing about these
webcam shows is that you have to wait so long to see the good stuff.  I
kept texting Casey to encourage him to go further as tips came in.  I mean
he'd already gotten naked on camera by himself, but was a little nervous
with us there.

We finally had him down to his underwear permanently where he wasn't
putting clothes on and off all the time, which got a lot more interest. I
changed some of the tip items and prizes to reflect that as the show
progressed.  A lot of the guys forget to do that which makes a prize not
worth it.  Why win `take shirt off for five minutes' if you're already
naked? I added play with nipples, show armpits, suck toes.  Things like
that.  Sexy but not sexual...yet.  His chest was perfect toned with small
nipples, nice abs and a cute innie belly button.  One of the menu items I
found surprisingly popular was for him to show his feet.  It seemed he got
a lot more tips for that than anything, and at first I thought it was
because he had pretty big feet, but I quickly realized that when he lifted
his foot to the camera, the guys could probably see into the leg of his
shorts for the outline of his junk.  I didn't say anything as it was
getting him tokens, which at the end of the day is the whole point of the
show.  I might let him know later.  Many were commenting about his baggy
boxers, so I asked if they'd like to see him in tighter underwear and got a
lot of positive responses.  I took off my pants so that I was just in my
shirt and underwear, grabbed my spare tight boxer briefs, and went beside
Casey, telling him to switch them.  Casey stood up and turned around to
drop his boxers.  I was only showing on camera from the neck down, so I had
some fun with it.  I pointed to Casey's ass and gave it the thumbs up to
the camera as he changed.  Then I pulled down the front of my shorts to
show off my dick and pointed at it, and then at Casey's ass crack, and gave
another thumbs up.  By the time he'd gotten into my tighter underwear and
turned around, I acted as if nothing had happened, although by the comments
it was pretty obvious what I'd been doing.  Some complimented Casey's ass,
others my cock, and even more said I should fuck him while he was bent
over.  I told Casey to adjust his package to the side and show it off more,
and because the guys could hear, they were agreeing.  Of course, most said
it would be better if he lost the underwear completely.  I exited the
camera view and guys quickly began asking who that was in the room.

I told them it was me and they asked questions about us.  I reminded them
that I'd only just met Casey today through his `roommate', and while he was
straight and I was gay, I'd only seen as much of Casey as they had.  I
suggested that some of them probably had seen more if they watched his
previous shows.  They asked Casey if he would ever play with me on camera,
and to my surprise, he said he might if there was enough incentive to do
it.  I asked how much incentive and tipped him one token, asking if that
was enough.  He laughed and said no, so I tipped one more token several
times until the whole screen was yellow.  `Now?'  I asked.  Others got in
on the game, and he laughed saying that he'd never done anything with
anyone, so he'd need to work up to it.  I suggested that when the pizza
arrived that all three of us would be on camera together if there was
enough interest in seeing it.  Guys quickly responded, but I reminded them
that interest in the form of tipping worked better.

The pizza arrived and I handed it over to Casey so everyone could see.
They wanted to know if it was the pizza guy that had given it to him.  I
assured them it was and he was cute.  Hey, it's about building a fantasy,
right?  I had Nate go into the camera view with plates and give one to
Casey.  I told the guys that if they wanted Nate to stay on screen that
they needed to convince him.  I managed to get 50 tokens for that, but I
figured we could do better.  I moved in front of the camera behind Nate and
put my hands on his sides and ran my hand into the edge of his underwear.
He slapped my hand away as Casey watched and laughed.  He grabbed some
pizza as I pulled Nate just off screen.

"Watch Casey's face," I whispered as I quickly dropped to my knees in front
of Nate and yanked his underwear down before he figured out what I was
doing.  I took a firm grip of his balls and pulled on them before reaching
up to stroke his cock next.  He tried to pull back, which I knew he would.
That's why I grabbed hold of his balls first.  He wasn't about to leave
without those.  I glanced over to Casey, who was frozen as he stared at us,
almost forgetting that he was on camera.  I guess others picked up on his
reaction as the comments wanted to know what he was looking at.  I played
with Nate until he was good and hard and beginning to drip pre-cum, then
pulled his underwear back up before we headed back in front of the camera,
still keeping our faces hidden.  I grabbed a piece of pizza and then showed
the guys the outline of Nate's erection inside his shorts.  That got them
going.

I said that if we got another 100 tokens that I'd strip him and make him
stay that way while we ate.  Needless to say, we got tipped almost
instantly to reach that target.  I pushed Nate's shorts down and he stepped
out of them. I suggested that for another hundred each, both Casey and I
would also get naked for them. We got tipped in a few short bursts to get
the additional two hundred.  Do you know how hard it was not to grab
Casey's dick once I had him naked beside me?  Now we had three headless
guys on camera, all with pizza.  I reached over to take hold of Nate's
junk, but he slapped my hand away like a straight boy would.  Casey sat
down as if trying to distance himself from what was happening, but I moved
up behind him and put my cock near the side of his face and ask if he
wanted extra sausage for his pizza.  He moved to the side to get away from
me.  Seems rude considering I intend to fuck him later.  Many asked me to
show my face, but I wasn't going to do that without a mask.  Where's my `Q'
mask when I need it?  All it takes is one suggestion and the guys get
behind it quickly and start begging.  They suggested he suck me off to try
it since I was offering, and asked how much he'd want to do it.  Casey
asked if that's something guys really wanted to see from a show?  I think
he was genuinely asking, and when he got so many responses we couldn't read
them, I think he had his answer.  One guy offered 100 tokens if I would put
pizza sauce on my dick and have Casey lick it off.  Casey replied that he
wasn't ready to do that.  This was when Casey told them that this was the
first time he'd hung out naked with a couple of guys like this.  Many asked
him how he liked it, and he replied that it was actually making him
nervous, but he was mostly having fun.  I turned around and suggested he
could just lick sauce off my ass cheek instead for a hundred.  It sounded
like he wasn't ready to do that either, but reluctantly agreed if he got
tips.  He got tips!  I turned around and put pizza sauce on my ass cheek,
which by the way was still hot.  Note to self...cool pizza sauce before
putting on ass next time.  While I was waiting for Casey to lean over to
lick it off, I stroked my cock out of sight of the camera, and by the time
he was done, and I turned around, I was semi hard, which seemed to be
appreciated by the viewers.  Maybe not so much by Casey who moved slightly
to give me more space.

"Chicken shit," I laughed out loud.  I was asked if I would lick them next,
but said I didn't want to show my face which got a reciprocal `chicken
shit' and lol's from those in the room.  Fair enough.  I reached over to
grab Nate's cock and fondle his balls, but he slapped my hand away again.

"I think my show's been hijacked," Casey laughed as he partially watched us
on the monitor, but not unhappy as tips came in.  With the amount we'd
received, he'd reached his final goal, and others asked what he was going
to do next.  Nate and I left the screen, got back into our shorts and
t-shirt, and I went back to modding.  I sent out the goal gif and a few
others.  I texted Casey that maybe now he should get hard and start to jerk
off since he'd reached his final goal.  He just looked over at me and
swallowed nervously.  There were a lot of suggestions from the viewers as
to what he should do, not the least of which was us all fucking, which was
to be expected.  I replied that I was totally up for that, especially with
two straight boys.  Casey reminded them he was a virgin, which I gave a
thumbs up to and a few cutesy gifs to prove that was even hotter.  I found
an exploding cherry which seemed appropriate.  One guy said he'd tip 1000
tokens to see Casey get fucked.  Other's agreed.  Of course, anyone can
talk about tipping that big but would they really do it?

