Date: Sat, 24 Dec 2022 08:20:23 -0800
From: Dave <outinwest@gmail.com>
Subject: The Society Boys Part 194

The Society Boys
By Connor Matthews

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Chapter 194

We had finally managed to get our schedules all lined up so that we were
able to get together with Brandon, Randy, Aaron, and his new boyfriend,
Roman.  I don't think Aaron had planned to show, but when we told him that
Kyle and Chance had moved out and wouldn't be there, he seemed a little
more eager to show up.  I wondered if Aaron might still have feeling for
Kyle and didn't want it to show around Roman, or if maybe he just didn't
want meet Roman to meet his ex in case Kyle tried to take him away.
Doesn't really matter, I just wonder, that's all.

It sure wasn't like the old days.  You never think of yourself as growing
up and maturing, but when you get together with old friends from when you
were a teenager, you notice it.  Back in the day...look at me, thinking of
things as `back in the day'.  Only a matter of time before I say `you know,
Sonny, when I was your age...'  Anyway, back in the day, I remember us
jumping in the pool at their house, and before you knew it sex was
happening.  This time we had drinks and a BBQ as we talked about how our
lives were going.

Colin talked to Brandon and Randy about the old company, which they were
still a part of.  I talked to Aaron about his relationship with Roman, and
it seemed like they were really happy together.  I couldn't believe how
Aaron had gone from being a skinny teenager to the strong muscular build he
had now.  You could see that the two of them hit the gym a lot.  I wondered
how the stitching in their shirts was holding up, or maybe they had just
painted them on.  We introduced them to J.J. who quickly warmed up to
everyone, especially when Aaron and Roman kept complimenting him on his
muscles when he flexed for them.  There were no muscles.  The kid is ten,
but you'd think he was Mr. Olympia from the attention he was getting.

Of course Blake joined us, and was surprisingly well behaved.  They all
were impressed by how much he'd changed, which I guess is normal since kids
seem to change much more rapidly than adults.  To my actual surprise, he
never hit on any of them, and at no point did we get anyone out of their
clothes.  It was a truly adult get together, almost hetero normative.  It's
kind of scary actually.  Gay has become so accepted that we think we can
now just act like all the other folk.  That better not catch on anytime
soon, or I'll be drinking beer in my tighty whiteys and forgetting to shave
things.

It was a nice visit with the guys and felt good to catch up and just hang
out.  Let's face it though, in the back of my head I was still wondering
how much fun it would be to get Aaron and Roman into a group thing.  I'm
now kicking myself that I wasn't there for Roman's initiation into the Q.
They were all interested in how the collection of cars had grown. Ever
since I was in high school and got to use Colin's car, I still find it
fascinating how they attract so much attention.  Maybe I'd go `Roman'
around in one for a way to get someone into bed.

It was more than a couple weeks later before I saw quarterback jock, North,
again.  He arrived with Blake, Sienna, and another girl.  That seems like
it's going to limit any massage happening today.  What is it with straight
boys wanting girls around all the time?

"Hey Dad.  We're just gonna do some homework before we go swimming.  This
is North's girlfriend Chloe," he announced.

"Nice to meet you.  I'm Justin."

"Hi," she said quietly.  To me she seemed almost too mild and shy to be
North's girlfriend considering how outgoing he was, but maybe it's true
that opposites attract.  Wait!  That better not be true.  Because Colin is
smoking hot and super successful.  That would mean I'm the ugly one and a
failure.  Damn it, now I'm going to have to go to therapy.  NATE!!

"You guys go ahead upstairs, I just have to talk to Justin for a minute,"
North said to the group.

I heard Blake explain to them that we liked to talk football as they headed
up to his bedroom.  Like I have any idea about the game.  I just like the
spandex pants they wear.

"Is that the girl you mention when you were over here last?  The one you
were interested in?"  I inquired, as I was sure that was the name he'd
said.

"Yeah.  Figured I should just go ask her out," he nodded.

"She seems a little shy and quiet, but she's very cute," I said making
small talk.

"Yeah, she's a great girlfriend.  Strange thing is she's only quiet around
older people.  At school or when we're at a party, she's a lot more
talkative."

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?"

"Could we go some place private?"  He asked.  This whole house was pretty
private, but I understood.  Basically, he's a straight boy.  That says it
all.

I took North into the office and locked the door behind us.  "Is this
private enough?"  I asked grinning.

"Perfect.  I wanted to thank you for suggesting me to your pool cleaning
company.  They hired me, and it's perfect because they have super flexible
hours which is really a plus.  Not to mention that it pays well."

"You're welcome.  Glad I could help, but you didn't need to talk to me in
private.  I was happy to help you."

"Oh, it's not that.  From what they said I think you can make a lot of tips
if you provide extra services for some of their clients if they hint at
it."

"I'm sure you could.  Like I said you're sexy, and having that muscular
body in tight shorts is going to drive several people into hormone
overdrive.  Do you think you'd be comfortable with that?"

"I dunno.  I don't think I would if it was some really old cougar type, or
an old wrinkly guy, but people around our age, sure.  I guess I could
handle that.  They asked if I'd be okay working with another pool attendant
on bigger jobs."

"And why wouldn't you be?" I asked.

"Ummm...I kinda go the impression they weren't talking about pool cleaning
by that point," he said nervously.

"So, if some hot pool boy came over and lifted your shirt off over your
head..."  I lifted his shirt off over his head.  "...and pinched your
nipples..."  I pinched his nipples and he shivered slightly.  "...or ran
his hand down your chest and into your pants to check out the merch..."  I
ran my hands down his chest to the top of his pants, but he stopped me
before I could slide into them.

"I have to get back upstairs or they'll wonder what's taking so long," he
stammered.

"I know the guys at the company.  If you're into something, go for it, if
you're not, just be open and honest, and politely decline."

"Would they fire me if I said no?"

"I doubt it.  They may just put you onto some of the less profitable cleans
where you end up with only the hourly wage."

"Which is okay because it's pretty good pay anyway.  Anyway, I just wanted
to say thanks for setting that up for me.  I owe you one."

"At least one," I grinned as he pulled his shirt back on.  "Hopefully
you'll be assigned to clean our pool because I'd look forward to having a
naked pool boy in need of a massage."

"I don't think we work naked," he said with a small grin.

"I'll bet you will at some places.  Once they see that solid ass out of
your shorts, they'll never want it covered up again.  I mean I'll happily
give you a massage every time you're over here," I teased, getting him to
blush just a little.  "Are the four of you really going upstairs to do
homework?  I can't imagine what sort of homework would you possibly have in
common with two 14-year-olds."

"God, I hope not," He smiled.  "I believe Blake was just saying that to you
because Chloe hasn't been here before, and wouldn't know how to respond.
The plan is that we swap girlfriends after we start making out.  Hopefully
Chloe will go along with the plan."

"At the very least, ask Blake for a blowjob in front of them both.  He'd
never refuse, no matter who's watching.  If Chloe responds to it, ask her
what else she'd like to see.  Maybe she's wild enough to surprise you more
than you know.

"I'll read the room.  I'm sure Blake will try something anyway.  Even if
it's just an ass grab, or feeling me inside his girlfriend."

"You're getting to know him well."

We left the office and he raced upstairs.  North would be fun to have
around here.  He has a totally different build than most boys that show up.
He was muscular with a huge ass and average size cock.  It'd make the guys
have to work a bit on learning how to enjoy him.  Straight boys are fun,
but they lack the capacity for more than one fuck at a time.  It's a
genetic flaw they all have.  Some you can convince to go a second time, but
only after you let them recharge for 15 minutes or so.

It wasn't long before the foursome came back downstairs, heading for the
pool.  All of them were in swimsuits, so either their `homework' didn't go
as planned, or they were doing it for Chloe's benefit.  God knows Sienna
would be naked if she was just with Blake, and North would have followed
their lead.  I didn't bother to check on them, only seeing them go past a
little later, still in their swim wear.

Once Blake's visitors had left, he came and joined me on the couch, sitting
smiling at me without saying anything.  "What?"  I asked wondering if I had
something on my face.

"Nothing.  You fucked North when he asked to talk, didn't you?"

"What makes you think that?" I asked trying to sound innocent.

"Oh, I dunno, maybe the fact he came to my room all horny, and couldn't
wait to get to the sex."

"You mean homework?"  I teased.  "Like a jock straight boy wouldn't already
be horny when a girlfriend swap is on offer.

"Homework, sex...same difference.  He told you about that plan, huh?" he
said looking proud of himself.  "He was basically flinging his clothes off
the second he walked in the bedroom.  He did stop in the bathroom first,
though, so I'm guessing you nutted in his ass?"

"Where I nut is none of your business," I smirked, "but no, I didn't fuck
him.  That would have taken too long, and he knew you were all waiting for
him.  He just wanted to thank me for helping him get a job as a pool boy."

"Nice.  So he'll be cleaning our pool?  Is he about to be community
property, like Kurt?"

"I don't know if they'd send him here or not.  I also don't think Kurt
would appreciate being called community property," I laughed as I put my
arm around him and pulled him into a side hug.

"He kinda is, but I'd never say it to his face.  Mostly because he's always
turned away from me," he giggled.  "If you know what I mean."

"Everyone knows what you mean, all the time.  You're not exactly subtle.
How was the homework session?" I asked with a smirk.

"That was great.  Chloe was watching North pretty closely when he started
fucking Sienna, so I'm not sure if she was jealous, or if it was turning
her on.  She was reluctant to have sex with me at first, but North told her
that a lot of the senior parties were like this, and she should get used to
it if she wanted to be his girlfriend long term.  I think that swayed her
opinion, and she opened her legs for me after that.  It's all about the
peer pressure.  Wanna stay popular, you do what the popular kids do."

"If all your friends jumped off a bridge, you'd just follow them?"

"Bitch please.  If we're jumping off a bridge it would have been my idea,
and they'd all be following me," he bragged narcissistically. "Anyway,
Chloe was still pretty nervous about the whole thing.  She moaned a lot as
I pushed it in her, but then she's not used to a cock the size of mine,
only North's.  Chloe's pretty new to sex, so I hope I didn't ruin her pussy
for him."

"I think they're pretty resilient.  They bounce back like memory foam.
Anything happen other than you two swapping girls?"  I wanted to know if
North had manned up, and let some boy-on-boy action take place.

"North and me had a bit of a race to see who could blast them full of cum
first.  I won!"

"I hope you mean that metaphorically and that you were wearing a condom," I
said doing some required parenting at this point.  You gotta set boundaries
for your kids or they run amuck.

"I wore one with Chloe because she's not on the pill yet.  North didn't
need one with Sienna, and kept telling all of us how much better it was
raw.  I think that was a hint at Chloe to get on to the pill."

Good to see you being responsible, Blake.  "Always wear the raincoat with a
girl, because when it's time for the cloudburst, you want to be protected."

"Condoms suck Dad.  I mean I know why we have to wear them, we get that
info in school, but it feels soooo much better without."

"That why I stick to fucking guys.  Like I've said before, no matter how
much you fuck them, you'll never get one pregnant."

"Unless its' a FTM trans guy," he reasoned.  "I just need to hang out with
girls who like it up the ass.  No way they can get pregnant from anal,
right?"

"Right.  But anal is more a guy thing.  From what I know of girls, they
mostly dislike anal.  That's what their vaginas are for."

"I know.  Sienna doesn't like it up the butt at all.  I mean like not at
ALL," he beamed as he stared at me.  He snapped his fingers suddenly.
"That reminds me.  You know how Sienna really thinks you're pretty hot?
Although no idea why."

"Yeah."

"She asked if I thought you'd have sex with her if she let you go in the
backdoor.  She said she knows you like her boobs, so she wondered if maybe
doggy styling her in the ass and playing with boobs might convince you.
Would it?"

I laughed.  "Why would you want me to fuck your girlfriend?"

"Oh, it's not my idea.  It's Sienna's.  Most guys don't say no to her when
she asks, so I think she sees you as a challenge.  Same way we find
straight boys a challenge."

"I thought you just said she hates anal," I reasoned.

"She does, so that shows how badly she must want you.  She said it'd even
be hotter if while you were fucking her, she could suck my cock at the same
time."

"Trust you to get a girl like Sienna and not some sweet girl saving herself
for marriage," I teased.

"Like I'd want that type ever.  That type is likely to get married, have
sex on their wedding night and find out she's actually a lesbian.  I've
probably had more girls than you, Dad, so I know what they like more."

"Not sure if you're bragging, or trying to make me hurl up my lunch, but I
certainly won't disagree with that.  You do know though, that I could
easily get as many girls as you, if not more, if I wanted girls."

"Sure Dad.  You keep thinking that if it makes you feel younger."

"Do you really think I'm old, or are you just being a teenager?"

"Trust me, compared to my friend's parents, you're not even close to old.
You're still basically a big teenager.  I only bug ya because that's what
kids my age are supposed to do with parents.  No way my friends would want
their parents hanging out with them, so I make it seem like I'm the same.
I like to fit in ya know."

I laughed, loud.  "Now that's funny.  Since when do YOU try to fit in?
Mostly you make others fit your mold."

"Is that what we're calling my ass now?  My mold?  It'll never catch on,"
he chuckled.  "But seriously Dad, and I'll deny it if you ask me to repeat
it, you and Colin are maybe the best parents a guy could ever want.  You
make sure I'm okay all the time, but you let me grow up and try new things
as my interests change, which is cool.  A lot of parents say no to their
kids all the time, even for things like `can I get a snack?' or `can I wear
the same socks as yesterday?'

"Or can I get a tiger for the back yard," I added.

"Or that," he smiled.  "But mostly, you guys are the best."

"Thanks Blake.  That was nice to hear."

"No worries, Dad.  I meant it.  All my friends that have met you guys, say
they wish they had parents and brothers like you.  They even like it when
you hang around with us.  I don't know what would have happened if you
hadn't adopted me.  I'd probably be a heroin addict living in a tent park
somewhere, selling my cock for my next fix."

"Graphic.  Something tells me you'd have been just fine, but we're glad we
adopted you too.  I can't wait until we're cleared to adopt J.J. too."

"Yeah, he needs it."

"Now the big question.  Did you two convince Sienna and Chloe to fool
around together?"

"Yeh, but they didn't do much.  I guess they weren't into eating each
other's pussies, but they did lie on their sides kissing and rubbing
against each other.  It's kinda fun watching boobs squished together.  It
got North super horny watching them, so he lay down behind Sienna, and
lifted her leg up so he could fuck her again.  I did the same thing with
Chloe.  That was hot.  I could see both Sienna and North going at it while
I was inside Chloe.  That was enough to get us cumming again."

"Sounds like the four of you are really becoming good friends.  You'll be
the two power couples in that school."

"We already are."

"Did you and North do anything together?"

"Dad, if you want to know if we fucked, you should just say that.  No need
to be all PC about it."

"Fine smart ass, did you and North fuck?"

"Nope.  Most I got to do was jerk him off as the two girls kissed.  North
asked me for a blowjob, but Chloe said that would be gross.  North backed
down, and told her he was just kidding.  That pretty much ruled out fucking
him after that.  Sienna blew him instead, while I played with Chloe's boobs
and fingered her pussy."

"I hope you washed those fingers with disinfecting antibacterial scrub."

"No way dude.  You want that sweet stink of hot pussy juice to prove to
your friends you've been all up in that.  Smell the great aroma," he said
sticking two fingers under my nose.

"Gross!"  I said as I grabbed his hand, and wrestled him down onto the
couch, getting on top of him.  "How'd you like it if I shove two fingers up
your pussy and let you smell them?"  I threatened.

"Kinky.  After all that hard work of pussy banging, I could use a decent
size cock in my ass to scratch the itch.  Think Troy might be available?"
He giggled.

"Shut up.  I'm glad you had fun though.  Too bad Chloe isn't into watching
two boys.  That could really change the fun the four of you have."

"I know right?  I'm sure North will work on it.  Ummm...since you're
already on top of me, I could just pull the back of my pants down if you
wanna fuck me.  I'd appreciate it," he offered.

"I think you've had enough sex for today."

He gently and slowly slapped each side of my face, making `tsshhh, tssshhh'
noise with each hit.  "Them's fightin' words.  No such thing as too much
sex."

Just as he said it the front door opened and we looked over to see
J.P. arriving home.  Blake got up and raced over to him.  "Hey J.P.!"  he
said excitedly.  "I'm glad you're home.  Justin's being mean to me."

"He is huh?  What'd he do?  Not let you drive a Lambo to school?"
J.P. said as they headed over to me.

"No, but probably that too.  He won't fuck me," he said faking a whine.
"I'm all horny after my four-way with Sienna, North and Chloe, North's
girlfriend, but I never got fucked, so I'm having withdrawals."

"Isn't that where you pull out after cumming?"  J.P. joked.

"Huh?"

"Withdrawals," he clarified.

"Oh yeah.  Funny.  So, will you fuck me?  You're better at it anyway," he
asked again, this time holding J.P.'s hand.

"How could I refuse after that compliment?"  He said.  "Catch you later,
Justin."

As the two guys went to head upstairs, Blake turned his head and stuck his
tongue out at me, playfully.  I guess he's getting that fuck after all.
I'm gonna stick close to the front door in case North returns for a good
deep dicking.  He didn't.

Over the past couple months, I'd been involved with our revenge café
venture, and by involved, I meant I kept asking Colin how it was going.
Colin just calls it a charity café, but we all know it's retaliatory for
me not being allowed an eclair.  I have to admit, Colin was impressive to
watch as he steered the ship, or the café, in this case.  He said he had
a crack team on it, but I suggested that he use people not on crack.
They'd fuck too much shit up, or maybe get it so perfect we forget the
mission statement.  To thoroughly and resoundingly pummel the shit out of
the homophobic bakery, or `to bring necessities to...blah, blah, blah,
something, something.  So far Colin's team had researched the biggest
selling items in the Nadall's bakery, and then found other bakeries who did
those things better.  They worked out with them how much they could supply
us with daily, and those items we would just give away.  Those companies
were providing us with the baked goods at cost as long as we ensured their
company logos were on them.

The payback team, as I called them, arranged with several other bakeries to
supply us with their best items, as part of the selection to give with the
coffee, or sell at cost plus 10%.  Once they had that in place, we hired an
operating manager to run things, and he took over as the lead on the
project.  At least this manager wouldn't have to worry about trimming
costs, and making excessive profits to please shareholders.  He only had to
make sure we gave away enough stuff to close down the bakery across the
street, or have them change their ways.  Seems like I'd be a good manager
with a mandate like that.

A couple days before our opening, Colin and I went to check it all out.  I
almost didn't recognize the place.  It had been transformed.  (Imagine an
overhead sparkly starburst light and a ta-da at this point...for effect.)
The front section was just like a real bakery, with the display cases set
up for all the fancy baked goods, while the left side had racks for the
three types of bread we were giving away.  I think it was going to be
sourdough, whole grain, and white.  I learned that we'd also be giving away
three flavours of muffins, and two types of cookies. Each person could take
enough for a family of four each day.  I'm guessing if they had five or
six, then they could just let them starve, or sell the extra kids on the
black market.  I'm thinking they charge per kilogram?

The kitchen had been cleaned up and redesigned to do in-store baking, if we
ever decided to do that, but for now it was just going to be used to finish
some pre-made items.  Normally you'd have that smell to get people to buy
more.  In this case we just wanted the smell to give people a great
experience.  As promised, regular coffee was a dollar, and the fancy
coffees like a latte, or cappuccino were two bucks.  Both those prices had
tax included so we didn't have to deal with change.  We weren't going to
get into all the super fancy stuff like Starbucks, just the basics.  Once
they got their coffee, they could pick a baked good, included with it.  A
sidewalk patio had been set up in front of both our store and the thrift
store, so that it was twice as large as it might normally be.  People see a
crowd, and they'll come over to check it out.  I wonder if having hot
shirtless waiters would be a good idea.  I kept that thought to myself to
use in case we needed to speed up the closing of the anti-gay bakery.

The wall between the thrift store and us had been partially removed, with a
new transition type space between us.  They'd put things like sugar, flour,
salt, and other such things that you might use to bake something wonderful.
Additionally, they'd put tools and pans to cook with as well.  All of them
at prices well below what you'd see at a regular store.  They were being
offered at just pennies over cost, but designed to drive traffic deeper
into the thrift store.

"You do realize this is going to be a giant money pit for you, especially
if it's successful," Donna, the owner of the thrift store, said to us as we
walked around.

"That's fine.  The idea is to do something different than just giving out
free food to everyone.  We want people with limited funds to be able to
enjoy life and feel part of the community as well.  All the baked goods
will be offered at cost plus 10%, which hopefully will get the attention of
your homophobic neighbours."

"He's nasty enough to retaliate," she warned.

"That's okay.  We're ready for that.  We've listed the business as a
non-profit, and promised the city that we'd provide a minimum of $1,000,000
per year to your charity for the homeless youth.  I signed a contract with
the understanding that even if we voluntarily closed, we'd donate for a
minimum of ten years," Colin told her.

Donna was obviously overwhelmed by his reveal, as she stood back in
disbelief.  "I don't know what to say.  All I've wanted to do was to give
back to the organization that helped me as a kid.  They gave me a safe
place to live, and the skills and education to succeed.  I don't know how
to thank you for doing this.  No matter your underlying reason, you're
doing a wonderful thing for so many people.  Do I have consent to hug you?"

"You always have consent for hugs," Colin grinned as she leaned in, and
gave him a good solid hug before requesting permission to hug me as well.
I'm a hugger, so of course I agreed.  With such a great hug, I might be a
they/them now, although if I'm going to decide on pronouns, I'm leaning
towards this/that.  Although I am toying with whenever/wherever.  Someone
said I had to use personal pronouns, so how about we/us?  That should fuck
some shit up.

Our new manager was Garrett, and he seemed to know what he was doing.  He
had all the bakery deliveries scheduled daily, and a staff that we were
paying a living wage.  Almost all of them were the young people from the
organization we were helping, so that was a triple win as far as I was
concerned.  We were donating directly, giving their residents work
experience and a living, and most of all, about to piss off a prick.

Opening day we'd planned for a Saturday morning, and used the Q network to
send out messages to as many people as we could.  Ideally that would be
shared and spread wider.  We also mentioned the thrift store, and to donate
any times they were done with as a way to help.  Get ready for the
sparkliest and most fashionable thrift store in the entire lower mainland,
outside of the gay village, of course.  The neighbourhood would quickly see
the spending power of a few hundred DINKS (double income no kids).  In a
separate notice to all the `Q', we let them know about the homophobic
people running the bakery, and told them to ensure they did not shop there
while in the area, and to warn others.  That should help.  You may not want
to tweet that out to the general public, or you'll have sides forming.
Sending it just to our people, you get the right result.

Saturday arrived quickly and we were ready.  The entire family was coming
with us, and we'd got confirmation from Garrett that the deliveries had
arrived.  We had plenty of extra product to ensure that opening day didn't
close early for lack of food.  The place had good storage, and even a
basement if we needed it.

Garrett had arranged with the city to allow us to extend the patio onto the
road and reduce traffic flow for the day, which would give more of a party
feel to the grand opening.  Amazing what a donation to their favorite
charity will accomplish.

With excitement building and all the team getting last minute instructions
and a pep talk, we were ready to open.  I half expected the mayor and some
big red ribbon to be cut, but we just opened the doors instead.  Talk about
anti-climactic; like the final season of Games of Thrones.  I was impressed
by the number of people that had shown up early.  I mean not like the
launch of a new Apple product or a Harry Styles autograph session, but
impressive enough for a charity café.  It took more time than expected
to explain what was happening to everyone as most couldn't comprehend the
concept.  Some were skeptical about it, others figured it was some
marketing stunt, while others cautiously tried out what we were offering.
The more bread, muffins, and cookies we handed out, the faster people go
the idea.  I guess those waiting in line were asking people who came out
what was actually happening.  Plenty took us up on the cheap coffee and
baked good, and it wasn't long before all tables were full with others
sitting on the curb with their food.  I saw plenty of kids getting excited
over selecting cookies and muffins, which honestly made it all worthwhile.
Garrett had been smart enough to have juice and hot chocolate for the kids
as well.

The boys all jumped in to help put bread in bags for people, as well as
help wherever needed.  They were all really enjoying themselves.  I only
began to enjoy myself in the afternoon when things really got fun.

It was just after two o'clock when the ripple of our charity operation
wafted over to the Nadall bakery.  I'd seen him look out several times
since we'd opened, and I smiled to myself when I'd seen very few people
actually enter his business at all.  I guess curiosity got the better of
him, or maybe the rainbow flags we had flying were making him as annoyed as
a bull seeing a red cape.  He eventually came over and I saw him talking
excitedly to Garrett.  It seemed with each sentence he was becoming more
agitated. His arms were starting to fly around like he was doing the intro
to a YouTube video.  I nudged Colin, and we both watched for another minute
before strolling over, deliberately holding hands.

"What's going on over here?" Colin inquired.  "Everything okay?"

"Mind your own business.  This has nothing to do with you," he barked, as
he quickly recoiled from seeing us with our outrageous display of public
affection and sinful ways.  Just to be clear, it's only a sin if you
believe in religion.  We don't, so we're good with it.

"You're disrupting the grand opening, and pretty much right up in the face
of our manager, so it has a little something to do with us," I replied.

Nadall glared at both of us.  "You hire people like this?"  He said to
Garrett.  "No wonder you have no business sense either."

I was about to respond, but Garrett was already on it.  "We hire only the
best, and those that look positively to life ahead.  But as for Colin and
Justin.  They're not employees, they own the place."

You could almost see his blood pressure increase.  Hope he's not wearing
some sort of monitor, or that thing is going to be calling for an ambulance
in a few seconds.

"You can't open a business like this around here," he snapped, still mostly
talking to Garrett.

"Sure we can.  Case and point," Colin grinned, gesturing behind us.

"I've already called the police to have this shut down.  You're affecting
my business by giving away the items that I sell."

"This is a charity, so you're welcome to donate to it.  Maybe that'll get
you some goodwill, and let people know what sort of products you have.  We
actually have you to thank for the idea," I said trying not to smirk.

"How's that?  And can you please stop that disgusting display in public,"
he said finally unable to pretend he was handling any part of this.

I almost burst out laughing as all three of us turned our heads as if
expecting to see the start of a street orgy break out.

"Sorry, what disgusting display?"  Garrett asked when we turned back.

"This.  The hand holding," he said waving his hand like a lunatic.

I laughed.  "Oh.  No, we're fine with it thanks.  As for why you helped us
with the charity idea, it was because several weeks ago you kicked us out
of your bakery for being gay.  If you remember, you said `we don't serve
your kind in here' and told us to leave.  We realized that there were
probably a lot of people in the community that couldn't get baked goods,
which led us thinking about how to help.  We came up with a gathering place
where everyone feels welcome and appreciated.  Giving back to the community
seemed like it'd be a welcome boost for morale."

"You can't sell the same products that I do.  I'll go out of business," he
said almost red face with rage.

"We're good with that, actually.  Maybe if you'd just let me buy my
éclair, we'd have moved along without a second thought.  Like I said, a
lot of this is thanks to you and your homophobia."

He was about to say something when a police car pulled up.  "Good, now
we'll get this resolved."

Colin just grinned.  "Yes, we will."

The officers approached and took in the activities.  "Do you know where we
can find the manager or owner?"  One of them asked.

"Garrett is the manager and we're the owners.  Colin Worthington and Justin
Masters," Colin said acknowledging them.  Anything we can help with,
officers?"

"We received a complaint about a disturbance and inappropriate behaviour
coming from this establishment."

"I'm sorry officer, we haven't seen anything and we've been here all day,"
Colin replied.  "You're welcome to take a look around if you want."

Nadall just couldn't help himself, as so many of his type can't.  "I'm the
one who called it in, officers.  I own the bakery across the street.
Randolph Nadall, and they are destroying my business.  Not only that, but
my customers have to walk past this disgusting filth to get to me."

"I'm sorry?"  One officer said confused, looking around.  "What disgusting
filth?  It all seems pretty clean and tidy to me."

"We're trying to ensure it stays that way, sir," Garrett interjected.  "I
have several staff clearing tables to make sure nothing blows onto the
street.

"It's not that I'm referring to.  I mean just look at those two.  Holding
hands in public.  Surely you can do something about that, or do my taxes
pay for nothing in this town?"

"Sir, holding hands in public is not a crime," the officer assured him.

"No, but displays of depravity and sin are," he snapped back.

Oooh...good one.  If he thinks that's sin and depravity.  Wait until he
sees what I do with leftover eclairs and the center of warm soft bread
after we close.  That's depravity.  But still pretty sure holding hands
doesn't come close to the definition.  I never understand this type of
person.  Okay, you want to follow the teachings of some book that appears
to have been written by dozens of random people who never got together to
discuss content at all, that's up to you.  Free will and all.  But why are
you trying to shove that crap down everyone else's throat.  You don't like
gay sex?  Don't have gay sex.  Don't wanna marry someone of the same
gender.  Don't.  And so on.  I believe in lots of things, but I don't go
shoving them down your throat.

-inserting clarification.  I do shove things down your throat, but only
once you've agreed to open up and accept it.  I don't force it in there and
make you choke on it.

-inserting extra clarification.  Well, you could choke in it as you get
used to the idea, and take more and more of what I'm offering.

You know what?  This analogy isn't really working.  Bottom line.  If you
like something and wish to live your life around it, awesome.  Good for
you. Feel free to tell me about it, and then let it go.  If I think it's a
god idea too, I'll join you.  Otherwise I'm free to find things I like and
do that.  Seems simple enough.  Now back to the cops.

"We see no signs of any crime being committed," The officer assured him.

"They're running a business giving away the very items I sell.  How am I
supposed to operate with this across the street?"

"Officer, if I may.  We only give away three items for free.  Basic staples
for any family.  We sell other goods that were sourced from local
neighbourhood bakeries.  We wanted to ensure that it was a community
involved charity," Colin explained.

"Do you buy any of your products from Mr. Nadall?"  An officer asked.

"No sir.  He threw us out of his business, saying he didn't serve our kind.
We would have loved to have partnered with him, but his personal beliefs
got in the way, unfortunately," I said smugly.

"Sounds like there was an opportunity to improve your business and you
walked away from it.  Not much we can do to help with that," the officer
explained.  "Everything else seems fine."

"We do have the street permits for the tables and chairs," Garrett assured
the cops.

"Thank you.  Yes, we were briefed this morning.  I understand it's valid
until 5pm," one of them replied.  "Just ensure everything is off the street
to allow for traffic flow at that point."

"Of course," Garrett assured him.  "Gentlemen, I know it sounds cliché,
but would you like to join us for a coffee and donut while they're fresh.
You can inspect the place at the same time to ensure there isn't any
`disgusting filth' that may contravene any health code."

"Thank you.  Maybe another time," the older officer replied.

"That's it?  You're not going to arrest them?  I pay your salaries. I
demand that something be done," Nadall yelled.

"Sir, the only one coming close to breaking any law is yourself.
Harassment and disturbing the peace are two that come to mind right away.
If you'd like to keep threatening us, perhaps we could add a few more."

He was still fuming.  "No wonder cops are disliked so much.  Defunding you
seems like a solid move."

"Yeah, that makes sense," I laughed.  "Then who would you call when your
homophobia flares up?  Not sure doctors have a cream for that.  Officers,
you're welcome anytime.  Regular price for a coffee and a baked good of
your choice, is just a dollar any time.  Feel free to tell anyone.  Also,
if you know people struggling, we do offer bread, muffins, and cookies at
no charge.  It's a small thing but perhaps it'll make a difference to some
people."

"We'll be sure to pass the word.  If I may ask, if you're just giving
things away, and selling things so cheaply, how do you actually make money
for any charity?"

"Exactly!" Nadall piped up.  "It's all about putting me out of business!"

We ignored him, as Colin responded.  "Actually, we're donating a million
dollars a year to the youth shelter, for at least the next ten years.
Additional funds will also be coming from the thrift store next door, who
we've partnered with.  We bring in the people who need us the most, and
they have the opportunity to buy community donated items at very low cost.
Everyone wins.  Plus, our staff is primarily made up of the youth from the
charity we're trying to help."

"Commendable," the younger officer nodded.

"Outrageous.  Now the whole neighborhood will be filled with thugs,
hooligans, and homosexuals."

"And likely the homeless," Garrett added to pour a keg's worth of salt in
the wound.  One of the officers almost laughed.  I think he might have, but
his radio went off to distract him.

"You'll have to excuse us; we have another call.  Congratulations on your
grand opening."

They left and Nadall didn't know what to do.  He looked at them leaving,
and then glared back at us, still holding hands.  I really wanted to let
go, as my hand was getting sweaty holding onto Colin for so long, but I
wanted to let him know we wouldn't be intimated.  I thought about kissing
Colin at this point, but Nadall owned a bakery.  It's possible he had a
knife on him.  Not sure how deadly butter or bread knives are, but why risk
it.

"If you're uncomfortable with the clientele our charity is attracting,
you're welcome to move to a new location where you can continue to limit
your business to persons that agree with your bigotry," Colin suggested
boldly.

"I've been here over ten years.  No way I'm letting people like you drive
me out of my own neighbourhood.  I'll get you closed down, one way or
another."

"That sounds like a threat.  You get that recorded, Troy?" I asked looking
over my shoulder to where my brother was standing off to the side with his
phone out.

"Since the beginning," he nodded back.

I just stared at the irate baker.  That could be a good TV show.  Welcome
to the Irate Baker.  Whatever he cooks, he'll smash it!  I lowered my voice
before I spoke.  "Between you and me, all I wanted was an éclair.  It
really was that simple when we arrived in your store.  But you let your
crazy get in the way of that.  With that hatred in your business model, our
ultimate goal is to see to it that you never serve anyone again.  Of
course, if you ever just stop being an asshole, maybe we could actually
help you become even more successful."

"I don't need help from the likes of you," he snapped.  "This isn't over!"

"We know.  You're still in business," I replied, raising my voice back to
normal level as he turned and stomped off.

"That seemed intense," Garrett said as he looked at us.

"Seemed perfect to me," I nodded, before leaning in to kiss Colin and
finally let go of his hand.

"Just watch for any retaliation from him and keep us advised.  We don't
want to look like we're out to destroy his livelihood, but we don't want
his hatred to continue unabated either," Colin said to him.  "Oh, by the
way, just for something even more fun..."

Colin pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to me.
"What's this?"  I asked.

"Read it."

I looked it over and didn't really comprehend, until Colin dumbed it down
for me.  "He leases the space he's in, so I bought the building from the
previous owner.  Now when his lease is up, he'll be negotiating with us."

"Fuck.  That's hilarious," Garrett said first.

"No shit, dude.  How'd you accomplish that?"  I asked.

"Simple.  I gave the owner fair market value, and threw in a piece of land
I had that was of interest to him for a future development.  We also
negotiated that we'd be his contractor when he's ready to build."

"Damn," I laughed.  "So if you did that, which means you could put him out
of business easily, why did we open the charity?"

"Why wouldn't we open it?  It's good for the community.  Gives Nadall a
daily reminder about what being a prick really gets in return.  Plus, lets
face it, we can write off every cost associated with this operation.  Not a
bad overall result."