The chat room watched as Casey got naked and began to slowly jerk off for
them.  As his cock grew, I moved from watching the screen to watching him
in person.  My own cock was straining to get out of my underwear, while
Nate focused back on our homework.  I reached over to feel his crotch and
he was limp.  How could he not be hard with a naked guy jerking off just a
few feet from us?  I pushed my hand into his underwear and he just turned
to look at me.

"Anything I can help you find?"  He smirked.

"No, I know it's in there somewhere.  You got a magnifying glass handy?"

"Bitch," he said as he let me feel him up.  I wanted to go down on him, but
I didn't want to miss anything with Casey, now that he was fully naked and
had stood up to let the guys see his cock better.  He was about 7 inches
with average girth.  Comments were coming in fast about how hot they
thought he was, and he turned a couple times to show off his smooth ass and
pulled his cheeks apart to show his hole. I'm sure every guy watching was
thinking about fucking him now.  All I could think was `fuck off,
pervs. He's mine.'  He was relaxing in his chair jerking off letting guys
see him from different angles, which was pretty hot.  I whispered `fuck,
he's cute' to Nate at one point.  He just laughed.

"Come with me," I said to Nate as I pulled him off the couch, and took him
over to stand behind the camera in full view of Casey.  I stripped Nate's
shorts off again and then took my own off as we stood behind the camera.
Casey's eyes went wide and he must have been getting a lot of comments
about what was happening.

"Uhhh...nothing.  They're both standing in front of me watching.  It's
making me nervous as fuck," Casey stammered as he jerked off faster.  I
don't know if it was exciting him, or if he just wanted all of this to end
quicker, but he groaned loudly as he stretched his legs out in front of him
and shot his load all over his chest and stomach.  I raced back to the
computer to give the exploding cannon and fireworks gifs synonymous with
cumming.  Others sent out the cheer gifs and `we're not worthy' ones.  It
was a great response to his finale.  I raced back in front of the camera
and ran my fingers through the mess on his chest.

"I'm just getting some dipping sauce for my pizza, don't mind me," I said
as I left the screen, allowing Casey to clean himself up with some of the
nearby paper towel.  I had made a point not to touch Casey's dick, but I
really wanted to.  He talked to them for a few more minutes before getting
dressed and saying goodbye and to remind everyone that he now had a Twitter
account where he'd send out notices about future shows.  I added the link
to that and to his wish list and thanked everyone for watching.  He signed
off and we shut things down, covering the camera just for safety.  You
never know who can hack in without your knowledge.

"Dude!  That was awesome!"  I said congratulating him as he came over to
sit with us and grab more pizza.  "After a show like that, I never want to
see you with clothes on again."

"Thanks.  I was really nervous with you guys here, but not having to do the
moderating was much easier."

"Exactly.  That's why guys have them.  How much do you normally make in a
show?"

"I dunno.  It varies wildly, but it normally takes a hell of a lot longer
to reach goals."

"Wanna know how you did?"

"Sure!" He grinned.  I turned the screen to let him see his balance and his
mouth fell open.  "3200 tokens?"  Seriously?"

"Seriously.  Plus look at your Amazon wish list.  It's empty.  Everything
you put on there has been bought for you.  You'll have to come up with more
things.  Wireless headphones, better microphone or lighting, more
underwear.  As soon as you changed into my shorts, every underwear item you
had on the list sold.  I'm telling you, the sexier you are, the more tips
you get."

"3200 is like how much money?"

I did the math for him.  "About $210 bucks in U.S. dollars, so about $275
Canadian for what two and a half hours work?  Not bad dude.  Not bad at
all."

"I guess I could have made more if I'd done something with you guys huh?"

"It's your show.  Only do what you're comfortable with.  I can see why guys
like watching you though.  You're seriously fucking hot.  I wanted to throw
money at you myself."

"I'm not stopping you," Casey grinned.

"True, but it's better value if I just give you real cash in person."

"Oh?  And what do I have to do for that?"  He smirked as he ate his pizza.

"Well for starters, lick that sauce off my dick.  That's easily worth 100
tokens, or five bucks.

"It sounds like so much more when it's 100 tokens," Casey grinned.  "If I'd
gotten 250 tokens, it would have been like $12.50, right?"

"Right.  Just divide by 20.  Of course, you may have had to share that with
Nate, if we could have convinced him to join in," I teased.  So $6.25.
Still better than five bucks."

"Oh yeah, that's true.  Would you have licked sauce off his ass, Nate?"  He
asked.

"Probably.  I have beer to wash the taste away," Nate replied, holding up
the bottle.

"Rude.  I have a great tasting ass."

"How would you know?  You don't lick your own ass," Nate remarked.

"Or do I..."  I grinned.

"I'd pay you 100 tokens to see that," Nate challenged.

"Dude if I were that flexible, I'd suck my own dick first, and I'd never
get anything else done all day.  You're gonna be popular if you keep doing
these shows," I told Casey.  "I can mod for you from home if I can't come
over."

"Are you able to do that with the regional block?"  He asked.

"I'd have to use a proxy server that makes it look like I'm somewhere other
than B.C.  Simple to override."

"Shit, people can do that?"

"Sure.  If they really want to see who's broadcasting from their area.
They just login from another country IP, and they can watch.  I'm not sure
a lot of people do that.  I don't usually, but to be a moderator, I'd have
to.  It'd be more fun in person though.  Next time, I'll cover my tattoo
and bring a mask so I can be more interactive if you want.  Were you okay
having Nate and I on your camera with you?"

"Like I said on cam, I've never hung out with two naked guys like that
before, but I guess it worked to get the tips, huh?"

"Hey, what about me?  You got me naked on camera and I never got tipped, or
asked," Nate complained.

"Oh please.  Like you care about being naked.  I'm pretty sure this is the
longest you've been home with anything on in the whole time I've known
you," I replied.  "I should have sucked your dick on camera and watched
Casey get tons of tips."

"Oh sure.  You suck my dick and Casey rakes in the cash.  What am I?  I
whore for you two to pimp out?"

"Well, if the blowjob fits," I laughed.

Casey just watched us with interest.  "Would you guys have really done that
on camera?"

"I guess you'll have to wait until I have a mask to find out.  I'm sure
every one of your two thousand plus viewers were drooling over the idea of
doing you.  Get them in person and charge 25 bucks a blowjob.  You'd be
able to retire by the end of the month.  2000 x 25 is $50,000 bucks."

"Sure, I'll just cum 2000 times.  No problem," he laughed.

"Well, obviously not all at once.  Do 20 a day over 100 days."

"You think I can cum 20 times a day?"  He laughed.

"Ummm...yes?  Or can't straight boys do that?"  I asked smirking.

"How about twice a day?  Once in the morning and once at night.  50 bucks a
day," he counteroffered laughing.