"Please say I can be there when it's time to renegotiate his lease.
Please. Please," I begged as I gave Colin another kiss.

"I wouldn't dream of letting you miss it."

"What are you gonna do, double his rent?  Triple it?  Paint the building
rainbow colours?"

Garrett laughed.  "I like that last one.  He'd explode."

"He actually has a very good business over there.  His reviews are good,
except for the ones you've had people put on recently," he said grinning at
me.

"What?  I had a few people visit and gay it up, then leave legitimate
reviews about it.  I'd never just spam his account."

"I have my lawyers working on a lease that says we can terminate it if he
shows any signs of bigotry or hate.  Basically, he'll have to serve
everyone, unless they are creating an actual illegal act in his business.
None of this, I'm allowed to refuse service shit."

"Maybe we could have his business a scavenger hunt spot for the `Q'
initiations," I suggested.

"If he was a really smart business person, he'd accept the money from the
queer community, and bitch about it in private while enjoying his new
luxury cars."

"Would we want that?"  I asked.  "Getting rich off people he hated?"

"Nope.  But maybe when he sees enough of us, his tolerance level and
acceptance might change, even if only slightly at first."

"You two are way more patient than I am," Garrett said shaking his head as
Troy stood beside him.  "I want nothing to do with people like that."

"The trouble with that approach," Troy said quickly, "is that they never
change.  Walking away from them is exactly what they want.  Being in their
face forcing them to treat us equally means they don't win."

Garrett nodded.  "Makes sense.  I always just thought it was better to
ignore those assholes."

"Easier, but not better," I added.  "Our response is a bit more extreme
than most, but a shit load more fun."

"Agreed.  What if he succeeds in getting us shut down somehow?"  Garrett
asked concerned.

"He won't.  Don't forget, we still have this ace up our sleeve," Colin
grinned as he waved the paper in his hand.  "There's also plan B.  If he
does start to go under, we can arrange to buy his business out from under
him.  He disappears and we buy products from our new bakery to help fund
this operation.  Both operations become successful, and once word gets out
about how our bakery is helping the community, business should increase."

I shook my head.  No wonder Colin is a billionaire.  He never misses a
single opportunity.

 Donna and another lady walked up to us as we were about to head back
inside.  "What was that all about?"

"His first reaction to our opening," Colin replied.  "There'll be others
before he settles down."

"He actually called the cops?"

"He did.  They wished us well on our grand opening.  How's your business
doing today?"

"It was a pretty smart idea opening up the wall between us.  Sales are way
up.  Guys, this is my partner, Denise".

"Nice to meet you," I said as we all introduced ourselves.

"I've never seen the street so busy," she said smiling.  Denise seemed as
nice as Donna, so I'm glad we're sort of in business together.  "This was a
great idea and thanks to you we can do even more for everyone.  If this
keeps going, we'll have a nice donation to the youth home.  We may have to
advertise for more items to sell.  Hope there are lot of people with things
they no longer want." she turned to look at the buildings.  "I'm thinking a
few more pride flags might brighten this place up."

"What about two same sex mannequins holding hands in the window, showing
that you sell clothes too," Troy suggested.

"Nice.  I have that.  Come help me make a window display," she said
excitedly.

"Troy, do not stuff the underwear with anything," I warned.

"Relax.  I got this.  You sell strap-ons at all?"  Troy said as they walked
away.

We returned to the business, and smiled as we watched the boys working
together.  The twins were happily handing over bags of free stuff to
people, while the older guys were helping serve coffee and pastries.  We
were busier than an Apple store on free accessories day.  They don't
actually have that, but you can just picture how busy they'd be.  Overall,
I'd say this was a good start.  We'd successfully pissed off the guy we
were targeting, gave back to the community, employed local youth, help the
thrift store thrive, and had warm bread...for later.

Travis and Trevor were a big hit with everyone as they eagerly gave away
packages of cookies and muffins.  I had to laugh when I saw a stack of
cookies on the shelf below them.  "What are those for boys?" I asked.

"Those are for us...for later," Travis replied quickly, only to get nudged
from Trevor. "They're for our break.  Daddy said we could have a cookie and
a muffin and some hot chocolate."

I didn't bother to point out that they had at least a dozen cookies piled
up.  I'm sure Jason and Alex will deal with that when the time comes, but
how is that not cute?  The older pre-teens, James and J.J., were handing
out the bread, and didn't have a stack of loaves anywhere for later.  They
were being assisted by a couple of employees, who also seemed to be
enjoying themselves.  Blake and Cory, along with Darcy and Layne, were
serving pastries with the purchased coffee.  Employees were running the
machines and cash register behind the counter.

Troy and Ben bounced over to me later and asked if I'd seen the window
display.  We went to take a look and it was great.  The two womenequins,
were holding hands dressed in very colourful outfits, that appeared to have
been randomly trimmed down.  To top it off, had one had a pride pin
attached.  The sign said 25% off all clothing. Today only.

"Get it?" Ben laughed.  "We cut 25% worth of material off each item they're
wearing."

"Clever.  I think that should add some insult to the crazy neighbour.  Good
job guys."

"Did you know Garrett before you hired him?" Ben asked. "He's in the `Q',
right?"

"Sure, why?"

"No reason.  Just wondering."

Troy laughed.  "Yeah, he's wondering because Ben was there for his
initiation and basically squeezed fresh cream out of him all night long.
Probably ate his donut hole too."

"Have you hooked up with him yet?"  Ben asked.

"No.  Now that he's an employee, it wouldn't be right," I said trying to
sound serious.

Troy laughed.  "I'll remind you of that next time we're in `Here' and a
half naked waiter is looking for tips while spread eagle on the table."

I laughed. "That's an environment where sex sells, and the waiters make a
ton of money being sexy."

We walked back into the café, having to use the entryway from the thrift
store as there was quite a line at the front doors.

"Garrett," Ben said as soon as we approached him.  "Question.  Would you
consider it sexual harassment by an employer if Justin wanted to take you
downstairs and fuck your brains out?"

He grinned.  "Harassment?  No.  Company benefit, yes," he nodded.  "Why?
Is that on offer for my break?"

"No," I assured him quickly.  "We're keeping it professional.  Ben just
mentioned that you were a member of our club, and that he'd gotten to know
you pretty well."

"Him and his boyfriend," Garrett grinned.  "You mean being a member of the
gay family?  It's not really a secret that I'm gay."

"He means the `Q'," Troy clarified.

"Oh.  Are you guys' members too?  Cool."

"They're at a level beyond executive," Troy bragged for me.

"What level is that?  I thought executives were the highest."

"They are," I assured him while giving Troy the look.  It's my patented,
`don't give away secrets you little homo' look.

"I'm cool if you guys all want to hook up after work.  Not sure how much
energy we'll have, but no reason we couldn't all chill over a beer or
something," Garrett said to them.

"Or relax in a hot tub together," Ben suggested.

"Or that," Garrett nodded.  "I should get back to supervising.  We want to
make sure the opening day goes smoothly."

He took off and I glanced over to see Blake buying a coffee, so I wandered
over to see what he was up to.

"You do know you don't need to buy the coffee, right?  We own the place,
and since when do you like coffee?"

"What?  I like coffee, but this isn't for me.  It's for that boy over
there.  He didn't have a dollar so I said I'd buy him a coffee and give him
an extra pastry too.  I think he's hungry, Dad."

I went over with him and Blake gave him his coffee, then walked over to the
pastry counter together.  "Oh, this is my dad, Justin.  He owns the place
with my other dad, Colin.  Pick a couple things you want and I'll get them
for you."

He pointed to a couple of the biggest items.  Might not have been the
fanciest, but they looked filling.  One of them was an éclair, so I
immediately liked this kid.  He looked about Blake's age, or maybe a little
older.  His clothes were clean, but old and he looked a little skinny,
which is probably what made him look younger than he was.  I never know how
to approach this situation.  I mean if the kid were lying in a back alley,
wrapped in cardboard with a pet raccoon named Chompers, I'd have no trouble
jumping in to help.  This kid might just come from a loving home with
parents that just weren't rich.  It could be insulting to offer him free
clothes, or cash.  There's a stigma around people who are poor, but there
shouldn't be.  If they're happy, with people in their lives that love them,
then just be friendly and leave them be, unless they ask for your help.

Blake suggested they go outside and use a table.  I made sure I told him
that it was nice meeting him before they walked away.  I figure Blake will
find out whatever he wants to know in his own subtle way, and if he needs
anything, he knows where to find me.

Turned out the boy was 16 and part of the youth shelter kids.  He lost his
parents to a drunk driver and had been made a ward of the province since he
was 12.  People don't usually look for older kids when they go to adopt,
which is a shame, as you can avoid the whole diaper, toilet training thing
if you do.  Get one around 10 and you can use them for chores too.  Plus,
you have all those fun teenage things to look forward to much quicker.
Wait, I'm just checking to see if that was supposed to be in the pro or con
column.  His name was Shawn and he had shown up because one of his friends
had got a job with us and he just wanted to check it out.

There didn't seem to be a need for any intervention, although I did tell
Blake to offer the boy a job if he wanted it.

"He doesn't.  I already offered, but he said he doesn't need one," Blake
replied.

"Fair enough.  You think he's just being polite, or does he actually need
help?"

"No, I think he's good.  I think he was just hungry because, well, we're
teenage boys.  It's our job to be hungry."

"Isn't that the truth.  I'm proud of you for making sure the guy was okay
though.  That showed a lot of maturity," I praised.

"Thanks Dad, but just so you don't think I'm like super goody two shoes, I
actually thought he was pretty cute.  That's why I wanted to get to know
him."

I laughed.  "I could see that.  Did you get anywhere with that while
talking to him?"

"No.  He just changed the subject, so I didn't push it. What's the story
with Garrett?  Is he available?"  Blake said licking his lips.

"No. Not at all," I said quickly.

He just shrugged. "It's okay, I think one of the other guys has been
looking at me, so I'm gonna see if he wants a slice of Blake, with maybe
some whipped cream."

"Maybe just focus on our grand opening," I suggested.

"I am.  I just want to arrange a different `grand opening' for later.  I'm
gonna need fresh buns all for myself after this."

"Good luck."

It was steadily busy all day, but not enough to be chaotic.  We did go
through everything we'd brought in, including a lot of the reserve items in
the back.  Good thing we bought extra.  Of course, there's no way of
knowing how much you're going to need everyday, so it's a crap shoot.  I'm
sure once things become routine there'll be a basic amount given away each
day.  Anything left over we can donate.  Not sure to who, but that'll be
Garrett's job to figure out.  We closed at 5 which seemed like a good time.
We'd debated hours of operation, but figured nine to five was a good time.
Plus if we ever needed a work song, that would fit with one already
available.  Thanks Dolly.  Working nine to five.  What a way to make a
living...

Now it's gonna be in your head for the rest of the day.  You're welcome!

Blake, Cory, Darcy, and Layne went to hang out with some of the employees
they'd met from the shelter, while the rest of us headed to dinner.
Smelling all those baked goods definitely gives you an appetite.  Oh, and
for the record, I still didn't get an éclair.  By the time I paused long
enough to take a break, they were already gone.  It's a shame there's not a
bakery nearby so I could get one.  Tomorrow we're doubling up on eclairs.
Wait, I won't be here tomorrow.  Damn it.  I texted Merrick to ask if he
knew how to make them, and got a positive response back.  Okay, we can all
calm down now and just enjoy dinner.

We'd invited Donna and Denise to join us, so we could celebrate our success
together, and to have a nice meal as well.  Garrett would have the reigns
of the business from this point forward, but he knew how to reach us if he
needed anything.  He did have a budget, but if things ramped up beyond
that, we promised that he would have the resources required.  I have to
admit I was exhausted when I got home and almost too tired to climb the
stairs to bed.  Wonder if anyone would mind if I just slept in the foyer?

Despite my underlying reason for having the café, I was actually pretty
proud of us.  It was a good feeling watching all those faces light up as
they got something they needed.  We need more things like that.  I'd like
to set up a shit ton of companies that have a mandate to have no more than
a 5% profit margin after bills are paid.  That profit could be used to open
more businesses with that same mandate.  Like I already own a Domino's but
unfortunately as a franchise those prices are locked in and we pay a shit
ton of fees to operate the thing.  The only flexibility we have is on how
much we pay our people, which like all Colin's other companies is a minimum
of a living wage.  Right now we employ no one under $22 an hour, and
whatever the inflation rate is, we round that percentage up and add it each
year.

It was a few days later, and I was still éclair free.  I guess Merrick
didn't get full meaning when I asked if he knew how to make them.  He's
probably one of those literal type guys.  I asked, and he answered.  End of
conversation.  I was hanging out with Colin, Blake, and J.J watching a
movie in the great room, and of course working with our laptops and phones
as usual.  J.J. was cuddled up against Blake watching him playing a game.

We all jumped as the front door opened and a familiar voice boomed out "I'm
back!  Anyone miss me?"

Both Colin and I spun around to see `Marvin' standing in the doorway with
another guy.  Blake leapt over the back of the couch and raced across the
house.  "`Marvin!'"  He shrieked as he slammed into him for a giant hug.
"You're back!  Are you staying here?"

"If there's space, we'd love to," he replied.

"There's always space, buddy," Colin said as we approached them, with
J.J. in tow.

"Guys, this is my new boyfriend, Garren," `Marvin' said introducing the
cute guy with him.  I'd seen him before, but I just couldn't place him at
the moment.

J.J. looked uncharacteristically shy as he stayed back behind Colin and I.

"Say hi to our visitors, J.J.," Colin told him, putting a hand on his back.
"`Marvin' has been my friend since I was your age."

"Hi," he said in a small little voice as if not sure about why everyone was
so excited about the new arrivals.

"Hi, and who are you?"  Garren asked.

"J.J.  It stands for Jaxson, Jayce Jaxson," he said proudly, but timidly.

"Cool name.  Nice to meet you."

Blake snapped his fingers.  "That's how I know you.  You were on Andi
Mack."

Garren smiled. "Correct.  I only did a few shows though.  You watch it?"

Blake grinned.  "At first mostly because of Asher, but then I liked the
stories.  When Cyrus and TJ became boyfriends, I didn't want the show to
end.  I sort of hoped we'd get to see some really cool scenes of them in
bed together."

"It was a Disney show," Garren reminded him.  "Best you might have hoped
for is a kiss on the cheek."

Blake laughed.  "Wrong!  Best I could have hoped for was a hot scene in bed
with some great ass shots.  Best we'd get from Disney would be the cheek
kiss."

"I stand corrected.  You ever meet Asher?"

"Not in person.  Just in dream fantasy sequences," Blake admitted.

Garren just smiled.  "We're friends, so maybe you'll get a chance to meet
him."

"That'd be hot.  I'm a versatile omnisexual if he needs to know that."

"No one needs to know that," I assured him.

"Well, let's not keep everyone standing in the doorway.  Come in and get
settled.  Are you here for the entire season, or just dropping by?"  Colin
asked.

"I'll be here at least until we finish shooting, `Marvin' said.  "I have a
big movie coming up later, and I'll have to go to Australia for that, but
until then, I might just stay here if you're okay with it."

"We're okay with it," Blake said before any Colin or I could respond.

"Garren, I apologize in advance for the chaos around here.  Hopefully
you'll get used to it," Colin told him.

"`Marvin' is my boyfriend.  Chaos is expected," he joked.

"I love your platinum blond hair, Garren," Blake said staring at the guy.
"What colour is your hair normally?"

"Dark brown, but I change it up a lot.  Mostly I like the dark blond look,
but this colour sort of suits me, so I'm getting used to it."

"Do you make all the hair match?"  Blake asked grinning.

"And there's the beginning of the chaos," I laughed.  "Excuse him, his
brain is still delayed in shipping."

"What?  It's a legitimate question.  If I dyed my hair blue, I'd do pubes
and pits to match."

`Marvin' laughed.  "Now that would be quite the sight at the nude beach."

"I know, right," Blake grinned, once again, and consistently, missing the
sarcasm.

"You guys want something to drink?"  I asked to change the focus of the
conversation.

We headed to the kitchen to grab something for everyone.

"What happened to Ezra?  Colin inquired as we sat around the island.

`Marvin' moved his head back and forth a couple times.  "His personality
changed quite a bit, and some of the things he's been doing were attracting
the wrong kind of attention.  It wasn't something I wanted to be dragged
into, so we parted company."

"Makes sense," Colin nodded.  "How long have you two been going out?"

"About six months.  We've not announced anything publicly, but media is
sniffing around.  Keep them guessing, and that builds the intrigue.  I
already told Garren all about you guys, and how private this place is.
He's going to be doing a few episodes on `Blurred Lines', in a recurring
role, so we figured it would be a great time to have him meet all of you,
and see Vancouver while he's here.  You don't mind, do you?"

"Of course not.  Everyone is welcome here.  Hopefully you warned him about
the craziness," he said putting his hand behind Blake's head, and pointing
at him.

"I know what you're doing, Colin," Blake said without turning to look.  "If
you want real crazy, hang out with Justin for the day.





"I did tell him all about you guys, but he made the trip anyway.  I can't
believe how much you've grown," `Marvin' said looking at Blake.  "You're so
much more mature."

"Wait until we're in bed together.  You'll know JUST how mature."

"Ah...there's the Blake I remember," `Marvin' said with a chuckle.  "I'm so
glad I get to meet your little brother.  After all Blake's told me about
you, J.J., I almost feel like I know you already," he said turning to look
at J.J., who was sitting beside Blake, but actively scanning the guys as if
trying to decide what he thought of them.

"J.J., I know you haven't met him yet, but `Marvin' is part of our extended
family," I explained.  "He grew up with Colin, so if you ever want to know
stories, just ask him. I'm sure he'll tell you about some of their fun
adventures.

"You should have let me know you were coming back; I'd have sent the plane
for you, and had a car waiting," Colin told him.

"It's all good.  Flying commercial is fun sometimes, especially when people
recognize you.  Most just take pictures or whisper to each other and
point. It's fun when they get up the nerve to ask for a picture, or an
autograph.

"Dad, we should invite Asher, Josh, and Luke up to do sort of a subtle
reunion thing on our show.  I could come up with some ideas when they meet
again on screen.  We could even let them stay here while they're filming,"
Blake suggested to Colin.

`Marvin' laughed.  "Sorry.  I just think that might be more about you
hoping you could get all of them into bed, than actually doing a reunion."

"I can do both," Blake shrugged.  "I'd happily lick Asher like a popsicle
for a few hours."

Garren laughed.  "God, I can just picture that.  You'd be screwed if he
yelled `Shazam' though."

"Nice.  He was good in that, but I still preferred him in your show," Blake
replied.

"Did you get the new script for the start of our new season?"  `Marvin'
asked Blake.

"I did.  I got promoted to the main cast, which means more lines and screen
time," Blake acknowledged.  "Can't wait to start crackin' skulls as a bad
ass.  Did you see all the guest stars they have planned?  Other than
Garren, I'm mostly looking forward to Tanner Buchanan.  Almost had to tie
Justin down when he heard that.  He has like a major crush on him."

"I do not!!"  I said defending myself.  "It's just that I think he's a very
talented actor, who just so happens to look amazing without his shirt...and
probably his pants.  Also doesn't hurt that he's super flexible from all
his martial arts.  I look forward to seeing him actually on set."

Colin ignored my drooling, and turned his attention back to our guests.
"Welcome back buddy.  As always, our home is your home.  Why don't you pick
a room and get set up?"

"Maybe they'd like the new guest house," I suggested.

"We saw that coming in.  Big addition," `Marvin' commented.

"We improved the garage, and while we were doing construction, we added the
guest house.  Of course you're welcome to use it.  Up to you."

"I prefer being in the main house.  Guests stay in the guest house.  I
think we're more family...as long as you're cool with it, Garren."

"Fine by me," he replied.

"DIBS!"  Blake announced loudly.

"Dibs?  On what?"  I asked looking at him, wondering if I'd missed
something while daydreaming about Tanner, and some of the positions I'd
like to see him in.  With Blake's comment of licking Asher, all I could
think about was what flavour Tanner would be if I got to lick him.

"I get to sleep with them first."

"Said who?"  Colin inquired.

"Uhhh...me, because I just called dibs."

"Not how it works, Blake," I said quickly.  "How about helping the guys get
their stuff upstairs, and let them pick a vacant room?"

"Can I have a sleepover with you guys too?"  J.J. asked.

"Sure buddy, but maybe in a few days.  I have to make sure they don't snore
or anything to keep us awake, so I'll sleep there first, and then we can
have a big group sleepover," Blake said diplomatically.

"Still not how it works, Blake," I repeated.  He just ignored me.  Must be
a teenager thing.

"You guys can have Kyle and Chance's room," Blake suggested.

"Where are they?"  `Marvin' asked.

"They moved downtown.  They decided the penthouse was closer to things,"
Colin replied.  "Feel free to use that room.  It's nice and private.  Right
Blake?"

"Right.  It's soundproof too, so no one will hear you screaming while I'm
topping you."

"BLAKE!"

"I know.  Blake, shut up.  Come on guys.  I'll show you around their room.
Then maybe we can have a quickie before dinner."

"It's good to see some things never change," `Marvin' laughed.

"They've changed.  You'll find that out soon enough," Blake smirked as he
grabbed his crotch, and gave a little thrust.  `Marvin' just rolled his
eyes.

"Let them get their things unpacked, Blake.  Why don't you and J.J. let
everyone else know that `Marvin' and Garren are staying here?"  Colin
suggested.

"ADAM, text all family to say `Marvin' and Garren have moved in."  The ding
sounded from the closest wall monitor.  "Anything else you need me to do,
Dad?"  Blake asked with that look of superiority on his face.

"Yeah, go downstairs with J.J. for a bit to let the guys have some time to
unpack in peace."

"Got it.  Come on bro, let's go Google shit about Garren so we can ask him
later."

The boys took off and Colin turned to our new arrivals.  "Great to have you
back `Marvin'.  I think we all missed you around here."

"I've missed you as well.  Colin and I basically grew up together, and I
don't think there's anything we don't know bout each other," `Marvin'
explained to Garren.

"Did you two ever date?"  He asked.

"No, we were just the best of friends.  We definitely had some benefits
going on though, once we realized how much fun sex was."

"Do you still have benefits?"  Garren asked glancing back and forth between
the two guys.

"Let's just say we have a unique relationship, but yeah, we still fool
around when we're together," `Marvin' admitted.

"As long as that's okay with you," Colin added.

"`Marvin' mentioned it to me before we came up here, so I think I'm
prepared.  Mostly we're monogamous, but we went to a party that got a
little interesting."

`Marvin' laughed loudly.  "Dude, you should have seen him when we went to a
blackout party."

"Was it just guys or mixed?"  I asked.

"Mixed."

"Totally wasn't ready for that," Garren said shaking his head, "It started
out normal enough, then lights started going out until it was basically
pitch black.  You felt around with your hands to make sure you didn't bump
into things."

"And to find other things...mostly to find other things," `Marvin' grinned.
"First time Garren had been to anything thing like that."

"You had no idea who was touching you and it freaked the hell out of me at
first.  I wouldn't even let go of `Marvin's' hand."

"He gripped my hand so tight that I'm sure he broke several bones in my
fingers," `Marvin' laughed.

"I already apologized for that.  I wasn't sure what was going to happen,"
Garren grinned.  "First thing that happened is someone ran their fingers
over my chest and started undoing my shirt to get a better feel.  It was
sort of interesting, but then when he groped me and went for the zipper on
my pants, my fight or flight kicked in and I needed to get out of there.
Of course, it could have been a girl coming for me, but I wasn't about to
stick around and find out."

"We made our way out as fast as we could.  I missed out on a ton of
anonymous sex," `Marvin' complained, but seemingly okay with it.

"But gained a night of sex with your boyfriend," Garren grinned.

"Are you into some fun with others, just not in blacked out rooms?"  I
asked.

"I think it was just because I wasn't sure what to expect," he reasoned.

"Does that mean you're open to us exploring your body in intimate ways if
we leave the lights on?"  I asked with a small lick of my lips for dramatic
purposes.

"He is," `Marvin' nodded.  "He was just saying not that long ago that he'd
like to try out identical triplets."

"I'm pretty sure I've never said that," Garren said shaking his head.

"That's okay, you were thinking it.  I'm sure you'll get a chance before we
leave.  Justin is a triplet, and no doubt you'll meet Jason and J.P. later
today.  By the time they finish with you, it'll be a total mind fuck."

I laughed.  "That's not what we'd be fucking.  A deep throat fuck is the
closest we get to your mind."

"You must experience it to see what I mean.  It's like being with one guy
who has super powers.  They tag team each other, while you're there
accepting it all.  It's like having a sex partner that never actually wears
out.  One might cum, but the other two still keep going.  Once they cum,
the first one is ready to go again and so on," `Marvin' explained.

"Sounds horrible.  No offense Justin," Garren said shaking his head.

"It's not," `Marvin' grinned.  "Right, Colin?  He should know.  He dated
one of them, then married the other.  Now all three live here together.
How anyone gets anything else done, still amazes me."

"Who says they do?"  I grinned.  "He's mostly kidding, Garren.  We don't
always wander around together looking to break in homos like we're taming a
wild pony.  I mean, we do do that, but not ALL the time.  Like for example,
I'm more than happy to take you for myself right now, and just let Colin
and `Marvin' watch if that'd make you feel more comfortable."

Garren looked at `Marvin', and I wondered if I'd maybe gone too far too
fast.  I've been known to do that.  "I'm glad you gave me the heads up
before we got here.  We've only been here 10 minutes and I've already been
hit on twice."

"Yeah," `Marvin' said shaking his head.  "It good to see things haven't
really changed all that much around here.  I'm just disappointed that
you're not more popular."

"Huh?"

"Only twice in ten minutes?  Either these guys are getting older and
slowing down, or you're not as cute as I think you are," `Marvin' teased.

"No to embarrass you," Colin added, `but you're definitely that cute.  No
doubt by the time dinner is over you'll have had everyone else hit on you
in some way or another.  Most are not as blunt as Blake and Justin."

"You can see where Blake gets it from though," `Marvin' smiled.  "He gets
his sex drive from Justin, and his brains from Colin.  He got his double
dose of good looks from both."

I'm not sure if I was insulted or complimented.  I'll take it positively.
Colin is smarter, and I'm way more sexual.  Yeah, I'm good with that.  We
settled down for a relaxing evening to allow our guests the chance to
unwind.

"Damn, Garren is cute," I said to `Marvin' when we were alone.  "How'd you
meet him?"

"At some industry party.  I saw him sort of off by himself, looking a
little out of place, so I went to talk to him.  I wasn't sure if he was gay
or not at that point, so I played it cautiously.  Made a few small moves to
see how he'd react, and when he responded, I ramped it up.  Started by
dancing together, then a quick kiss.  Before we knew it, we were back at my
place with my legs over his shoulders."

"So, he's a top?"

"Mostly.  He'll bottom sometimes, but prefers to top," he replied.

"You okay if I get him to fuck me?"

"Would it stop you if I said no?"

"Sure.  I'm not a monster.  I'd totally respect that and let him bottom for
me instead," I grinned.  "Do you two live together?"

"No.  We're both pretty busy, so we've only just started to talk about it.
This is really the first time our schedules have linked up, and it will
sort of be our first trial at living together.  If it goes well, I think
we'd end up moving in together."

"He seems like a nice guy."

"He is.  I've tried to give him a heads up of what it's like around here,
but go slow with him, will you?  I had him practice hanging out naked when
he was at my place so he'd be used to it, but so far it's only been me and
Garren.  He's gonna need time to adapt to all of you."

"A few days with us, and he won't even know the definition of shy," I
assured him with a big grin.

I gave `Marvin' a hug and welcomed him back.  Even after all these years of
knowing `Marvin', I still have a small tinge of fan girl in me.  My heart
does increase speed just a little when he's around.  Not like it did when I
first met him.  I think I went into a small freakout coma that day.

We were all just sitting around talking, mostly about the upcoming season
of their show, and I was listening carefully.  Since my character was
Keith, I figured I should at least know something about him in case I get
asked things at some media promotion.  Sometimes we were there just to add
some excitement to the triplet plot, but mostly we weren't invited.  I
think if the conversations ever started to change to where people said
J.P. was just being photoshopped, we'd show up to prove there were three of
us.  Red carpet events were the easiest as there were always tons of
photographers and media to interview everyone.  I mostly hated it as I had
to take J.P.'s lead and be careful what I said.  Last thing you need is to
say something controversial and affect the show.  I'm not even supposed to
acknowledge our sexuality.  That's mostly for the fan base.  Some will want
us all gay, others will hope we're straight and single.  The best group is
the one that hope we'll all hook up with them in a four-way.  I volunteered
to respond to those DM's, but I don't think J.P. or Jason trusted me with
that.  I'm usually stuck with the grandma letters saying how much their
grand children adore us.

"Are you excited about being promoted to the main cast, Blake?"  Garren
asked.

"Sure.  Way more exposure and screen time.  Plus, my character is going to
get a bit more depth which will be nice.  They're going to let me use some
of my real-world talents too."

"Did they tell you that, or is that just wishful thinking?"  I asked.

"No, they told me.  I think as part of my rougher image, I'm going to get
to use my karate a few times, but they said they also want to show that
Duane has some depth to him, so they said maybe they could work in a scene
of me playing the piano, or showing off my diving."

"That'll get you serious fans.  A few episodes with you in a speedo and the
Triple J's will fall to second in the ratings," Troy added.

"Are you going to miss your friends and all those activities you do while
we're filming?"  `Marvin' asked.  "That's gonna be a big change for you."

"Huh?  Why would I miss them?"  Blake asked frowning as he stared at
`Marvin'.

J.P. interjected.  "Blake, now that you're part of the main cast, it's a
full-time job.  You're there 5 days a week, usually 10-12 hours a day.  We
film for 10 weeks, with at least two others for pre and post planning and
reshoots.  It's not like it was where you only had a few lines and showed
up just for a few hours."

"Wait.  So when do I do school?"  He asked looking around at us.

"On set.  They provide tutors for all those still in school.  You'll do
classes between shoots."

"Wait.  If I'm not in school, I can't be on the diving team.  What happens
to that?"

"That's something you'll have to put on hold," Colin explained.  "Of
course, you could just decline the promotion to main cast and return to
recurring cast status.  You have plenty of time to build a career."

"I never actually thought about that," he said sitting back in his chair.

"Blake, the weeks we film are really long with a lot of down time, but from
the time you leave home to returning, you're easily doing 14 hours,"
J.P. explained.  "Barely leaves you with enough time to sleep.  If you want
to do any activities, you'll find you end up having to move them to the
weekends.  The good news is it's only three months.  You went through that
when you did your movie in L.A."

"You seemed okay with it when you were down there," `Marvin' added.

"Yeah, I guess.  I somehow thought since it was here at home, nothing would
actually change."

"Do you want to think about it and let the producers know?"  I asked.

"No.  I'm staying as the main cast.  I'll just let the school and my coach
know that I'm having to leave.  Maybe I could pay my coach, who is also
named Asher, to train me on the weekends when he's not busy with meets.  I
guess I could switch karate to Sunday."

"You probably wouldn't have time for everything or you'll burn yourself
out," Colin warned.  "Like I'm thinking your Junior Q would end up on hold
for a bit."

"That's okay.  If the guys miss me for a while, makes the reunion better,"
he grinned as he licked his lips.  "Plus, once the shows start to air and I
get noticed more, I'll be hooking up with fans.  I'll just let my
bodyguards know which ones I approve and they'll send them right up to my
hotel room."

"What hotel room?" Troy laughed.  "You're filming in Vancouver and you live
here.  No hotel required."

"Uhh...duh!  I'm not bringing one night stands here so they know where I
live.  That's crazy talk.  I'll keep a suite on retainer at the Shangri-La
or Sutton Place as a sort of fuck pad."

"That doesn't shock me as much as I thought it would," I laughed.  "I more
concerned about the need for bodyguards."

"Not at first, but once the season is well underway, and I get the first
group of fans trying to rip my clothes off, then I'll need some."

"Blake, I mean I don't really know you yet, but I kinda get the impression
you'd have wardrobe make you tear away clothes specifically for going out
to meet fans," Garren said to him.

We all laughed.  "You know him well enough," `Marvin' said patting his
boyfriend on the back.

"Guys, I am concerned about some of the stuff I read in my script and I'm
not sure how to deal with this stuff.  Have you read it all?"

"Just my parts," J.P. replied, with `Marvin' agreeing.  "What stuff are you
struggling with?  I'm sure we've been through similar and could offer some
advice."

"Well, you know my character is being even more bad-ass this year, right?"

"I thought that was something you were looking forward to," Colin said
quickly.

"I am as I think I could do it really well and show my range as an actor,
but there's a few scenes that I don't know if I can do or not."

"Like what?" J.P. asked.

"Like the ones where I'm picking on gay kids.  I think my character is
homophobic, and is pissed that his big brother might be gay.  I'm not
comfortable with him hating on gay guys.  It's cool that he's a tough guy,
and that they're gonna let me use some karate moves on screen, but what if
my fans think I'm really homophobic?"

"The job of a great actor is to make the viewers believe in your
character," `Marvin' explained.  "If they hate you for being a homophobic
bully, then you're doing your job.  Your real personality is the opposite
of that, so as long as your character doesn't take over your real life, you
shouldn't worry."

"Is there a line I shouldn't cross as an actor?"

"Sure.  You can set any limit you want to how you want to be known as an
actor.  But the more difficult you are to cast, the less opportunities
you'll have.  I think if you got type cast as a homophobic person, you'd
have a tougher time getting away from that, both in acting or real life.
Doing it once, and having social media that shows you're not like your
character, would be accepted."

"That's true, I guess, huh?  I could always take a boy to a red-carpet
thing instead of a girl.  That would show I wasn't homophobic."

"Maybe.  Or it could just say you're gay, and alienate your female fans
that think you're so cute that they'd like to date you."

"Wow, this shit is tough.  I'm gonna call Harry, and see how he deals with
it.  Lots of people think he's gay, but most think he's just open minded.
He doesn't label himself at all, and just lets people think what they want.
Thanks guys.  I'm gonna get some water.  Anyone else want some?"

Troy went to help him get some drinks and snacks.

"Do you think he knows he just answered his own question?"  I said.

"Probably not.  I think he's just excited about the second season,"
J.P. replied.  "Sounds like it's getting picked up in more places, so there
will be bigger exposure.  We could all start getting more recognized."

"I better make sure I have a pen to sign autographs then," I chuckled.

"Speaking of that, are you and Jason gonna join us on set more often this
year?" `Marvin' asked.

"I can't speak for Jason, but I'm not all that good as an actor.  I don't
mind being there as a body to prove that there's three of us, but if I have
to say lines or anything, that's where they'd know I wasn't J.P."

"You'd do fine," J.P. smiled.  "Your character is the gay one anyway.  One
nude bedroom scene, and you'd forget you're on camera."

"Oh sure I would.  30 people standing around directing, filming, and
watching.  I think I'd notice that I'm on camera.  Not to mention that once
they see me naked, they'll basically have seen all three of us.  Are they
doing nude scenes this season?"

J.P. laughed.  "It'll only go as far as showing ass, not frontal nudity.
They give you a cock sock to hide the front so you're not exposed to
everyone."