"Not as profitable, but that's still over 18 grand a year.  Build up your
show to eventually get fucked, and guys will empty their bank accounts to
see you lose your virginity."

"No they wouldn't."

"Trust me.  They would.  I've shown more than my share of boys how to enjoy
their prostate and trust me, if it were on camera, guys would pay tons to
watch."

"Does it hurt?"

"Not for the guy doing the fucking," I laughed.  "It can if you're nervous
or tensed up.  That's why I recommend you don't really lose your virginity
on camera, just pretend it's your first time.  You should see if you can
deal with it first before letting thousands of guys see it happen."

"I definitely could use the money, but I'm not sure I'd be able to do that.
Maybe jerking off with someone would be okay.  That should be the next
step.  Maybe one of those pink things you see the guys using would be okay
too.  Those seem like they go into your butt pretty easily."

"True.  For some future shows, when you get all those things from Amazon,
you can show them off online.  Put an item on the tip menu that has you
change underwear on screen.  Do 20 to change facing away, or 25 to change
facing the camera.  Then do it slowly and seductively.  You'll get guys
tipping in a regular stream to see you.  Always make the tipping amounts
affordable for the task.  I mean you wouldn't have it at a hundred to see
you cum, as you can only do that once a show...apparently," I said with a
little teasing.  "Make the one-time things a big goal, and little things
the menu items like we did today.  Teasing items should be quick and
cheap."

"I like the app where you clear the board, but it takes so long to finish
sometimes that I sometime wonder if it'll ever finish."

"Yeah.  That one can be slow.  I think it goes faster if two guys are in a
show together and prizes are more sexual.  You can usually use the same
prize twice with each guy doing the opposite thing."

"Huh?"

"Like if the show was with you and me, one prize would be Max sucks Thomas'
dick for two minutes. The other prize would be Thomas sucks Max's dick for
two minutes."

"Oh, I see.  I guess that type of show would really get tips huh?"

"It would, especially if they knew you were new to playing with a guy.  I
could see you doing a few shows in a row with a gay guy, and when the tips
start to slow down from the novelty wearing off, you could change the show
to bring a straight friend over who you `convinced' to play with you and
try it out.  Two straight boys always get more reactions, as long as you
both act like straight boys.  You can't have the guy doing an expert job of
sucking your cock.  For now, just keep doing what you're doing, but
eventually things will slow down when guys have seen you a number of times,
or something more interesting comes along."

"Yeah.  I've had that a lot.  One minute I have a thousand people watching,
next minute it's 300 because everyone went to watch another channel."

"That's why you have to keep it fresh.  That idea we had earlier of going
out in my backyard and swimming or tanning would be fun.  Add the
trampoline or basketball to it, and you'd make a killing.  We'll just have
to pick a time when no one else is home, because if they show up on camera,
you could get banned pretty fast."

"Good point.  They were pretty clear about that in the rules.  I'm not even
sure you can go outside to do a show."

"Not in public, but a private yard is acceptable.  You also can't sleep, be
drunk or stoned.  I can already see a wicked show with the three of us in
the back yard.  We'd work up tips to get us naked, then do activities in
the nude and get hard while we do them.  If you're into trying sexual
things, then it gets even hotter after that."

"There's still a lot to learn, but at least I'm making some money.  That's
cool.  I should go though.  I still have my own homework to do, and I know
you guys have to study."

"I'll help you take things up if you want," I offered as we went and
grabbed his stuff.  He didn't really need help, but I offered anyway.  Once
we got back in his apartment, I had a chance to look around and I suggested
a couple ways to set things up so that he had a different view each time,
which would also keep it looking fresh for shows.  I reminded him that the
thing that was really important was lots and lots of light so he could be
seen, and if he had things that had been purchased for him, he should have
them in the background so that viewers could see the items that they
bought.

"Thanks for the ideas.  I really appreciate you helping me out today.  I
made more money than any of my other shows."

"You're welcome.  Hell, I should be thanking you for letting me see you do
the show.  I was so hard watching you."

"Yeah, right.  I'm not that special," he grinned.

"I'm sure the 2000 guys watching you disagreed.  Half of them probably came
at the same time you did.  Some probably came as soon as you let them see
you naked."

He laughed.  "Good thing I can't see them.  It was tough enough just being
there with you and Nate seeing me. I can't even imagine what it would be
like to be on stage in front of thousands."

"I'm sure your next show will have plenty of questions about us, and
they'll try to get you to bring us back again."

"Would you?"

"Sure.  I had fun, and I'm sure Nate did, but you'd have to ask him to know
for sure."

"Cool.  Well, thanks again for helping me today, it was awesome.  And
thanks for giving me tips like you did.  I appreciated it."

"I enjoyed it.  The only thing I hate is that the web cam company keeps so
much of what we spent to tip with, but it's fun to get guys to do things.
I think the problem is that you get horny watching and your brain says keep
tipping I wanna see more, so you do without thinking."

"Colin, can I ask you something really personal?"

"Of course.  One thing you'll learn about me pretty quick is that I'm not
afraid of personal questions."

"Did you think that I look good enough on camera for guys to stay
interested?"

"Is that a straight boy way of asking if I think you're cute?"  I said
giving him a playful smile.

"I guess. Sure."

"Yes, you're way cute and guys will always login to see you get naked.  As
to whether they stay interested will depend on how willing you are to keep
the show fresh and unique.  Be friendly, personable and willing to show
then your body, and you'll do fine."

"Any other suggestions?"  he asked.

"Just try different things.  If it were me doing your show, I'd shave my
pubes and pits on camera.  Do a shower show where you get all soapy
everywhere and tease them with it.  Get hard and jerk off as you shower.
Be sexy and you'll do fine."

"What about sex?"

"Sure.  Your place or mine?"  I laughed.  "I'd build up to sex on camera,
but if you could do it, you'd make a ton more money."

"My friends and I have talked about stuff like that before."

"Having sex together?"  I asked frowning slightly.  If that's the case,
I'll have to meet his progressive thinking straight friends.

"No.  About whether they'd ever do anything with a guy."

"And the result?"

"Almost all of them said that they'd probably let a gay guy blow them for a
price.  Some said a million dollars, others said they'd be happy to get
head for 20 bucks."

"Sounds pretty typical.  What would you be willing to do if the price were
right?"

"I dunno.  I've thought about it a lot since I went on camera and saw how
guys talk about things.  Seems like they love seeing my ass as much as my
cock."

"That's because they're fantasizing about fucking you.  The smoother it is,
the hornier you'll make them."

"So back to the shaving thing?" Casey said with a smirk.

"Exactly.  You might need help shaving your ass though.  Not as easy as it
sounds."

"I could do it over a mirror," he smiled, nodding slightly.

"True.  Much easier if you ask a friend to help."

"I can see it now.  I'll show up at a friend's house with a razor and
shaving cream and ask him to shave my ass.  That wouldn't end well."

I laughed.  "Just ask the right friend.  I'd be more than happy to help."

"That would be another first.  Having my ass shaved."

"We should stop talking about this before I get too horny to function.
Being as sexy as you are is going to make me say something I'm liable to
regret, or worse, make you feel uncomfortable."

"I wouldn't mind.  I don't think.  I'm trying to get more comfortable with
the things guys say online so that I can respond better.  Like what would
you say if I were gay?"

"Casey, if you were gay, we'd already have been in bed for the past two
hours and fucked each other stupid.  Talking wouldn't have even been a
factor."

"Oh."

"Sorry.  I guess that was over the top.  Told you I was horny.  I should
get back to Nate before he thinks we're doing it.  You know how jealous
straight boys are when they think others are getting laid and they're not.
I'll make it up to him and offer a blowjob.  It was nice meeting you
Casey."

"Yeah.  I had a ton of fun.  Thanks for helping me.  Can I text you to do
more modding when I have another show?"

"I'd love to help.  If you ever want to talk about ideas, I'm sure we could
get together and plan a few setups for you."

"Cool.  Thanks.  Are you really gonna give Nate a blowjob?"

"You'll have to tip to find out," I laughed jokingly.  "But anytime you
want one, just ask and tell me the menu price for that."

I rushed back to Nate's apartment before Casey could respond.  Always leave
them wanting more.  That's why you should never go balls deep on the first
fuck.  Leave them wanting more...  Who am I kidding?  Fuck `em deep before
you learn their name.  They'll come back.

"You want to do him, don't you?"  Nate asked bluntly as I sat down and got
back to my books.

"Yes.  Yes I do!"

"Is that what took you so long to get back?  Negotiating terms?"  He
teased.

"We were talking about ways he could set up different looks for studios in
his apartment to keep each show fresh."  I reached over to grab his crotch.
"But speaking of wanting someone and negotiating."

"I know we fool around, but you do know I'm still straight, right?"

"What is straight, really?  It's just eight letters of the alphabet strung
together at random to indicate that you're not as sexual as other guys."

"I get laid plenty."

"Yeah?  Out of the last ten times you did something sexual, how many were
with me?"

"Not the point."

"Exactly the point.  Come on, how many were with me?"

"Seven," he replied quietly.

"I rest my case.  Does that include today?"

"We didn't have sex today," he pointed out.

"Not yet, but we're going to.  I'm going to blow you until you're crazy
horny.  Then I'll stop and listen to you whine about how you were just
about to cum.  I'll tell you that if you want to cum, I want to get fucked,
and we'll go to your bed where I'll lie face down and spread my legs.  As
usual, you'll bitch like a typical straight boy, while at the same time
you're lubing me up and entering my tight hole.  You'll be quiet for
fifteen seconds, then you'll get vocal and pound me hard for the next ten
seconds, until you cum.  It's all over in five minutes...like most straight
boys."

"You think that'll happen huh?"

"That's how it usually happens, although five minutes is giving you a
little extra time for us to get to the bed and lube up," I laughed.  "Just
like Casey's show, we have a play by play, and we follow it."

"Back to Casey, huh?"

"Hey he's cute and willing to get naked in front of thousands of guys.
What's not to like?"

"I figured you'd like him.  Even I think he's good looking."

"Awesome.  Then once I've taken him, I'll let you have a turn," I grinned.

"Still straight.  Do I need to pull up the definition on Google again for
you?"

"You mean you wouldn't screw a guy on camera for a few tips?"  I said
smiling.

"If I ended up doing that, it'd be because you got me stoned or drunk or
something."

"Damn, you really do know me.  I guess this psychology shit really does
work if we pay attention."

"Am I wrong?"

"I already have the show all planned out in my head.  Now I just need
Casey."

"And that'll take what?  A month, a week?"

"I was thinking like in 3...2...1..." I said as I pointed to the door and
looked.  Nothing happened.  "Maybe a week then." I let go of Nate's crotch
and turned my attention back to our homework.

"Ummm...excuse me!" He said staring at me.  "You gonna take care of that
since you're the one who got it excited?"

"No, I'm good.  You're straight, remember," I teased.

"Are you sure?"  He said grabbing himself.

"If it'll stop your whining...fine," I grinned as I spun off the couch and
got between his legs.  We wasted no time getting his pants down so I could
take care of his erection and remind him why gay guys are just better.  At
one point he ran his hands through my hair and thrust upward.  I knew he
was close and reached under him to grab an ass cheek.  I used the other
hand to work him to climax.  One thing about Nate is that he may complain
that he's straight, but slide one finger into his ass crack to touch his
pucker, and he's pumping gallons down your throat.  He's not a fan of
getting fucked, but he loves a finger, or a good long rimming.  Google
definition of `long' for a straight boy is 15 seconds (or 5 inches that
they claim is 7).  I sat back next to him and we finished our homework
without talking about it.

I got a text from Casey a couple days later asking if I could mod for him,
so I fired up my computer and did it from home while I worked on other
things.  He wasn't quite as good as when we were in the room with him, but
he kept the guys reasonably entertained for a couple hours.  Many of them
asked where Nate and I were, and he simply replied that his roommate was
out and I was at home doing the modding.  There were plenty of requests for
all of us to join in his show again.  I asked how many would like to see
him get head at some point, and I think that might have overloaded the
screen with responses.  Casey laughed as he talked to them, saying he
wasn't sure about that, but many tried like hell to convince him.  He
didn't commit to anything and simply replied, "Right now, I'm just having
fun doing this show as it is."  To his credit he did tease them that he
might try it with a guy eventually.

Others supported him and told him only to do what he wanted since it was
his show.  Others said he should do something sexual and they'd tip big.
You hear that all the time until they do it, and then the loud mouth
viewers don't actually tip.  No wonder you get the tips in advance.  Once
it was over, and Casey signed off, he texted me a thank you and said he'd
earned almost 1300 tokens, which was still better than he normally did.  I
gave him some ideas about other things he could do that might help get him
tips and he said he'd think about some of it.  He better think fast.  I
want him spread eagle, ass up on my bed by the end of the week.

CoIin and I got a call from Colleen one night to let us know she'd arranged
a meeting with the Campbells if we were free.  She'd set it up for next
week.  This was progressing, although I kinda wished it was as simple as
when we'd gotten Blake.  One day he wasn't here, the next day he was.  Now
we're stuck with him.  Just kidding, he's a good kid...mostly.  Speaking of
that, he came home one night and plopped himself down beside me.

"So, you remember that Scout camping trip I was gonna go on?"  He said
before he'd said hi, or how was your day, or who'd you screw today?  The
usual politeness when greeting someone.  Do I remember the Scout trip, I
dunno.  "Sure," I replied anyway.

"Well, I'm not going now."

"How come?"

"Cory's mad at me, so I've been disinvited."

"Is it disinvited or uninvited?" I asked trying to be smug about it.

"Whatever.  I'm not allowed to go."

"What happened?"

"How would I know?  One minute everything's fine.  The next he's all pissed
at me.  All I did was compliment his new girlfriend's boobs.  I said they
looked nice and I'd totally motorboat her.

"She seemed to like the compliment, but Cory got all defensive and said it
was inappropriate.  It's not like I actually tried them.  God.  I even told
her Cory was good in bed and that she should give him a ride to try him
out. I even volunteered to give them some tips.  Cory asked me to leave so
he could finish his date.  Seemed rude, but I left.  I know he is still
figuring girls out, but sensitive much?"

"You were trying to help by offering to have sex with them?  Might not be
the best way to approach it."