"Oh sure because my cock in a sock is gonna hide my rock!"  I giggled.  "My
rock-hard boner!"

"Trust me Justin, the last thing you'll have happen is getting hard.  You'd
be more nervous than excited.  The last movie I did, there was this scene
were all of us where skinny dipping at a party.  Lots went naked, while
others wore tight flesh-coloured speedos.  I had a skin-coloured thong, but
you'd think seeing all those people naked would have made it impossible not
to bone up.  It never even twitched as I was so focused on the scene that
it just never seemed sexual."

"I wonder what it would be like during a sex scene?  There's no way you
could keep it down."

"It's the same thing," `Marvin' added.  "You're focused and being watched
by 30 people or more.  It's not exactly sexy.  One guy I talked to who has
done tons of nude stuff, says that for most of the shoot you can have your
cock taped down inside a privacy pad."

"Too bad.  I see sex scenes and I sometimes wonder if the actors would just
agree to actually do it.  It looks so real that they might as well.  Do you
think that ever happens?"

"I doubt it.  Not unless it's a very graphic sex scene that requires
unsimulated sex, but not many main actors would do that.  Maybe some extras
might to try and get noticed.  I'd never do it for real, that's for sure,"
`Marvin' said definitively.

"You wouldn't?"

"No.  That sort of thing gets around fast and before you know it, that's
all your getting cast for.  No, I want to do more than just sex scenes, or
on-screen nudity."

"Me too," J.P. agreed.  "Not saying I wouldn't take a cute male co-star
back to my trailer and practice the ass off him."

I laughed.  "Now that sounds like my kind of rehearsal.  If you need me to
rehearse my gay character's role with a hot guy, just let me know and I'll
jump right in."

J.P. grinned.  "I'll be sure to let you know.  The two other characters we
play are straight, so if there's romantic scenes, I'm going to really have
to act my ass off for that to be believable.  Maybe you'd like to take one
of the girls to bed in my place."

"Hard pass...more like limp pass," I chuckled.  "Garren?  What role are you
playing?"

"From what I read; it looks like I'm going to be a football player who
doesn't like the fact that Scott is being labelled as gay.  At first I
defend him, then I turn and try to get him kicked off the team."

"I help," Blake grinned as he and Troy returned with the drinks and food.

"Wow, that's gonna confuse your fans.  You're an asshole to him on set and
boyfriends off set," Troy grinned.

"If you want confusion, wait until I upload the pictures of all of us
making out," Blake teased.

I think we've all learned it's basically best to just ignore Blake at
times.  This was one of those times.  "Hey J.P.  When is that movie coming
out that you just finished?"

"About six months, I think.  They have to do all the post production
editing."

"Will it have a world premiere with a big red-carpet event, like a Marvel
movie?"

"It's a low budget film, so we'll have a premiere for sure, but it'll be
someplace like the director's media room, and the media in attendance will
likely be a YouTuber with a GoPro."

"Which YouTuber?  Some of them are actually pretty cute." I smiled.

"I'll be sure to let you know when we're having a premiere, but don't
expect a lot.  This isn't the type of movie to launch me onto the A-list
anytime soon."

"You never know dude.  It may hit a niche you didn't know was out there and
get a lot of media hype.  Next thing you know, boom, you're hanging out
with Timotheé Chalamet in his boudoir."

"Boudoir?"  Garren laughed.

"I dunno.  In my mind I see Timotheé as having more of a boudoir than a
bedroom, don't you think?  Just seems he's that kind of classy."

"If he's that kind of classy, what's he doing taking us to bed?"
J.P. teased.

"Because he sounds French, and French boys are not only romantic and sexy
as fuck, but they have huge dicks too.  Look it up."

"I'm pretty sure he's not French," J.P. reasoned.  "Isn't he from New York
or something?"

"Even better.  A French boy in New York, means he's circumcised, as well as
being killer cute, romantic, and as sexual as a red-light hooker."

"Way to cheapen that," J.P. laughed as he pulled out his phone.  "Says here
he was born in New York.  Not French at all.  His mother is part Russian
and Austrian."

"Wonder if that means he drinks vodka and yodels?"  I said looking upward,
thoughtfully.  J.P. just stared at me as if he could see brain cells
falling out.  He continued.  "Oh...here.  His father is French."

"Good.  That puts the big dick back in play," I reasoned.

"How do you figure that?"  J.P. asked, looking at me again.  Surely that's
not a leaking brain cell moment.

"Look it up if you don't believe me.  French guys have some of the biggest
dicks in the world.  I'm probably part French somewhere down the line."

J.P. seemed to ignore me as he went back to his phone.  "Huh.  Who knew
they had stats on that?  French guys 15.74 centimetres, or 6.2 inches.
Canadians, 15.71, or 6.185 inches.  Americans, 13.58 cm, or 5.35 inches.
Well, that kills that myth."

"What myth?"

"That Americans are bigger dicks than most," he laughed.

"That's not true," I said quickly.  "I think most Americans are really nice
people.  At least the blue ones.  Red ones seem kinda douchey, at least in
the news.  Not sure how fake all that is though.  I think those stats prove
why their economy is the strongest in the world though."

"How?"  J.P. frowned.

"It's small penis syndrome.  Like you hear about old guys compensating by
buying a sports car, or some fancy toys like a yacht.  The whole damn
country is doing that with their 13.58-centimetre penises," I laughed.
"First, I call bullshit on those stats.  Who the hell is going around
measuring erect penises on all the guys around the world?  More
importantly, how do I get that job?"

"No shit, right?  What about immigrants who came from another country?  Are
they counted as part of their original country, or as part of their new
country, and wouldn't that skew the stats?"  J.P. commented.

"Sounds super complicated.  Who has the biggest and smallest?"  I asked,
still wanting to know the details, skewed or not.

"Biggest is Ecuador at 17.6 cm, or 6.9 inches, and smallest is Cambodia at
10.04cm, 3.95 inches."

"Guess I'm not going to Cambodia for boys anytime soon.  Where's Ecuador?"

"South America.  I think it's part of the Amazon."

"Makes sense.  They probably measure some of those tribes, like the ones we
visited.  Those would skew numbers big time.  But the good news is we can
order one and have him delivered overnight with Prime."

I saw a couple heads shake and eyes roll.

"What other countries are the smallest?"  Troy asked ignoring me.

"I'm more interested in the biggest," J.P. grinned.  "Already planning my
trips.  Cameroon, Bolivia.  I'm pretty sure other surveys would have
different results.  Best way to know for sure is to do our own research."

"Agreed.  Now what were we talking about before we got into penis sizes?"
I asked.

"Ummm...oh, yeah.  Timotheé Chalamet."

"Right," I said snapping my fingers.  "Why were we talking about him?  Not
that I ever mind letting my mind wander to that subject.  Hmmm...right, you
being famous enough to hang out with him in his boudoir."

"Can you please stop saying boudoir?  I feel like I'd have to travel back
to 1920 to have sex with him."

"Where of course it'd be illegal to have sex with him, gay being a mental
illness and all."

Troy laughed.  "Somehow I think he'd be worth the risk."

"Agreed."

The next day, Blake was late home from school, which isn't unusual, but he
was grinning from ear to ear as he slammed his backpack onto the kitchen
island.  "I had the most wicked awesome day today.  Ask me what I did."

"No.  I've learned better than that," I replied as he began raiding the
fridge.

He planned on telling me anyway.  "After school, I went over to Sienna's
house with some of her friends, Riley, Kira, and Melody.  You've never met
any of them yet but they're all pretty cute."

"Awww, you're one of the girls now.  How sweet."

He flipped me a finger.  "Nice try, Justin.  I'm all alpha male.  Trust me
on that."

"Anyway, we got to her place and she told her friends that they were going
to talk about boys, and what they like.  She volunteered me to do the
teaching, since I'm a boy and all," he said obviously trying to control his
excitement as he sat down to his snack buffet.

"Still sounds like you're one of the girls now," I teased as I sat beside
him.

He ignored me, and continued.  "It normally takes a lot to surprise me, but
Sienna did that today for sure.  She said they were going to learn how a
boy thinks and how their body works, and that I was there to be their
subject.  Not like I'm complaining.  I won't give you all the details, but
I was a pretty amazing subject," he said, obviously proud of himself.

"Oh, please.  Give me the details," I grinned as I helped myself to some of
his snacks.

"Are you sure?  It's not safe for work stuff."

"Is anything you do safe for work?"

"Good point.  But the story has boobs AND vagina in it.  You want a Gravol
first?"

"Shut up and tell your story, and before you say anything, yes I know
that's a contradiction."

"After they talked about how boys like to do gross stuff like fart and
burp, and other things they said girls didn't do, Sienna had me lie on the
bed and take my shirt off.  She wanted the girls to be able to spend time
exploring my chest, which they totally did.  They looked at how my nipples
worked compared to theirs, and they felt my abs and arms, and such.  It was
sort of fun having all those hands all over me.  Sienna suggested they all
take off their shirts, and compare their boobs to my pecs, and see the
differences.  I think all the girls had been topless around Sienna, but not
all had been topless with each other."

"What makes you think that?"  I asked.

"Because when they started taking off their shirts, Sienna said to them, `I
know you haven't all been topless around each other before, but we
shouldn't be afraid to show our boobs if boys are allowed to be shirtless
whenever they want.'"

"Then you have very good deduction skills," I said sarcastically.

"Yeah, that what I figured," he replied nodding.  "Once they got their
boobs out, they discussed how boys used them like they were squeeze toys,
and how rough some of them were.  Sienna used my hand to show how we're
supposed to play with boobs, and then she leaned in and licked my nipples
to show how they perk up just like a girl's.  She had each one suck and
lick my nipples so they could see it for themselves.  That was awesome."

"How far did this little training session go?"  I asked.

"I'm getting there," he grinned.  "Spoiler alert.  There're three less
virgins for volcano sacrifices when required.  After they were finished
playing with my chest, Sienna asked if they'd like to see a naked boy up
close.  Obviously when they see someone as hot as me lying in front of
them, they're not about to say no.  She gathered them around as I removed
my pants to show off my underwear.  Thankfully I wore my Avengers trunk
briefs.  They all commented on how different boy's underwear was compared
to girls.  That's when Sienna told them that she wears my underwear a lot
when she hangs to over here, and that they're super comfortable.  One of
the other girls admitted she'd tried her brother's underwear, but he got
super mad about it."

"I could see that," I grinned.

"I told them I didn't mind as Sienna looked wicked sexy in them, and she
said she'd show them later once they'd finished learning about how boys
work."

"I'm not sure that's a short lesson.  I'm a boy and I still don't know how
we work all the time," I admitted.

"Me too, Dad.  We're pretty complicated."

"Not as complicated as girls.  It's like the difference between operating a
screwdriver, or walking through a minefield blindfolded and drunk."

Blake laughed.  "Yeah, no shit right. Screw driver...that's funny, `cause
that's what is totally is.  And girls are totally minefields because when
they go off, they really explode and try to take you down with them.  When
the girls all finished talking about my underwear, Sienna asked if I was
hard or not.  I wasn't, which is what I think she was hoping for as she
told me to keep it down for as long as I could.  She explained that most
boys would get hard as soon as you kissed them, but that I'd had lots of
experience so I was able to control myself. She warned the girls that most
boys would cum pretty fast once you got them naked.  I made sure with
clarity that they knew I wasn't one of them.  You gotta make sure they know
I'm not some newbie virgin."

"You're not?" I asked trying to sound shocked.  "Are you saying you've
already had sex?"

Blake chuckled.  "Once or twice.  Technically four times since school let
out, so no, I'm not a virgin."

"Such a slut," I said shaking my head and giving a slight pause.  "I'm
proud of you."

"Thanks Dad," Blake grinned giving me a small side hug.  "Sienna slowly
removed my underwear and reached over to adjust my penis so the girls could
see it properly.  Do you know how difficult it is not to get erect when a
girl touches your penis while three other shirtless girls are watching
everything?"

"Seems like that would be pretty easy," I shrugged.

"Yeah, but if you're omnisexual it's a lot harder, Dad," he clarified.
"Painfully hard...if you know what I mean.  Sienna had me open my legs a
bit so they could see my balls too.  She explained everything about them
and how they went from droopy to tight and round, and how you actually play
with them.  She said you don't use them like squeeze toys either, and that
you play with balls like boobs, nice and gentle and suck on them slowly and
carefully.  She talked about how most boys would be hairy, but that I shave
for diving so that's why all my junk was super smooth.  They all agreed
that they liked no hair best."

"Wish all boys would learn that," I commented.  "Would sure save a lot of
time not having to shave all of them before you can use them."

"Then Sienna had them check out my penis while it was limp.  She explained
about cut and uncut and how to use them differently.  She showed how to
hold one to play with it, and then she let all of them try."

"And you stayed soft for all that?  I hate to tell you this Blake, but it
might not be self control you have, you may not be as turned on by girls as
you thought.  Maybe you're simply gay."

"I'm more woke that that, Dad," he smiled.  "I actually didn't stay totally
soft and warned Sienna that I couldn't keep it down any longer.  She had
them get closer and told me to just let it grow as she rubbed her finger
along the back of the shaft.  All four girls made comments as they watched
my penis expand right in front of them.  They all thought it was
fascinating and said they'd never actually seen one do that before.  One
girl asked if I could do it again, but I had to explain once a boy was
horny, it was pretty difficult to make the penis go down until they had a
climax, or were thrown into a cold shower."

"Let me guess.  They threw you in a cold shower?"

He laughed. "They wanted to, but Sienna suggested they all feel my erection
to see how different it was from my flaccid penis.  Each of them commented
about the size and how it grew so much.  They got a lesson on different
sizes and how penises all grow at various rates.  She made sure to tell
them that I was bigger than the average boy by over a couple inches.  I
think some were disappointed that they might get a boy with a smaller one.
Sienna did explain that smaller didn't necessarily mean that sex would be
less enjoyable.  One girl said that she heard that big penises hurt more
than small ones, and most preferred around six inches."

"Do you think that's actually true?"  I said more to myself as a rhetorical
question than anything.

"Well, I don't know about the majority, but I know some girls who
definitely liked eight inches," he grinned proudly.  "Once the girls had
satisfied their curiosity with my erection, Sienna explained about
different shapes and sizes, comparing it to how all boobs and vaginas were
different.  She then proceeded to show them how you give a proper blowjob.
I want to say that I'm wicked proud of myself.  Do you have ANY idea how
difficult it is to let four girls take turns blowing you, and not cum like
four times?  It's like super super difficult."

"I'll be honest, if I were in that situation at your age with four boys,
I'd have lost it the second they started jerking me off, never mind the
blowjob.  You've got some mad skills buddy."

"I know, right?"  Thank God they only went one at a time, because if they'd
started a group thing, they have all drowned in my cum pool."

"Sounds like they all got a pretty good education.  What was next?  Sienna
finish you off and let them watch you explode everywhere?"

He laughed.  "No.  Sienna wanted to teach them everything, and I think she
was partially having fun making me squirm as I tried not to cum before she
was done.  She told them that for the next part they should all get naked
together.  She took off her pants and panties, and waited for them to do it
too.  It's funny when girls get naked. It's not like boys.  We usually hold
our hand over our junk for privacy.  Girls just get naked and don't care.
Two of them had trimmed pubes, and the other was totally shaved, like
Sienna.  None of them just had wild pubes, like a lot of boys.  Sienna
pointed that out to them and said to keep things neat down there.

"I like Sienna," I told him.  "I'm not sure she's good for you though, as
you're already sexual enough.  You hardly need more encouragement.  But at
least she's on your same wave length."

"Oh, and she likes you too.  Every fucking time we're over here and she
sees you, Jason, or J.P., she wants to hook up with you.  It's exhausting.
I wish you'd just fuck her to get it over with already.  You're like that
one person she can't have, so she wants you even more because of it."

"Who knows what the future brings, Blake.  Maybe down the road we'll all be
in a giant mixed sex orgy and my penis will accidentally find its way into
her," I teased.

"Really?  You'd participate in a boy/girl orgy?  That would be one
seriously lit night."

"I wouldn't participate in this reality, but dude, there's a whole
multiverse out there of unlimited possibilities."

"So true.  There's probably even one where you're straight and an A-list
celebrity hosting wild parties every night," he said with a big grin.

"Let's not get too crazy, Blake.  In ALL multiverses I'd be gay.  There's
no question about that."

"Probably true.  Time and space would fold in on itself if even one of you
had any percentage of straight in him.  It would change the entire
multiverse."

"Exactly," I nodded.  "What happened next with your girl training?"

Sienna explained about sex with a boy.  She reminded them that unless they
were on the pill, condoms were mandatory, no matter how much the boy begged
to go in raw and promise to pull out.  She warned that once boys were on
the verge of reaching orgasm, our brains shut off and nothing can persuade
them to pull out before they come down from the high.  She really drilled
it into them, then showed them how to put a condom on me.  She let each of
them try it until the got the hang of it."

"Wasn't that a huge waste of condoms?"

"Yeah, but we get them from the gay centre downtown.  They have a huge bowl
full of them, and you can take as many as you want.  Straight guys go buy
them, which is wicked stupid as they're expensive.  I guess a lot of them
wouldn't feel right going to a gay place to get some."

I nodded.  "You know, that might be a good community service project for
the Junior Q.  Provide free condoms for straight guys at school.  Talk to
one of the gay organizations to supply you with condoms and then let guys
know you have them."

"Schools don't distribute condoms," he replied.

"Don't issue them through the school, just let guys know you have them and
they'll come ask.  Easier to ask a peer, than a teacher or nurse.  I'm
surprised your school doesn't offer them.  Mine did.  They were in vending
machines in the bathroom.  25 cents."