"I coulda got naked and showed her what she was missing, but I didn't want
to embarrass Cory.  She's his girlfriend so he should get to do her first.
I don't mind going second.  I figure they could kapoodle until they were
done."

"Kapoodle?  Don't you mean kanoodle?"

"Nope.  It's kapoodle.  Like doing it doggy style," he said sincerely.

Kapoodling...THAT I have to remember.  "You do know that not everyone wants
to share their partners, right?  Most straight people prefer monogamous
relationships.  You need to respect that, as much as you'd expect them to
accept how you want to live."

"I don't think they were ready to have sex yet anyway.  I was part way home
and Cory texted me to say that I ruined it for him and that she'd gone
home.  I'm gonna wait until he calms down and talk to him.  It would have
been fun to go camping with the Scouts.  Oh well.  Shit happens.  Just
thought I'd tell you I'd be home this weekend in case you and Colin had
plans for some big party or something.  I'll be home, but you could still
have your party.  I don't mind coming to it."

"That's big of you," I said shaking my head.  "Maybe it's time for the
talk."

"What talk?  The sex talk?  Dad!  I think you're WAY too late for that.
Unless you want to know something... then I'm happy to talk and fill you
in," he said patting me on the back.

"I mean the respecting boundaries talk.  The talk about where some people
may want privacy when they're being intimate together.  Or the talk about
how a girl may not want to know about all the other people her boyfriend
has had sex with."

"God, Dad!  I'm not a snitch, but I get what you're saying.  Next time I
walk in on someone together, even if they're having sex, I'll just sit
quiet and wait until they're done.  I suppose I could just masturbate while
they had sex.  One of them would see and invite me to join when they were
ready."

"Or leave the room and wait elsewhere until they are finished," I offered
as an alternative.

"That doesn't sound as much fun.  Around here when I see any of you guys
having sex, I usually just take off my clothes and wait until you take a
break, then join in.  I guess guys are more cool with stuff like that
though.  Why do you think girls are such prudes?"

"It's not really being a prude to want privacy for an intimate moment,
Blake.  Girls enjoy the romance of sex, and it's not as romantic with a
third person in it."

"Yeah, I guess so.  Boys just wanna get laid.  Girls wanna get all mushy
about it.  Thanks for the talk Dad.  I like your advice," he said hugging
me before running off upstairs.

If he likes my advice so much, how come he never listens to it?

The meeting with social services and the Campbells came around faster than
I expected, and before I knew it we were sitting in the conference room at
Colleen's office being introduced to Charles and Vanessa Campbell.  The
room wasn't a typical boring conference room.  It had soft oversize chairs,
an electric fireplace that was on, and some snacks and drinks.  I guess
they do that for family meetings to make it seem less office like, although
we did have a table between us.  That was probably to protect warring
parties from killing each other, like in divorce or child custody battles
where things might get heated.  I knew more about the Campbells than they
realized, having learned it from Layne and Steve, but they seemed pretty
nice as we all sat down to talk after shaking hands.  That impression
didn't last.

"Do you have any other children?"  Vanessa asked us, which seemed a stupid
question since we were there to put John back with his brother.

"Apart from Blake, no.  My brother lives next door with his three kids
though, so they're over to play a lot," I answered so they knew we at least
had some experience.

"How old are they?"

"Twins age five and a nine-year-old," Colin replied.  "What about you?"

"We have a son 16, and of course Jimmy.  How old is Blake?"

"14," Colin answered.  "Although he likes to believe he's 16 as well.  I
can't imagine what he'll be like when he's actually 16."

"They act like they're 20," Charles said with a bit of a smile.  "Jimmy has
been good for Layne.  Having a little brother has taught him
responsibility, and Jimmy is growing up with a solid role model."

"Beneficial for both of them, it sounds like.  I know Blake was devastated
when he lost his family and it's taken him a long time to come to terms
with it.  We've tried to keep him focused and busy so he knows he's just as
loved now as he was then," Colin added.

"We understand how it must have been, and we understand from Colleen that
he isn't aware of his little brother being with us."

"No, he's not.  We wanted to do this properly as it's going to be traumatic
for both boys no doubt.  Blake is going to have to work through the fact
that for the three and a half years he thought his brother had died, he was
actually alive, and Jimmy, has been so affected that he's lost his memory.
Hopefully putting them back together will allow them to become a family
again."

Charles grabbed Vanessa's hand on the table and looked at us.  "We've been
thinking about that and wonder if it might not be in Jimmy's best interest,
emotionally, to have him to remain where he is, and allow the memories to
come back naturally.  He's built a very strong bond with Layne who cares
about him like a real brother.  We believe it would be more traumatic to
pull him away at this point.  He also needs a family that can provide him
with proper core values to ensure he grows up right.  Blake sounds like
he's adapted to his new life.  Does it make sense to traumatize all of them
unnecessarily?"

"No, but the definition of unnecessarily is what's at the center of this
whole situation," I replied.  "Is it fair to either boy to live their lives
believing that the other one doesn't exist?  They're both young, so putting
them back together may trigger John's memory, allowing him to get back
those first seven years, despite the tragedy.  Not only that, but the boys
are siblings.  Their parents would have wanted them to be together."

"We understand your concern, but we believe this was God's plan.  Both boys
have started new lives with different families.  Perhaps one day when
they've matured, we could reunite them and explain that this may have been
the way their lives were intended to unfold," Vanessa said, trying to sound
sweet and nurturing.  All I could think about was throwing up at her
stupidity.  She can't be serious.

"Of course, the same could be said about it being God's plan that we found
out that John was still alive, and brought us to you," I reasoned.  "Either
scenario is open to interpretation if we look at it from the hypothetical."
Two can play this dumb game.  My thoughts and prayers are with her, and my
foot up her ass should help too.

"I think what we'd like to accomplish today is to decide how best to put
the boys back together," Colleen said, interjecting.  "I know Justin and
Colin have one opinion of how that should look, while Charles and Vanessa
have another view.  Perhaps we could start with those ideas."  Yeah, let's
toss out the ideas and let this God guy pick the one he likes.  I hope they
have Timbits and latte's.  It could be a long wait.  Haven't the God people
been waiting over two thousand years for Jesus to come back?  Talk about
patience.  I don't even like to wait five minutes for Skytrain...and at
least I have a destination in mind once I do get on board.

"Vanessa, Charles.  How about we hear your proposal first."

"We believe that Jimmy should stay with us.  We'd adopt him and make him
part of our family to give him the love he needs to become a well-adjusted
young man.  We originally thought it might be best to keep the brothers
apart for now, until we see some sign of memories returning.  But after
some praying and reflection, we agree that it might be beneficial that they
spend time together, so that if and when Jimmy's memory returns, he will be
ready to handle it.  Perhaps Blake could come over for visits with Jimmy,
and even Layne, in a supervised setting to ensure that there are no
traumatic or unwanted influences in Jimmy's life as he adjusts to having
his biological brother around.  It might be good for all three boys in the
long run," Charles explained.

All I wanted to do was leap over the table and twist their heads off.  I
knew that beneath all that caring and sweetness lay homophobes, but I was
trying to remain professional and pretend I knew nothing about them.  All
my University training for psychology was being put to the test.  If I fail
this meeting, I fail at being a shrink.  I might succeed at being a serial
killer though.  That's still on my bucket list, along with assassin sniper.