"I think some schools do, but ours doesn't.  Maybe I'll bring that up to
our student council."

"Good idea.  Then you can set up a class where you show them how to put one
on," I teased.

"Sure Dad.  I'll stand naked in front of the entire school and show them
how to slide a condom down an erection.  I'm sure that won't get me
expelled."

"At least with a penis your size, the kids in the back row would still be
able to see what was happening."  I laughed.

"Or...I could get put a camera up close and project it onto the main
screen.  Imagine a 10-foot penis being shown.  I'd be a legend."

"Okay, before you go thinking that being expelled would be worth the legend
status, it's not.  I'm sure enough people have seen your penis anyway."

"But not everyone...not yet," he grinned.  "After the girls got the hang of
the condom, Sienna asked if they'd like to see a penis go into a vagina?
She straddled me and had her friends sit on either side so they could see
everything.  They all watched as she placed my penis at the entrance to her
honey pot and wiggled it around the squishy lips.  She explained that she
liked to do that before taking it, as it got the boys hornier and felt good
too.  As she talked, she kept working me slightly deeper and held her pussy
wide open so they could see how my penis disappeared.  Once I was all the
way in, she put my hands on her boobs, and told them that boys would
automatically grab for them while having sex, and that they just needed to
remind us not to be so rough as we got closer to climax.  She did let them
know that when a boy was in that state, they'd pretty much agree to
anything at that point.  Do you think that's true?"

"Definitely.  If you're getting close to climax and a girl asks for
something, there's no way you'd say no for fear that she'd stop and you
wouldn't get to cum.  If they choose to use that trick, they pretty much
own you," I replied with my vast knowledge of women.

"Couldn't you just change your mind once you do cum?"  Blake reasoned.

"You could, but then they resort to something like, `oh, that's too bad.  I
really thought you liked having sex with me.'"

Blake laughed.  "Yeah, that I can see for sure.  Thankfully Sienna's not
like that."

I couldn't help but laugh extra loud.  "She's not?  She's the queen of
that, or did you forget her `if you want sex with me, you have to have sex
with Blake' rule.  That's that and more."

"That's different.  They're not in the crazy commit to anything horny phase
yet," he reasoned.

"Oh really?  You have a straight boy excited about having sex with a hot
girl, who has already wound them up by saying she's willing to fuck them,
then she drops the rule, and likely teases them with a boob flash or more
just to seal the deal.  It's the same."

"Maybe.  But anyway, when Sienna was finished showing them what a fuck
looked like, she got off me and asked who'd like to go next.  Kira was
first to answer and straddled me.  Sienna had me finger her first, then
aimed my cock so we could connect.  They went slow because of the whole
virgin thing.  You know what happens when you do a girl for the first time,
right?"

"Gross, Blake.  Jesus, way to throw a horror twist into an otherwise
interesting tale.  That doesn't happen to all girls.  Some pop the seal
before they have actual sex so they don't have to deal with it.  Like you
do with a frozen dinner before dropping it in the microwave.  You pierce
the plastic covering a few times.  Girls could use a dildo, vibrator, or
cucumber to go the same thing."

Blake almost fell off his chair laughing.  "Oh my god, now all I can see is
the inside of a girl's vagina having this plastic film on it before your
penis goes up and punctures it.  I also may never be able to eat microwave
dinners again.  At least you didn't give me that visual before I got with
the girls.  I did each one of the girls one at a time while the others
watched.  That was like maybe the best thing in my whole life so far.  How
I didn't cum like ten times is a freakin' miracle!"

"Just seeing a vagina up close would have been enough to prevent me from
cumming," I said to him.

"That's because you don't understand the beauty and erotic draw of the
vagina, Dad.  The feeling when your penis first slides through those wet
lips and into the cavern of silk," he said rolling his eyes and licking his
lips.

"Shut up.  Seriously, before I start becoming nauseated."

He just grinned some more.  "Once each of them tried it, Sienna then showed
them how to take it doggy style.  She had me fuck her first, then one at a
time they took turns letting me fuck them that way.  I was only allowed to
do them for a few seconds each as Sienna didn't want me cumming.  She saved
that until the end when she blew me, and jerked me off while they watched.
I ended up blasting all over myself, and fortunately I hadn't cum today so
it was a pretty impressive display.  Some flew over my head, and a bit hit
me on the chin.  She showed them how to squeeze my dick dry and then lick
the tip clean.  None of them were into doing that.  Thank god, or I'd have
gone crazy.  You know how sensitive penises are after you nut.  She did let
them play in the puddles to see how cum felt and smelled.  None of them
actually seemed to like it though."

"Damn.  Girls have really changed since I went to school." I said shaking
my head.  "Even my straight friends never had luck like that."

"I don't think all girls have changed, but I guess when you have a friend
like Sienna, she teaches them to take control and not let boys be in charge
of everything."

"It should be equal though.  Not boys being used as sex objects."  What am
I saying?  Doctor, we need 10cc's of testosterone...stat!

"Dad!  Seriously?  Do you know ANY straight guy who would refuse to be a
sex object for four girls?  I think not."

"What was the point of todays lesson?" I asked still slightly curious.

"To let girls see how a boy changes when he gets horny.  I'm pretty sure
they all enjoyed seeing a naked guy up close too.  I feel sorry for other
guys though," he laughed.  "Those chicks had me as their first.  They're
gonna be wicked disappointed when they get a five-inch virgin that lasts
only four seconds.  I may have set the bar way too high."

"Good thing you're not an egotist," I said putting my arm around him.

"Yeah, true, but I can be self-defecating when I need to," he grinned.

"I think you meant self-deprecating," I laughed.

"What did I say?"

"Self defecating, which means you can poop by yourself.  I think you meant
deprecating, which means you can make fun of yourself."

"I can do both," he shrugged, and we both laughed.

"What happened after you were all done?"

"Nothing.  We talked about school, homework, and shit like that until the
girls went home.  Sienna said she thought it went well, and that they all
liked me.  Like that was ever in doubt.  She said we'd teach them some more
advanced stuff later if they were still curious."

"What sort of advanced stuff?"  I asked, as it seemed like they'd pretty
much covered it all right out of the gate.

"Like three-ways, group stuff.  Sienna said she'd show them how to use a
strap-on and get to a boy's prostate.  Things like that.  I'm good with it.
Not like I'd object to getting railed while I was eating out some tasty pie
and getting blown."

"Do me a favour, never tell me about eating pie again.  I like pie and I
don't need you ruining it for me."

"Awww...poor narrow-focused gay boy.  Missing out on the pleasures of a
nice hairy pussy pie.  Those tasty, salty wet lips just eagerly awaiting a
firm probing tongue..."

He didn't get to finish as I wrestled him to the ground while trying to
cover his mouth with my hand.  "With whipped cream!!" he screamed as he
giggled.  He was considerably stronger than I remember, and I honestly
think we've reached the point where he can actually kick my ass if he
wanted.  Fortunately, he let me win as I ended up on top of him while we
lay there panting.  I rolled to the side and looked at him.

"Almost sounds like you are leaning more towards preferring girls than boys
now," I said to him.

"Not at all," he replied.  "I like doing new and interesting things, and
this was just really fun.  I'd have just as much fun if it'd had been four
curious straight guys wondering what it was like to be with another guy.  I
honestly don't think I could ever subscribe to just being with one person
forever.  Life is more interesting when you can just explore all options,
sexual or not sexual.  If you don't know about something, you can't really
have an informed opinion on it."

"I like that too," I nodded as I stood up and pulled him to his feet.
"Just don't do anything dangerous.  Talk to us about it first."

"I would.  Like I read that lots of people survived skydiving without a
parachute.  There're tons of stories on it on Reddit.  They just do it like
a high dive and slice into the water.  I'm thinking that would be fun to
do."

"You're getting your information on Reddit?  Are you insane?"  I said
sitting up and staring at him.

"No," he giggled.  "But you should see the look on your face right now.
Dad, I'm almost 15.  I'm not an idiot.  No way I'd skydive without a
parachute.  Now doing it naked would be fun.  Maybe I could do a whole
series on it.  First learning to skydive, then doing it naked, then jerking
off as I fall, finally sex.  First with a girl and then with a guy.  Maybe
a group circle thing... Damn, you know how popular I'd be?"

I stared at him, trying to see past his eyes and into his brain.

"There's that look again," he chuckled.  "Now you just have to ask
yourself, am I serious or just screwing with your mind?  I'm a therapist's
wet dream, Dad."

"Of that, there is no question.  Someone could retire with the money they'd
make off you.  Would you actually do any of that?"

He pressed himself against me and moved his face in close.  "Guess you'll
just have to wait for my video biography to know for sure.  But ask
yourself this, if a cute boy asked you to have sex with him in the air,
would you?"  he grinned as he leaned in to give me a kiss.

I looked for my phone to text Kyle and ask if he knew of any nude skydiving
places.  I simply shook my head at Blake before we sat back down.  "After
today's activities, did you like one of the girls more than the other?"

"I like Melody. Sweet, sweet Melody.  Playing all the right tunes to turn
me on," he said swaying his head slowly as if actually listening to a tune.

"Shut up.  You're such a weirdo.  You liked Melody best?"

"No, Kira.  Right after Sienna that is.  I wouldn't trade her in for
anyone," he replied.

Trade her in?  Like she's a used car.  Actually, a well used car, if we're
being honest.  Let's face it though, she had good pickup ability, and could
go 0-100k faster than a Tesla in plaid mode.  Plus, there's something about
her also being self driving with an all-weather exterior, and great
headlights.  Not sure on all the features.

"That's good.  I think Sienna is a keeper, at least for now," I agreed.  "I
don't think you'll find many girls like her."

"That's true.  That's why we're still at the top of the most prominent
list.  God, I am so gonna end up having a killer wet dream tonight thinking
about today.  I might have to ask one of the guys to give my ass a good
hard pounding so I can at least get to sleep."

"Good luck with that."

"Anyway, once the girls start telling their friends about me, I have a
feeling this could become a full-time job."

"You don't really have time for a full-time job.  Maybe find other boys
who'd be willing to be models, for lack of a better word."

"We'll see how it goes," he shrugged.  "I should go have a shower.  I'm
kind of sticky."

"Please never tell me how sticky you are ever again," I laughed as we stood
up.

He giggled as he hugged me and then turned to run off.  Great, now I'm
gonna be sticky.

I wonder if I should talk to Blake and Sienna together to maybe limit their
activities.  I don't mind them having a three-way with someone, but this
seemed like it could go off the rails pretty fast.  Last thing I need is a
line of parents outside the house with baseball bats, hockey sticks,
pitchforks, and torches demanding I turn over the boy who has been
deflowering every girl in school.  Why is it called deflowering?  Nothing
about a vagina says flower to me.  Nothing.

I tried to put any thoughts of flowers out of my head and went on with my
day.  At dinner, Blake was still on his adrenaline high, or maybe just
actually high, but when he went to explain his day to everyone, I put a
quick stop to it.

"Garren, do you like girls?"

"Sure.  I like most people," he nodded.  "If you're talking about sex, I
prefer boys though."

"Well if you want to do a whole group thing with girls and guys, let me
know and I'll set it up.  Are you guys settled in now?"

Before I could warn them that I smelled a set up coming, both `Marvin' and
Garren said they were.  Oh well, if they can't handle Blake, that's on
them.

"Cool.  I'll join you for the sleepover tonight then.  You both sleep
naked, I hope."

"Let's change the subject," Colin suggested.

"When do I get to sleepover?"  J.J. asked looking at Blake expectantly.

"Probably on the weekend.  We'll use my room since I have the two beds,"
Blake offered.

"Let's just play that by ear.  Maybe the guys already have plans, being the
weekend and all," I suggested.

We decided to talk about pretty much anything but Blake's day or his
sleepover plans as we finished dinner.  I still wanted to know the answer
to whether Garran and `Marvin' slept naked.  I'm pretty sure they must.
`Marvin' always did before, so I can't imagine him wearing flannel pyjamas
now.  I was actually proud of myself right now.  `Marvin' and Garren had
been here 24 hours and I still hadn't played with them yet.  Hell, I
haven't even seen Garren naked, or even shirtless.  In another 24 hours
though, my proudness will turn to disappointment if I haven't made some
sort of movement on this.  I can only be straight for so long before the
gay mafia show up to review my current status in the club.

"Hi Dad.  This is Joel," Blake said introducing the boy with him as he came
home from school the next day.  I almost burst out laughing.  Except for
the hair, the guy could be Blake's clone.  No wonder the little narcissist
was attracted to him.  Joel's hair wasn't wavy like Blake's, it was
extremely straight, parted at the side and partially hung in his face,
making him truly adorable.

"Hi Joel.  Nice to meet you."

"Thanks for letting me come over, sir," he said quietly.

"No need for sir, I'm Justin.  What are you boys up to?  Homework?"

"Oh, no thanks.  We have plenty," Blake replied, being a smart ass.  "We're
gonna use the pool and waterslide for a bit.  Maybe hit the weights, take a
steam.  Don't forget I have karate tonight."

"I usually figure that out when you appear in front of us in your white
pyjamas."

"It's a gi, Dad.  Not pyjamas.  Not an outfit and not a karate costume.  A
gi!  Come on Joel, let's go before I have to karate chop some sense into
him."

Joel just gave a smile and followed Blake upstairs to his room.  I was
surprised when they came down just a few minutes later, and perhaps more
surprised that they were wearing swim shorts.  It was cute watching them.
They were holding hands until they rounded the corner.  Joel saw me in the
distance and pulled free.  Blake waved and shrugged as they ran past, and
then rejoined hands once they were on the stairs down to the pool.  I left
them to enjoy themselves and didn't even open the laptop to check the
cameras.  I'm maturing like that...at least that's my story.

I'm not sure how long they were gone, but the next time I saw them, they
were headed for the kitchen having changed back into their clothes again.

"Oh, cool!"  You have a grand piano?"  Joel exclaimed as they headed
towards the media room.  I have really good hearing, that's how I know what
everyone says all the time.

"Yeah, it's a baby grand actually," Blake replied.

"Do you play?"

"Sure.  Do you?"

"Yeah.  Wanna play something together?"  Joel asked as they moved to settle
in on the bench.  He tested the piano out for a minute and then the boys
began to play something.  It sounded fantastic.  I mean we already know
Blake is exceptional at the piano, although he doesn't play as much as he
did when he was younger.  They were halfway through the song when Joel
began singing along.  The boy was like an angel.  I'm going to sign him up
for Canada's Got Talent, if we ever get that, but until then I'd just put
him on the X Factor Canada, except we don't have that either.  Maybe we
could find a spot for him on Maple Syrup Wars...once I drizzle the idea for
that series over the network execs.  For now, I guess he's just gonna have
to hit the community centre talent show circuit, and care home
entertainment hours.

Once they finished, I couldn't help but clap for them.  "Guys!  That was
insane.  Holy shit.  You two should be working Vegas with that act."  I
also heard additional clapping from behind me and turned to see `Marvin'
and Garren.  I guess I hadn't heard them come home during the impromptu
concert.

"Shut up, Dad!" Blake grinned.  "He's a parent.  It's his job to be
supportive."

"I'm serious guys.  You sound amazing.  Joel your singing voice is
incredible.  I could see you being a big star one day.  Is the piano the
only instrument you play?"

"No.  I can also play the guitar and drums," he admitted.  "I'm best on the
piano and worst on the drums, but I can still play them well enough to get
by."

"Well anytime you two want to give a show for all of us, we'd love to hear
it."

"Tickets would cost you twenty bucks," Blake said quickly, jumping on the
financial opportunity.  He's spending too much time with Colin.

Joel leaned in to give a low whisper to Blake, but with my super hearing I
could make it out.  "Holy shit, Blake.  Do you know who that is over
there?"

"Are you talking about `Marvin' or Garren?"  He asked looking over at the
guys.

"`Marvin'.  I've seen him in tons of stuff.  He's an actor.  Why is he in
your house?"

Blake raised his voice to slightly above a normal level.  "Yeah, that's a
good question.  Who are you people and why are you in my house?"  He said
sternly, but with a smirk.

"Joel, this is `Marvin' and Garren, "I said, introducing them.  "They're
staying with us while they film the second season of `Blurred Lines'.
Guys, this is Joel.  Blake's friend."

Everyone introduced themselves, and the guys made a point of complimenting
Blake and Joel on their piano and signing.

"You should ask J.J. to join you.  He's a pretty good singer too," I added.
"I can see the boy band forming as we speak.  Blake on keyboards, Joel on
guitar, and J.J. on..."

"Crack!"  Blake said as he laughed hard.  "We're gonna go watch a movie for
a bit.  Don't come in though as we're probably going to be making out.  You
know how it goes when you're in a dark room with someone as hot as Joel."

"He's just joking.  We're just gonna watch the movie," Joel said giving
Blake mild dagger eyes.

"I dunno.  I'd agree that you're a good-looking guy.  I wouldn't trust
myself in the dark with someone like you either.  Enjoy your movie boys."

Now that I knew they were going to be making out, I really wanted to walk
in on them, mainly to see how Joel responded.  I didn't though.

`Marvin' looked at me.  "That guy could be Blake's doppelganger.  Having
sex with him might almost be considered narcissistic."

"I thought it was just me who thought they looked alike?" Garren said
nodding.  "Are they actually hooking up?"

"I'll let you know after this visit is over.  They both seem into each
other, so we'll see how it goes.  Changing the subject.  How are you liking
Vancouver so far, Garren?"

"Great city from what I've seen.  Friendly people.  Could use a little more
sunshine and less rain, but it's all good.

"If you're wet, get out of those clothes.  I'll get a towel and thoroughly
dry you off," I offered.  "You wouldn't want any of your bits to wrinkle
and go soggy."