"We were thinking along similar lines," Colin said sounding as calm as
always.  How does he do that?  I guess in business you learn to negotiate a
lot better than in my world.  "Except pretty much the opposite way around.
Blake and his brother should never have been separated in the first place.
They need to be reunited as siblings.  A tragedy split them apart, and if
it hadn't been for some very negligent investigation by the fire and police
services, the boys would never have remained apart.  I think we owe it to
both of them to right a wrong.  We understand that you've become very
attached to John, or Jimmy, but the right thing to do is put the brothers
back as a family.  Justin is already a blood relative to Blake as his
cousin by birth, and it only makes sense that a biological family stay
together.  We agree that your son should not be left out, and we think it
would be great if the three boys got along as brothers, and friends, as
they all grow up.  Our suggestion is that while John is still young, we
adopt him to be back with his biological brother.  While still allowing him
to visit you and Layne regularly so that he has continuity through an
extended family.  It may be difficult at first, but it really is the only
right thing to do in the long run."

"It sounds like we are all trying to find what's best for John at this
point and that's a great place to start.  On the one hand, if John had his
full memories, it would be less of an issue as he we would talk to him
about what he wanted, but since he doesn't, we can't ask him to weigh in on
this.  It will be up to all of us, and ultimately the Ministry to decide
what is best for John.  Certainly neither option is ideal after such a long
period of time."

"May we say something?"  Charles interjected.

"Please.  That's what we're here for," Colleen said yielding to him.

"We'll be honest," Charles Campbell said looking at both Colin and I
bluntly.  "With our beliefs, and certainly no disrespect to you gentlemen,
we're not comfortable letting Jimmy live in a house where there is a same
sex couple.  We're sorry, but we're religious people and while we
understand your lifestyle, we wouldn't subject anyone we know to it, and
therefore in good conscious couldn't allow Jimmy to live with you."

As long as he's not being disrespectful, then I can accept that.  That was
sarcasm.

Colin quickly grabbed my arm as I went into attack mode and was about to
spew venom over their homophobic bullshit.  Religion...again!  FUCK!!
That's what they should outlaw.  Imagine how great this world would be
without that bullshit throughout history.  We need a mulligan on believing
in an invisible supreme being with a hate complex.  FUCK FUCK FUCK... I'm
gonna beat these people to death and claim it was gay Jesus that made me do
it in the name of some insane religion I made up too.  The Church of
Fabulous!

Colin was a little calmer than the voice in my head.  See, we're good like
this.  "Well, and no disrespect back to you, there are many religions in
the world.  Many enlightened ones accept all people equally, while a few
still cling to antiquated, out of date beliefs, that only certain people
are welcome.  We wouldn't want to see John grow up in an environment that
teaches him a lack of tolerance for others in the world.  He should, as we
all should, accept everyone for their uniqueness."

`Boom, bitch!  Take that!'  I thought in my head and hoped I hadn't
actually spit it at them out loud.  Colin was still gripping my wrist
firmly.  I don't know if it was to hold me back or keep himself calm.  I'm
guessing it was so I wouldn't reach for the fire poker and spear both of
them.  That might marginally affect our chances of having Jimmy live with
us.

"I know that you believe that your way of life is acceptable in our society
now that laws protect many minorities, but it is still a sin, and we must
stand by what we believe.  We could involve the church and stop any
proceedings," Charles replied sounding less than friendly now.

"Perhaps we keep religion out of this whole process," Colin suggested.  "As
John grows up, he can make his own decision as to what he believes or
doesn't believe.  We think it's fine to introduce someone to religion, the
same as it's fine to introduce them to playing a piano, or learning a
sport.  But to insist that that's the only way to live is very narrow
minded.  I imagine that we'd have a peaceful world if we allowed everyone
to just accept each other as they are without judging.  I'm pretty sure
that even religion states that only God may judge, lest you be judged
yourself, or I am I wrong about that?"

Oh yeah baby.  Throw that shit and see it drip all over them.

He continued.  "But like I mentioned we should keep religion out of the
decision process because for every situation there are two sides, even in
that world.  We need to focus on how best to transition the boys back
together."

"I'd have to agree with that," Colleen said to all of us.  "While families
may choose to raise their family in whatever religion and beliefs they
have, in this case, we are talking about a boy who has been separated from
his sibling due to a terrible accident.  We must now rectify that to the
best of our ability."

"We're sorry, but we have to stand by our decision that we cannot allow a
minor child to be placed in a home without a religious following of the
bible," Vanessa said bluntly

"That's quite the assumption," I said just as bluntly.  I mean she's right.
We wouldn't follow anything as contradictory as the bible, any more than
we're sure a super power country wouldn't follow a leader who was
constantly contradictory, bigoted or racist.  "As Colin mentioned, there
are many religions.  We may just choose to follow one different from yours,
but no less right or wrong."

"We would not allow our son to be around the homosexual lifestyle and
agenda," Vanessa said firmly, with her original sweetness and charm having
dissipated.

"We accept that you can dictate that to your son until he's old enough to
make his own decisions, and create his own opinions, but since John is NOT
your son, we could equally insist that he not be left in any environment
that would teach him hate or intolerance," Colin said back to her.

"She's right Colin," I said looking at him.  "Leviticus does say that a man
may not lie with another man like he does a woman.  I think we should be
looking at the complete picture here and be concerned for both Jimmy and
Layne, Colleen.  It's obvious that they're both in imminent danger."

"I'm not following," Colleen said looking at me with a slight frown.

"As the Campbells mentioned, they are very religious, so it's only natural
that they'd be concerned about Jimmy being around us.  But in the same
chapter of Leviticus, along with Deuteronomy and Exodus, if a child swears,
is stubborn or rebellious, or strikes a parent, they are to be put to
death.  Kids are pretty vocal nowadays, so I'm a little scared for their
safety after hearing them mention their beliefs.  Obviously religious
people wouldn't just cherry pick from the bible.  That wouldn't make any
sense.  Would you please investigate which of the two sides might be the
bigger concern?  I mean we wouldn't make Jimmy gay.  He'd be free to choose
when he's older, but obviously there's not a lot of wiggle room if he's
rebellious or stubborn, or swears, even."

Vanessa looked at Charles, and he stared at me with...let's say...daggers,
in his eyes.  Now that's a fuckin' clap back!  Sorry, I just swore.  I'll
go get the stones.  Wait, do we require actual stones, or drugs?  `Stoned'
to death is pretty vague.  It could just be an overdose.

"I'll leave the whole not working on the Sabbath thing out for now, because
it's too confusing to know whether it goes from Friday sunset to Saturday
sunset, or is just Saturday, or now Sunday?  I'd say to be safe, the boys
probably shouldn't do any chores on the weekend.  God can be a bit
revengeful if you get it wrong.  He's a bit of an asshole, and you'd have
to stone them to death for it.  Look at what the whole village did to that
guy just for collecting wood on the Sabbath in Numbers verse 15."

Colin almost broke my hand he was squeezing it so hard, and the Campbells
looked like I'd just eaten shellfish in front of them while showing off my
tattoos and freshly shaved face, and wearing a cotton/poly blend.  It's a
thing, look it up.  Colleen was trying hard not to react to my response.