"Thanks, but we avoided the downpour," he replied, with `Marvin' just
standing beside him amused.

`Marvin chuckled as he put his arm around Garren's waist.  "Dude, first
time I met Justin, he had such a celebrity crush on me that he was
basically non-functional until I kissed him.  He was so taken with me; he
actually came in his pants."

"A total lie," I said grinning.  "It was simply a coincidence."

"Sure it was.  I had to actually fuck him before he could form complete
sentences around me."

"Yeah, you know what they say.  Never meet your idols as they'll usually
not live up to your expectations," I added extra insult by raising my pinky
finger.

Garren laughed.  "You know we're boyfriends, right?  I know he's not small
in the private appendage area."

"Just so we're crystal clear starting off," I smirked, "no area containing
any appendage is considered private in this house."

"So I'm learning.  I'm just a little reserved until I get to know people,
so don't take it the wrong way or anything."

`Marvin' nodded and laughed.  "The Triple J's will take it anyway you wanna
give it."

"Triple J's?"  Garren asked with a confused look.

"Jason, Justin, and J.P.  The Triple J's, get it?"

"Got it."

"You two are not helping standing there looking all sexy as fuck," I
commented.

"Oh dude, you're never getting his again," `Marvin' said running his hands
over himself.  "I'm apparently too small for you."  He held up his pinky
finger and waved it at me.  "Come on Garren, let's go upstairs so I can
check your private appendage area and see how big it is."

The boys took off upstairs and I was left to reflect on my comments.  I'm
still gonna get to fuck them though, right?  At some point.

After Joel had gone home, Blake sat beside me in the kitchen.  "Did Joel
have a good time?" I asked.

"Yeah.  He said he did, so I'm guessing he liked everything.  He especially
liked seeing `Marvin' and Garren."

"And you?  Did you have a good time?"

"Mostly."

"Mostly huh?  I noticed you were wearing your shorts for swimming.  His
idea I take it?"

"Yeah.  He even changed in my bathroom.  I really wanted to see him naked,"
Blake replied as he looked at me.

"I'm sure if it's meant to be, you will," I replied trying to sound both
supportive and parenty at the same time.

"I don't get it though.  I know he's horny, because when we were kissing in
the pool and media room, he pressed against me and I could feel his boner.
But when I reached out to grope him, he jumped back each time.  He later
apologized for getting hard.  I told him that it's totally normal, and that
was I hard the whole time too.  I was gonna suggest we blow each other to
make them go down, but I thought that might freak him out.

"It does sounds like he's still a bit shy."

"I dunno what it is.  He's admitted he has no problem changing around other
guys in locker rooms."

"It could be because he sees you as something more than a friend."

"Why would that matter?  I've seen all my friends naked.  Hell, I've had
sex with most of them.  No big deal."

"It might be for Joel.  Why don't you just keep being friends and see where
this goes.  He obviously likes you.  Pretend you're not interested in him
for sex, and enjoy the friendship for once.  Let him guide the timing.  Who
knows, you might enjoy it more."

"Nice.  Reverse psychology.  Smart!" He said tapping his forehead.  "Make
him think I'm not interested in having sex, and he'll make moves to try and
get me interested.  Like when you tell a straight boy they're not your
type, and they almost kill themselves to prove they are.  Smart, Dad.  No
wonder you're a shrink."

"No exactly where I was headed with that," I replied.  I mean he wasn't
wrong.  It might totally work depending on the type of person Joel was, but
I was trying to have a teachable moment here.  "You get enough sex, so why
not just look to those people when you're horny, and be friends with Joel
on his terms instead of yours?"

"I can do that.  But I gotta see him naked soon or I'm gonna go crazy.
He's so fuckin' cute and his boner seemed a nice size from the outline in
his shorts.  But did you see his body?  Whoa!  That's someone I could lick
for days.  I wanna take him to bed soooo bad!!"

"Down boy.  Remember, on his terms, not yours.  When I first saw the two of
you together, I thought he looked a lot like you.  Then when you were just
in shorts, he is even more similar.  You both share the same body type and
looks."

"Do you think that means he has a super cute ass and big penis too?"  Blake
grinned.  "Probably means you thought he was smokin' hot?"

"Nice.  After what I just said, that means I'd think you're smokin' hot as
well.  Let's just say I like that you both wore shorts today."

"I'm thinking you just insulted me.  Bad shrink!" He giggled.  "I had an
idea on how to get him naked though.  Wanna hear it?"

"If I said no, would it stop you telling me?"  So much for letting Joel do
things at his own speed.

"Probably not.  So I figure I'll throw one of my naked pool parties and
invite everyone.  We'd probably even let the girls come to it.  I'm still
thinking about that though.  I'm sure it'd be fun, but it might also be
weird having naked girls running around.  Guys could get slapped like wet
fish with boobs flying everywhere."

I don't know how he thinks boobs work, but it's not like they flap around
in the wind like laundry.  I'm more worried about the annoying whistling
sound from their pussies.  The wind blows across those things and it's like
a vagina symphony, and you really need to keep those things away from the
`wood' wind section.

"I'd include Joel, and when he saw how comfortable every one was being
naked, he'd do it too so he didn't feel like the odd guy out."

"And what if he didn't want to do it?  Or was worried about getting an
erection?"

"I'd explain before the party that he'd see lots of erections as they
happen all the time.  I'd also explain that a lot of the guys are pretty
sexual, so some may hook up and fool around together."

"And your thinking is that when he sees all that, he'll get horny and want
to try something?"  I reasoned.  Mainly I figured it out because that's
exactly what I'd do, but this wasn't about me.  It was about me giving
Blake teachable moment.

"Of course.  Like who's gonna turn down a blowjob when someone offers it
while you're all naked?  That'd be super rude."

"I have a feeling that he might not be comfortable with that idea.  Maybe
check with him first before you plan anything.  I'd present it in such a
way that he feels like he's part of planning it."

"Oh yeah!  If he thinks he set up the party with me, he'd me more into it.
Smart thinking.  He's got tons of friends, so we could invite some of them
as well.  I wouldn't mind checking out what some of those guys look like
under their clothes.  I might even get to do a few as a bonus."

"Again, maybe not the best idea if Joel is into monogamy over orgies."

"I'd be discreet Dad.  It's not like I'd blow his friends, or let them fuck
me in front of him.  I'm not that insensitive."

"Good to know."

"Thanks for the talk.  I'm gonna go think about the party.  Do you think I
could use part of the adult playroom to set up a gloryhole area?  We could
use it for anonymous blowjobs."

"Or, and I'm just going out on a limb here, have a party that doesn't
include that.  If the idea is to get Joel more comfortable around you, make
it a normal party, just without clothes."

He took off to no doubt plan a 300-person naked pool party that would turn
into a giant orgy...with or without Joel.

Days later, I was sitting on the couch in my room doing work updates on my
computer when Blake walked in.  "Hi Dad.  Are you busy?  Can I talk to you
for a minute?"

"Sure.  Anytime.  I haven't seen you around much in the last little while.
You're a busy guy," I replied as I closed the laptop and put it aside.
Blake removed his shirt and tossed it on the floor before he came over and
stretched out on the couch, laying his head on my lap.  Not sure why the
shirt had to come off, but I've learned it's sometimes better if you don't
ask, in case it starts a whole other conversation.  I put one hand on his
chest, and ran my fingers through his hair with the other.  He's got
seriously soft hair, and loves having his chest rubbed.  He's like a puppy.

"Yeah, I'm trying to get lots of stuff done before filming starts and I
have to leave school.  I've been doing tons of diving practices lately as
I'm trying to perfect some dives.  Also me and Darcy are still doing
karate, and when Layne is around we try to fit in some sex as well.  Then
I've got to spend time with Sienna and J.J, and now Joel.  That's what I
wanted to talk about.  I have a problem," he said in with an exhausting
opening statement.

"No need to panic.  A couple days worth of penicillin will cure that right
up," I joked.

"I'm serious, Dad.  I have no idea what to do.  It's a crisis.  A big
crisis," he said sounding dramatic.  Let me guess, he doesn't have shoes to
match his new socks?  The toothpaste we got him doesn't have whitening as
one of the features.  He's got an ingrown hair somewhere?

"That's what I'm here for.  What's the crisis?"

"It's Joel."

"Pregnant, huh?  Don't worry, we'll be here to help you raise it."

"Dad!"  He said glaring up at me.  "Are you gonna take this serious or just
be a dick?"

"Ouch.  Sorry.  I'm listening.  What's the problem with Joel?"

"It's not really what the problem with Joel is, he's perfect.  Like super
perfect.  I just don't know what to do."

"Can you be more specific?"

"I told him about the naked pool party idea, and he said it sounded fun, so
I really thought he'd be into it.  Turns out he doesn't want to go to
something like that.  I asked if it was because he was worried about being
naked, which most guys are until they do it."

"And how did he respond?"

"He said it was more about me and him than the party.  I totally didn't
understand until I asked him.  He said he really liked us hanging out
together, and even making out like we do, but he wasn't ready to get naked
with me yet."

"He's obviously a bit more reserved than you.  Not everyone takes their
clothes off as a way of saying hello.  Let things progress at their own
speed without pressuring him."

"That's what I keep trying for.  Friends with benefits is where I'm trying
to get, but he keeps stopping at anything past holding hands and kissing.
I even told him that I'd be dtf if he wanted to.  You know what dtf is,
right?"

"Yes, I know what dtf is, Blake.  Down to fuck.  Not exactly the definition
of not pressuring him."

"I didn't say he had to, just that I'd be into it if he was.  I was
thinking that maybe next time we go swimming, I just change in front of him
anyway and act normal, like we would at a public swimming pool.  I'd give
him plenty of opportunity to let him see what he's missing."

"That's up to you, but don't push him to undress in front of you."

"I wouldn't, but I want sex with him so bad it makes my dick hurt.  Any
ideas on how I can get him into bed?  And don't suggest chloroform and
roofies.  I already thought of that," he giggled as I gently played with
his nipples and hair.  I watched him undo the top button of his pants,
lower the zipper and shove his hand down inside.  Every guy's natural
resting position.

"As I've said before, just let him set the time line with what he's
comfortable with.  You're experienced with sex, he's not.  When he's ready,
I'm sure he'll let you know.  I thought you were enjoying having him as
just a friend?"

"I am. I mean I met his parents and they're amazing.  Every time I go over,
his mom has baked something.  Yesterday it was cookies, the day before it
was banana bread.  We've even had cherry pie.  I'm gonna get fat if I keep
going over there."

I'm no expert, but as active as Blake is, I doubt some baked goods would
make him fat, but it's fun to imagine him as a big round guy stuffing pie
and cakes into his face as he waves for more.

"I'm pretty sure they even know Joel is gay, because each time I'm over,
they remind Joel to leave his bedroom door open if we're going to be in
there.  I guess they think we're gonna do something.  I wish," he added
quietly.

"They sound like pretty cool parents."

"They are.  I like them and I'm sure they like me too."

"They just don't know you yet," I teased I rubbed his chest more firmly.
"Tell them how badly you want into Joel's pants, and that'll end the baked
goods."

"Probably.  But I have another problem that I wanted to discuss.  Joel
asked if I'd ever had a boyfriend before, or just girlfriends, as he knows
I like both.  I told him all about Brody, which I don't think went that
well as I might have told him too much."

"Let me guess.  You explained sex in detail?"

"Yeah.  I think he blushed at some of it, and went super quiet afterward.
Then he asked if I'd ever date another boy if Sienna and I broke up.  I
told him I'd even date a boy while Sienna and I were together.  She'd be
fine with it, and we'd even be okay with a three-way or group thing."

"How did he take that?"

"Not that well.  He repeated that he wasn't into that, and wanted a
boyfriend who was just dating him and no one else.  He said that you should
really get to know someone before you do something as intimate as sex.  I
told him what you guys always told me.  That being gay, we have sex first
to see if we'd wanna get to know the guy.  If you don't like the sex
together, chances are you're not going to get along with the other stuff
either.  We totally disagreed on that."

"Each person sees it differently.  Neither of you are wrong.  Some want
that personal connection before they get to sex, which they see as the
ultimate bond between two people.  Others want to make sure that any
long-term relationship would work out by having sex right away.  Saves a
lot of heart break if they aren't compatible in bed."

"That's the type I normally like.  Fuck first, date later, but with Joel it
feels really different than with any other boy I've been friends with,
which is kinda why I'm so confused.  At least he didn't say he wants to be
married before sex."

"Even if he did want that, maybe you two aren't compatible in that respect
and you should just be good friends," I suggested.  I mean if I were Blake,
I'd be trying anything I could to see the boy naked too, but I can't
exactly team up with Blake to devise a plan on how to get him into bed.
I'll wait until they're no longer friends, and go after Joel on my own.
Insert evil villain cackle here.

"Every time I think of Joel, my stomach feels all weird.  I sometimes even
have trouble breathing, and don't even get me started on the erections he
gives me.  He's an amazing kisser, and when we go out, I can't wait to hold
his hand and let people to see us together."

"Sounds like you're really falling for him."

"I dunno.  He smells so good and his hair is amazing.  I hate it when one
of us has to go home.  I really really want to sleep with him, but Joel has
a strong vision of what he wants his first time to be like."

"That can be important.  For most people, their first time is something
they'll always remember, and that memory doesn't usually include being bent
over behind the bleachers and fucked hard while others watch," I said as he
looked up at me.

"I dunno Dad.  It's hot being fucked in public with others seeing how sexy
you are," Blake grinned.  "It's even hotter when they join in.  Like a
couple days ago, I was doing Sienna at the bleachers for our lunch time
quickie when this eleventh grader walked up to us and said we were looking
pretty good.  He asked if I'd be okay taking Sienna's boobs out so he could
see them, so I pulled her shirt down to let him look.  He felt her boobs,
then got on his knees so he could get under her.  It was pretty hot
actually, as anyone could have walked in on us.  He sucked her boobs for a
bit and then started fingering her pussy even as I was fucking her.  He
pulled her pants the rest of the way down and began eating her out.  I
could feel his tongue on my dick sometimes too.  He played with my ass, but
then suddenly got out from under Sienna and said he had to go.  I thought
he was gonna fuck us, but I'm guessing he came in his pants.  I kinda wish
Joel was outgoing like that.  We'd have insane fun all the time."

"Possibly, but it may not be the memory you want as your first time.  Did
he tell you what he envisions?"

"Yeah.  He said you go out to dinner, and then walk along the beach holding
hands and kissing.  Then you go home and make out, undressing each other
slowly.  You explore each other's bodies until you finally go all the way.
The way he talks about it, you can almost see him dreaming it in his head."

"Sounds like he's a traditionalist.  Not to be insulting but if you end up
getting serious about Joel, would you be able to only have sex with one
person, ignoring all others?"

"No.  That's so stupid, but I didn't tell him that.  I've only tried to
explain how much fun it could be to hook up with different people.  He
thinks it would be more fun to have one person that he didn't have to
share.  Maybe you could use your shrink voodoo on him, and convince him
that group sex is more fun.  He'd listen to you more than me."

"He's got a perfectly normal approach to a relationship, so I wouldn't have
any sort of session with him to convince him otherwise.  He's your friend,
you'd either have to get him to see it your way, or adapt to do it his way,
if you want to be together."

"I think this might end up in binding arbitration," he said shaking his
head slightly.

"Or at least in bindings," I joked, going completely over Blake's head.

"I did come up with one idea that I think might work," he said as his hand
moved slightly faster inside his pants, showing just how excited he was
thinking about Joel.  "Other than the pool party, which might only let me
see him naked, this other idea would probably get me into bed with him.  I
could suggest to Sienna that we take a pause for a little while so that I
could be Joel's boyfriend."

"I'm not sure I understand.  A pause?  How does that work?"

"Sienna and I take a break from being together.  She can hook up with my
friends for a bit, and I can even be there to watch as long as I don't have
sex with them."

"And you think you be able to control yourself to not join in?"

"Ahhh!" he smiled.  "That's the genius of the whole plan.  I'll get to have
sex with Joel, and once he's hooked on it, I'll convince him to branch out
and try new things when he realizes how lit sex really is.  We can double
date, maybe with Darcy and Layne and end the night back in my bedroom for a
sleepover.  Joel and I can be in one bed, with Darcy and Layne in the
other.  Once he sees them fucking, he won't be able to resist us joining in
and we can have our first four-way.  After that...boom.  He's into having
others join us.  Then I get back with Sienna and we all date together."  He
began jerking off even faster, pushing his underwear down to free his
erection.

"Just one problem with that.  If Joel is completely gay, he's not going to
want to see you having sex with a girl, and he sure as hell isn't going to
want to join in with her."

"He doesn't know what he wants yet.  That'd be my job as his boyfriend to
show him new stuff.  Oh god he gets me so horny!!"  He panted as he moved
his hips to enhance the masturbation.

"I can see that," I grinned as I watched him.

"I'm not kidding Dad.  Every time I think about him, my cock gets so hard
it hurts."

"Blake, that may not be a good gauge since you're hard more than you're
soft," I chuckled.

"True, but not this hard.  My balls are never as tight as when I think of
being in bed with him.  I can smell him in my mind, and then I imagine
myself eating his ass while I inhale how great he smells.  After that I
almost cause my dick to smoke as I jerk off so fast thinking about fucking
him for the first time.  Feel how hard my cock is," he panted as he grabbed
my hand from his chest and wrapped it around his throbbing boner.  He put
his own hand around mine and kept masturbating himself.

"That's pretty firm alright, but isn't it always this hard?"  I smiled as I
watched him lose to his hormones.

"Feel my nuts.  Like they're never that tight.  They're like concrete
they're so firm."  He moved my hand to cup his balls, before putting his
hand back on his penis.  "Oh god that feels good.  I can't wait until Joel
is down there sucking my balls and deep throating my dick.  I want him so
bad that if I don't get him soon, you're gonna have to commit me to the nut
house."