All I could really think about was her son, who was being blown, fucked,
and spit roast as part of the homosexual lifestyle and agenda, on a regular
basis...and loving it!  He can't get enough.  Christ, even Jimmy can't wait
to grow up to get his dick in someone, although in fairness that someone
could as easily be a girl as much as a guy.  Please let me tell her that
Charles' brother is a big old queer bear who likes taking their son to the
woods for gang bangs, and he's had Layne pierced and circumcised.  Let's
see how that fits your fucking agenda!

"I can see that there is a strong value system in play for all of you, but
we're here just to meet and decide what is next for the boys.  Colin,
Justin.  We've agreed that so far Blake has not been informed of John."
Colleen reiterated, as she took charge of the conference.

"Yes.  He's not aware at this point," I replied.

"We have let Jimmy know of his real name and that he has a brother, but
that initial information was to see if it may help his memory.  Has there
been any improvement there?"

"Not from a memory standpoint, but he has been asking questions about what
we know, and he seems to really be struggling with the new information,"
Vanessa replied.  "That's why we think we should proceed much slower.  Give
him time to process."

"It's never a bad idea to allow that, but the situation is complex.  Once
Blake knows of John, he's going to insist that he be allowed to see him,
and at 14, he is certainly old enough to have a say in the matter.  We have
discussed the general situation with a couple of family court judges and
lawyers, and they all agree that while the decision lies with the ministry,
to make the wrong decision would set us up for a potential court challenge
when Blake is old enough to assume responsibility for his younger sibling.
That would make him 18 and John 14."

"That would be a terrible age to uproot Jimmy," Charles admitted.

"On that, we can wholeheartedly agree," I said nodding.

"It would however make Jimmy...John, of an age where he could decide what
is best for him.  Blake could sue the court, and any of the officials
involved in the investigation that caused this in the first place," Colleen
said looking at Colin and I.  "I know that you have substantial resources
if he were to go down that path, but again, we're trying to do what is best
for both boys."

"I think taking legal action against the investigators is a given,
regardless of how this turns out.  Their incompetence is what led to this.
The fire tragedy was terrible enough, but to compound it with this
egregious error is unforgivable," Colin told her.  "If Blake were to
petition the court at 18 what would happen?"

"That's an unknown at this juncture.  By that time Jimmy would have been
with the Campbells seven years and it might seem cruel to remove him.  On
the other hand, a good lawyer could argue that his placement and adoption
should never have happened in the first place, especially considering we
know that information today."

"I understood from our past conversations that the adoption was currently
on hold," Colin said looking directly at her, but making his point
absolutely clear to the Campbells.

"It is while we work out a solution," she admitted.

"Where do we go from here?"  Vanessa asked Colleen, still holding her
husband's hand as if to prove they were a loving couple desperate to bring
John up in a Brady Bunch lifestyle. `Here's the story of an intolerant
family, who were bringing up two very lovely boys.  One of them a big ole
queer, like his uncle.  The other one in chains.'  In my head this sounds
like an appropriate theme song...

Now it was Colleen's turn.  After all, technically she was in charge.
"While we have several points of disagreement on how to resolve this.  I
think what is in agreement is that the boys should get to know each other
again.  I recommend that we let Blake know about Jimmy, and inform him what
happened.  From what you've told me, he's mature enough to understand.  It
will no doubt be a shock, but once he's ready and in the right mindset,
we'll arrange to have the boys get together, somewhere neutral.  See how
that goes.  Jimmy may quickly remember Blake, or he may not.  Blake will be
the one with the memories, so maybe talk about ways he can slowly introduce
Jimmy to some of the things they did as kids before the accident.  If it
goes well, we plan a few more meetings.  Maybe spend time at each house."

"I wouldn't want that to be unsupervised visits," Charles said bluntly.

"Agreed," I said.  "At least the first few times should be with the adults
around so that we can be there if one of them is having difficulties."
And...if one family...the Campbells...tries brainwashing conversion therapy
on someone, I can be there to intervene.  Wonder if I can borrow that fire
poker?  I'll have to watch both Blake and Colin for that conversion stuff.
Especially Colin.  He's pretty susceptible to brainwashing.  I mean he lets
me have sex with him all the time when I suggest it.

"I think it's going to take time, and how we proceed forward will
ultimately all hinge on whether or not Jimmy remembers and recognizes
Blake.  He may immediately know who he is and things will be a lot easier
for him, or he may not remember, in which case we'd have to take additional
time.  Are we all in agreement on our next step?"

"We can agree to the visits in a neutral location for the first couple of
visits," Charles said as we nodded.  "As for anything beyond that, we have
to stand by our original objection that child services not allow Jimmy to
placed into a homosexual lifestyle.  We'd rather see him in a third-party
neutral setting than to permit such an upbringing.  Nothing personal, you
understand."

Nothing personal?  Nothing personal?  How does it get any more personal
than that you homophobic bigot?

Colin laughed...and not a little laugh...he did it loudly.  "That felt
pretty personal.  Please remember, these boys are biological siblings.  No
matter what happens down the road, they deserve to have a relationship with
each other despite our differences.  We will want to ensure that THAT is
our final objective."

He keeps forgetting to add...so suck it bitches!  Can I PLEASE say it out
loud now?  PLEASE!

"I'd like to thank you all for taking the time meet.  Colin and Justin, I
think the next step is yours with Blake.  Feel free to contact me if you
need help from a social worker.  Meanwhile, let's just continue as we are
until we see how this next step plays out."

"Before we leave, we could throw out one last suggestion for you to
consider," Charles said looking at his wife as we all stood up to end the
meeting.  "Let us adopt Blake as well.  Keep all three boys together as
brothers with us."

"We wouldn't consider that option at all, but because Blake is 14, we won't
hide the idea from him when the time comes." Colin said bluntly.  He took
my hand, overemphasizing that we were a couple.

"I'll wait for you to tell Blake before we plan a time for the boys to get
together.  Meanwhile, we should all keep working on the best plan to
reunite the boys," Colleen said.  The Campbells stood up quickly.  There
was no pleasant handshake this time.  I'm guessing our homosexual lifestyle
might leak all over them.  I might even consider wiping my `agenda' on
their curtains if I go over to their house on a visit.  I won't even tell
you where I store my agenda when I go out...it's my butt.  I keep it in my
butt...

Once they left, I turned to Colin.  "Were you gripping my arm so I wouldn't
kill them?"

"I was using your energy to prevent me from losing it," he said shaking his
head.

"You weren't serious about giving Blake the option of being adopted by
them, were you?"

"I don't think we should hide any possible options from him, but could you
imagine turning him loose on that?  I'd be tempted to let him stay there
for a bit just to see the fireworks."

"You know...this might be our opportunity to trade Blake in," I joked.

Colleen just smiled.  "I recommend treading carefully with the Campbells.
They do have very strong beliefs and could stir a few things up to prevent
this from moving forward as quickly as we'd like."

"I didn't say anything in front of them as I think things were heated
enough, but I want to make it clear to you that we will never allow the
Campbells to adopt Jimmy.  Even if we have to stay in court until Jimmy is
18 to block it.  Could they block us from getting Jimmy back with his
brother?"

"Not on the grounds of sexual orientation, but they might try to find
leverage to prove that you're unfit parents, or that your lifestyle is not
conducive to raising a child.  Would there be any aspect of your lifestyle
that they could use against you in court to stop us placing John with you?"

"I doubt it," Colin replied quickly.  "I mean we all have faults like any
family, but being gay isn't one of them."

"There is something you should know in case it flares up at some point.  It
hadn't seemed important before now, but after this conversation, you
probably should be aware of it.  Both Layne and his Uncle Steve are gay.
That's how I met them originally.  Obviously, Charles and Vanessa have no
idea as you can imagine, but if it does come to light, Layne could be in
for some difficult times.  He doesn't want them to know until he's old
enough to move out on his own as he figures they'll disown him."

"Well, we'll never reveal that to them, but we'll certainly keep an eye
out.  Does Jimmy know this?"

"I think he's too young to understand it.  They have very different rules
between the two houses.  Frankly with the boys spending six months a year
at each house, I have no idea how they even keep the rules straight.  No
pun intended."

"Wait.  What do you mean they spend six months of the year at each house?"
Colin asked surprised.

"Sorry. I thought you were aware of their arrangement.  I'm not looking to
create problems.  I just thought you needed to know that Layne was actually
gay and hiding it from his parents."

"I get that, which is fine.  He wouldn't be the first...or last boy to do
so.  What is the reason that they move between houses?"

"I think it's just for convenience.  Charles and Vanessa travel a lot
apparently, so when they're away, I guess it's easier to have the boys stay
with Steve than go with them.  Would be too difficult to pull them out of
school, I suppose.  If I understand correctly, they spend a few weeks or a
month at time with their uncle while the Campbells travel."

"I'll have to look into that, but don't worry.  I'll do it without
revealing where I heard it, or their sexual orientation.  But we approved
Charles and Vanessa and foster parents, not the uncle.  If he wants to have
regular custody for extended periods, we'd have to vet him."

"I shouldn't have said anything.  Sorry.  I know Layne loves staying with
his uncle as he has more freedom to be himself there.  I wouldn't want
anything to affect that."

"We have no jurisdiction to where or how Layne is raised if he's not in
danger, which doesn't appear to be the case. We just have to make sure that
their uncle has a suitable home for them."

"I'm sure it's fine," I nodded.  Meanwhile, we'll make sure we don't have
anything dangling out there that might be used against us in court."

"We agree. I recommend that you evaluate every part of your life for the
next little while, and if anything could be construed as unacceptable to
people as religious as the Campbells, you may want to tone it down or be
cautious about how it might be perceived.  No doubt they'll hire
investigators to prove their case."

In my mind, I have no idea what we could change.  I'm pretty sure we're
fine.  Skinny dipping, naked parties, group orgies, multiple sex partners
for everyone.  Blake not sure if he likes boys or girls yet and trying them
out to see which might be of interest.  Letting Blake drive cars at the
speedway without a license?  Nope, seems pretty normal to me.  Maybe they
mean the type of food we eat?  Time to limit the pop and junk food, and
maybe any movie with more than a 14A rating for now.  I wonder if a private
investigator could see our internet search history.  I'm gonna have to
clear all those sites that bash politics so that I don't look too
controversial, politically.  I think the porn sites are fine.  Everyone
looks at porn, even religious people.  This was gonna take some work.

"We'll be sure to let everyone know to be on their best behaviour, right
Justin?"  He said grinning at me.

"Exactly.  We'll hire a chef to ensure that we're serving wholesome meals
from now on," I nodded.  "Just a quick question.  Would skinny dipping be
good or bad in the pool?"

"Honestly, we don't care, but the less that the Campbells could use to
tarnish your image, the less chance anyone will even hear their case."

"We'll stop by the tarnish cleaner warehouse and buy them out," Colin
laughed.  Colleen just smiled.  I hope they're not referring to me.  I'm
not tarnished anywhere.  I shower daily and use the bidet regularly.  I
know what you thought I was going to say I polish my knob regularly, but
I'm more mature than that now.

She said she'd continue to keep us informed of the progress.  We thanked
her and left the office.

"There is one option we haven't explored," I said to Colin on the way back
to the car.

"Which is?"

"Have Layne tell his parents he's gay.  He already said that they'd throw
him out.  Problem solved.  We'd offer to take Layne in so he and Jimmy
could stay together as brothers, and WE would have all three boys instead
of those assholes.  Let them live their lives in the bigot fog."

"You really want that drama?"

"No.  It's just fun to think about kicking them in the nuts and watching
them crumble as they lose everything due to their Neanderthal opinions.
Ohhh..wait!!"  I said jumping around in front of him excitedly.  "I have
it!"

"Well don't give it to me," he grinned.  "You know you're a drama queen,
right?"

"With a tiara!!  I have the complete solution to all of this.  You're an
American, so you could buy Layne as a slave.  He'd be a foreigner, so in
one part of the bible they allow that, or I'm pretty sure it even says you
can buy foreign children.  Either option works.  I dunno how much a
16-year-old goes for, but we could make an offer."

"For a guy who doesn't believe in religion, you sure know a lot about it."

"Just the parts they like to ignore when they spout homophobic shit at us.
You gotta fight fire with fire.  Which actually is pretty stupid because
that just gives you a bigger fire.  You really should fight fire with
water, or foam.  Just saying.  Not all quotes should be obeyed."

Once back in the car, Colin turned to look at me.  "You know what all this
means, right?"

"Yeah, all too well.  It means that you're gonna have to be careful about
how you dress for work from now on.  Shit, the other day, you had black
shoes and a brown belt.  What the hell were you thinking?  That would
tarnish our image to the point we might never recover."

"Funny.  It means we're going to have to tell everyone what is going on and
adjust our activities around the house to avoid a scandal."

"I know.  What would the society pages say?"  I chuckled, trying to
downplay this.  "It's a good point though.  I'll also have to deal with
Layne before the boys meet.  He's been over to the house several times now,
and I found out the other day, that Blake's been over to their house.
Fortunately Charles and Vanessa weren't home so they never met him."

"We need to bring that to a stop.  If the Campbells find out their real son
is hanging out with us, it could create some real controversy," Colin
replied.

"Wonder how much controversy it'd cause if they knew their kid was a little
power bottom?"

"I'd say it'd be a shit storm, to put it mildly.  I'm sure they'd blame us
for it, and not only would it affect Blake getting his brother back; people
like the Campbells might even try to sue us for corrupting their son."

"We could counter sue for the Uncle corrupting me."

"We'd lose," Colin laughed.  "I think the first thing we do is tell
everyone else what is going on...without Blake present.  Then we'll let
Blake know about John.  That is NOT going to be a fun conversation.  Thank
god he's 14 now and not 10.  Hopefully the added maturity will help him
deal."

"We can only hope," I said honestly, feeling like I might need to hurl.  I
think I'm having one of Darcy's panic attacks.  While we look up how much
you're supposed to pay for a foreign slave, I'll see if there's any advice
on how to tell your kid about a long-lost brother, who was assumed dead.  I
am not looking forward to that, but I suppose the sooner we do it the
better.  I have to debate whether it'll be better to be drunk or stoned
when I tell him.



End of Chapter.

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