"I already have your intake appointment scheduled.  With or without Joel,"
I joked.  Blake pushed his pants further down to expose himself fully, and
kept on jerking off as I held his perfectly round nutsac.  They were
reacting to the stimulation, and the way Blake was squirming around, we
probably should have had some tissues handy as things are going erupt any
moment.

"What do you think of my idea?"

"I think it's terrible, if I'm being honest.  Joel wants a first boyfriend
who loves him, and only when the bond is there, will he want sex.  To take
him that far into the relationship for the sole purpose of your self
gratification of fucking him, would be cruel."

"I wouldn't just fuck him, Dad.  I'd be into everything else too like the
kissing and blowjobs and stuff.  I'd even want him to fuck me so he could
see what he likes best."

"Then what?  Let's say sex with him isn't what you expect.  If he's
terrible, what do you do?  Do you keep having sex to help him get better,
while pretending to be exclusively his?  Or if it's really amazing between
the two of you, and you can't give him up as a boyfriend, then what?"

He shrugged.  "I dunno.  I can say this though, even if he's the most
amazing guy at sex ever, there's no way that I could only do it with him
and no one else.  He'd have to wanna be a little flexible."

"You do understand that he may never want to be in any sort of open
relationship?  Is it fair to take him as a boyfriend just to have sex and
then dump him?"

"No.  But he's so fuckin' cute.  I wanna screw his brains out for hours.
If I spent the night in bed with him, I know he'd come around to trying
more stuff with others.  Oh fuck!! I'm gonna cum!" he announced suddenly as
he thrust his hips up and let his cock explode all over himself.  It was a
huge load that seemed to go on forever as he furiously pumped his shaft to
get every last bit out.  Once he was done, he squeezed hard to get any
remaining cum out.  He wiped the tip of his penis and licked his finger.
"Holy fuck!! See what he does to me, Dad.  It's driving me insane; I swear.
I think of him like ten times a day, and each time I get a boner and have
to take care of it.  I'm gonna wear my dick out."

As he talked, he wiped his fingers through the puddle of cum now pooling on
his chest and stomach, and licked himself clean.

"I think you were doing plenty of that before Joel came along.  I think
he's just your latest infatuation."

"No, he's not.  We have so much in common, and we get along like we've
known each other forever.  I just need to find a way to prove to him that
sex is amazing with anyone, not just a monogamous boyfriend.  How do I do
that?  You want some?"  He asked lifting a cum soaked finger up for me.

"Pass, thanks."  He shrugged and moved the finger to his own mouth.  "Would
it be terrible to have a friend that's simply a friend?  Not one that
you're fucking?"

"Sure.  I have friends like that.  I mean I'm not fucking Cory."

I laughed.  "That's the other side of this."

"What is?"

"You have had sex with Cory, but now your friendship has grown past that
for the most part.  You might just be this worked up about Joel because he
doesn't want sex with you, making him something that you need to conquer.
Would it be like the other guys you've had for one-night stands?  You have
sex and you're no longer interested?"

"No way.  Joel is a totally awesome friend without the sex part.  I just
think he'd be more awesome with sex."

"Feel free to tell him that.  Again, be prepared for a no and accept it.  I
also think you shouldn't try to trick him into bed."

"Trick the trick into turning tricks!  So no getting him stoned so I can
tie him up and cut his clothes off?"  He chuckled as he continued to lick
his fingers of the cum he was scooping off himself.  KFC never invented
finger lickin' good.  Gay guys did.  Just another thing mainstream took
from us and claimed as their own.  Like bars and their rimming a glass.
First time I did that at a bar, I almost got arrested.  The glass and I did
go steady for over a year though.

"You know, this is sort of all a moot point for the next little while
anyway, right?"

"Why?"

"You're heading off to film for three months.  You won't be going to school
with him and you'll likely be too busy to pursue a new friendship anyway.
I suspect that after a three-month absence something could change between
the two of you.  Either you won't be as crazy for him, or perhaps he'll
change his mind about monogamy.

Blake snapped his fingers, the non cummy ones.  "That's a good idea!"

"What is?"  I asked, never sure what sticks with Blake and what doesn't.

"I'll see if I can get Joel on set to do some work as an extra.  Darcy,
Layne, and Cory are already signed up for stuff.  Once he sees how popular
we are as a result of being on screen together, he'll want to sleep with me
for sure.  I mean who wouldn't want bragging rights that they tapped this?"

"It always stuns me how well grounded and humble you are," I said
sarcastically.

"I know right!  There's no way Joel wouldn't put out after a taste of fame
like that.  Plus, we look alike so maybe there's some plot thing they could
do to use him more."

"Not to pop your ego bubble, but what if he gets his own fans and one of
them wants to be a monogamous boyfriend, cutting you out all together?"

"Good one, Dad.  Any guy that wants to hook up with Joel is also gonna want
to hook up with me, so we offer up a three-way.  Boom, we all win.  Down
time in my trailer will be up time for everyone else!  Yeah, baby.  It's
bangin' time!!"

He jumped up off the couch.  "Thanks Dad!"  He took off at a run.  I'm
guessing he's off to formulate scenarios on how to get Joel into bed and
simultaneously being allowed to fuck anyone else he wanted, while honouring
Joel's requirement of monogamy.  He's a case study in complexity.  I look
forward to seeing his plan play out.

A few days later, Joel was back in the house after school, and the boys
were running past in their shorts again.  "Hi Dad.  We're just going skinny
dipping!"  Blake yelled.

"No we're not.  He's joking," Joel said defensively.  Oh Joel...if only you
knew that Blake isn't even in the smallest part joking.  I could see the
smirk on Blake's face and knew this was his next attempt.  Let's fast
forward to the end of the episode to see how this works out.

I didn't go down to see if they had gotten down to skinny dipping, because
I figured my presence might affect that.  I'm sure Blake will be quick to
let me know as soon as Joel goes home.  The boys resurfaced upstairs, still
partially wet, but wrapped in towels.

"Had enough, or is this a break?"

"We're done with swimming for now," Blake announced as they came up to me
in the kitchen.  "We did some steam, hit the hot tub.  Grabbed a tan.  Did
some weights.  You know.  The usual.  Joel liked the foam room."

"Most people do.  Personally, I think it's the best room in the house," I
smiled.  "Leaves your skin nice and soft afterward."

"Not all skin stays soft," Blake giggled as he took off his towel and
dropped it on the counter, showing off a partial erection.  He wasn't
wearing his swim suit, and the look on Joel's face was priceless as his jaw
dropped.

Blake was oblivious and wandered to the fridge.  "You want a pop, Joel?"

"Uhhh, sure," he stammered, not sure where to look now.  He kept glancing
at Blake, but then partially over at me, before looking away.  I'd like to
be in his head right now.  He probably wants to stare at Blake without
being overly obvious, but doesn't want it to appear like he's looking, with
me in the room being a parent and all.,

"Root beer okay?  That's my favorite," he said turning around to hand Joel
a can.  He took it and continued to look away.

"Blake.  Maybe put the towel back on.  I'm sure Joel doesn't need to see
that little thing flopping around."

"Little?  Eight inches is not little, dude, and it doesn't `flop'.  Six
more months and this puppy is gonna be bigger than yours.  Wait until I'm
naked on billboards as an international super model.  You ever seen a
ten-foot cock before?" He said smiling

"No, but I've seen a five-foot ten-inch dick before," I teased.  Joel let
out a laugh, which probably helped release some of his nervousness.

"Rude," he said, shaking his head as he grabbed the towel and refastened it
around his waist.  "He's just jealous," he said to Joel.

"Ummm, do you always hang out naked?"  Joel asked quietly and cautiously.

"More than anyone could ever imagine," I laughed.  "I've almost slapped
that thing in a hot dog bun by mistake."

"They don't call it a footlong for nothing," Blake grinned.

"Never heard that before.  Usually things that size are simply referred to
as a cocktail weenie."

Blake flipped me the finger.  "Come on, let's go wash the chlorine off
before Justin get's too jealous of our awesomeness sitting here in front of
him."

The boys left and headed up the back stairs.  Now I was curious as to
whether Joel was naked under his towel or not.  I didn't need to wonder
long because the second Joel left for home, Blake was beside me ready to
tell his tale.  `It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury.
Signifying nothing'.  Thanks for that, Shakespeare.

"So, I did what you said!"  he announced excitedly.

"And what was it that I said exactly?"  I asked for clarification.  I say
lots of things, and usually regret 74% of them immediately afterward.  67%
of them are usually wrong, while only 18% are based on facts.  Although in
fairness, 89% of statistics I throw out are made up.  I'm not even sure
about that, as three quarters of my friends say I'm bad at math.  The other
half just don't care about my math skills.

"You said to be myself, so after we'd been swimming for a few minutes, I
challenged him to take our shorts off.  I took mine off and threw them at
him.  He threw them back and after I chucked them on the deck, he asked if
I actually planned on staying naked.  We all know the answer to that."

"And did he join in?"

"Nope, but he sure stared at me anytime I got out of the water.  I even
boned up a little to see if it'd get him more interested, but he just
stayed in the water.  I think I gave him a total boner, but he never
admitted it or anything.  I thought for sure he'd at least try skinny
dipping, even if he stayed in the water.  I want him to be totally
comfortable being naked around someone.  It's just getting him to that
first step which'll be the toughest."

"I'm guessing that's why you dropped the towel in the kitchen?"

"Exactly.  When we went upstairs afterward, he said he couldn't believe I
did that in front of you.  I told him most of my friends skinny dip when
they're over here, so it's pretty normal."

"Nicely set up.  Preparing him for the big invite?"

"Yep.  It's in his brain now, and I'll throw out more details the next few
times we hang out.  He's seen me naked now, so he'll have something to jerk
off to at night."

"Narcissist," I laughed.

"He changed in the bathroom when we went back upstairs though, so I still
haven't seen him naked.  I dropped the towel and let him see me again, but
he just ran to change.  Probably gave him another boner."

"Or made him nauseous, and he had to go throw up.  Tread carefully.  You've
taken the next step by letting him know you're comfortable around him, but
don't overdo it.  Let him process what happened today and decide what he's
comfortable with."

"Should I do that again, next time he's over?"

"I think the next time you invite him over to go swimming will be your big
reveal.  One of three things will happen.  He'll either respond fast with
enthusiasm, meaning he enjoyed today; or he'll give an instant no, perhaps
with an excuse; or he'll say yes, but only if you both keep your shorts
on."

"Or four, he'll say yes and ask if we can fuck afterward," he grinned
excitedly.

"Probably not four," I laughed.

"I'll give him a couple days to think about it.  I have to plant some other
seeds first."

"Blake.  I've always let you have your freedom with your relationships, but
can I give you some advice?"

"Sure, always.  I love your advice," he said turning to listen to me.
"Sometimes it's even been pretty good."

"From what you've told me, Joel is comfortable being gay and is out to his
friends.  He has a specific idea of what he wants a relationship to be
like.  Bluntly, I think you're the wrong person to be his first.  No
offense to you, but you're both in such varied places.  Your goal is to get
him into bed and rail him for the sake of the conquest.  His is to find
someone he can build something special with long term, and not simply for
sexual release.  I recommend that you just be his friend.  Stop plotting
the demise of his virginity."

"Got it.  Stop plotting and just take it from him.  Understood," he said.
"Joking.  I hear you, but I know Joel is thinking of sex as much as me.  I
just need to find a way to let him know it's okay to just do it and have
fun."

"Try being you, with a filter, for a while," I recommended.

"A filter?"

"Yes.  It's fine to go skinny dipping with him and be as open as you are.
That'll let him know he can be more open around you, when he's ready.
Don't do something stupid like pause your relationship with Sienna just to
get Joel into bed.  I'd lose a massive amount of respect for you if you did
that.  It might be the cruelest thing you could do to Joel, as he'd
remember that for the rest of his life."

"I hear ya.  I know he'd like sex if he just tries it.  I have another plan
in my head that may work.  What do you think if I invite his other friends
over to go swimming and get them to go skinny dipping?  I can almost
guarantee some of them will do it.  Then we do something like watch porn in
my room to see if I can get everyone to participate, including Joel."

"Mmmmm...skinny dipping, sure.  That's a pretty normal activity for boys.
Throwing on porn is not a good idea in this setting.  Joel is likely to
find that extremely uncomfortable and make an excuse to leave, which then
might cause issues with his friends as well.  Try to think of him as a
non-sexual friend, and let it progress naturally.  If he sees you're
comfortable changing or being naked around him, he may do it as well.  It's
more likely since he sees you as a potential boyfriend, that he'll never
take his clothes off for fear of reacting around you, which would embarrass
him beyond his ability to recover so early in getting to know you."

"That makes sense.  I mean I totally understand everything you said, but
when I see him, especially in just his swim shorts, my whole brain shuts
off and I wanna just screw him stupid.  How do I get past that part to be
his friend?"

"It's tough, that's for sure.  That's where your maturity and experience
comes in.  I've hung out with boys I've been like that around.  It's a mind
fuck, that's for sure," I admitted.

"How'd you deal with it?"  He asked genuinely interested.

"For some, you just have to walk away.  The old out of sight, out of mind
situation.  Others, I was myself, but avoided hitting on him, except for
some playful banter that guys would normally share back and forth.  One I
even bluntly told him what I wanted and suggested that if we did it, we
could get on with just being friends."

"Did it work?  The blunt thing?"

"Not really a good comparison for what you're up against.  The guy I did it
to was straight, so I did get him into bed once, and then both of our
curiosities were satisfied.  We never did it again, or talked about it.
This situation between you and Joel is an interesting scenario for sure.
You both want each other desperately; you just have wildly different
beliefs on how to get there.  Joel wants to date and fall in love before he
goes to bed with someone.  You want to bone him to see if he's worth being
with long term.  You also want multiple sex partners at the same time.  He
wants you, and only you.  Not sure you can close those gaps easily."

"Yeah, I wish he was like all the other horny guys I know.  Shit, I don't
even care if he's a top or a bottom.  I just want to fuck him.  I mean I
wanna fuck him so bad my stomach hurts," he said getting worked up again.
"If you were in this exact situation, what would you do if you were me?
And answer honestly.  Not some dad or shrink thing.  A gay Justin horny boy
answer."

I laughed.  "Yeah, those would be three very different answers.  Okay, I'll
give you my horny gay Justin answer.  I'd be evasive."

"Huh?"

"What I mean by that is you technically have the upper hand in this
situation.  You're already in a relationship.  You get laid whenever you
want with whatever gender suits you at that moment in time, and you can
usually convince anyone into bed, so you're not desperate for anyone.  Joel
on the other hand, is only looking at you for a relationship and potential
sex.  He's not trying to screw his friends or chase anyone else.  It's only
you.  That's where you have the power.  If I were in this, I'd tell him
flat out that I think he's seriously sexy and that someday I would love to
go to bed with him.  That sets the stage."

"I've done that, and I'm still no further ahead."

"That's because you're still the aggressor trying to push him into doing
something with you on your terms.  He's into kissing and holding hands, but
nothing more.  If horny gay Justin were doing this, and getting nowhere,
I'd stop doing those things.  I'd tell him how much I liked him, but that
he was killing me with the blue balls routine, and that we should take a
break for a bit."

"Take a break from holding hands and kissing?"

"I wouldn't be specific.  I'd start to reduce how much time we were
spending together, and I'd even start to be flirty around other guys, not
directly in his face, but enough to let him see it happen.  Then I'd tell
his friends how attracted I was to the guy and how I'd love to be with him
someday.  Friends being friends, they pass that along pretty quickly.  Then
you continue to distance yourself.  I'd even go so far as to say something
like you couldn't hang out with him because you had a date, and then be all
boy and say I'm getting' laid!  Acting like it's a done deal."

"I've already told his friends how much I like Joel, and he's told them
about me.  At this point I could probably get all of them easier than Joel.
I see what you're suggesting thought.  Make him jealous, but make sure he
knows I really want him.  Now he has to change or lose me forever."

"Like I said.  Horny gay Justin would do it like that, but he's a bit of an
asshole.  Parental Justin says be his friend, and help him just understand
being gay without the pressure of doing anything sexual.  It means you have
to be the stronger one.  Push your desires for him aside and let it go.
Shrink Justin would advise you to find out what kind of guys he likes and
help him find a proper boyfriend."

"I like that last one.  Once he becomes sexual and sees how much fun it is,
he'll relax that monogamy thing, and I'll be balls deep in him by winter."

"Nope, not what I meant at all," I said under my breath.  "How you proceed
is up to you, but every scenario is going to have a consequence.  Choose
wisely."

He snapped his fingers.  "Thanks Dad.  That's all been super helpful.  I'll
find Joel the perfect guy to be a boyfriend, then I'll take that guy to bed
and let Joel watch me screw him into a coma.  He'll see how easy and fun it
is and, boom!  Done!"

"Yeah, this isn't gonna end well," I said shaking my head as Blake left to
plan his own demise.

Days later, I was minding my own business getting some sun out on the deck,
when Blake arrived home with Darcy for their karate practice.  "Joel
update!"  He said as the sat down on a lounger next to me.

"Which is?"  I asked, almost invested in this now.

"We were all hanging out together at lunch.  Some of his friends and some
of mine from the diving team.  I told one of the guys to bring up diving
and talk about skinny dipping to set the stage.  I figured it would look
too obvious if I brought it up."

"Probably.  Joel might think it was an ambush."

"Exactly.  I arranged it so that when I went to get more food, Houston
would bring up how fun it was to swim naked after practice sometimes.  By
the time I got back they were already discussing it, so I looked like I had
no idea what they were talking about.  Turns out two of Joel's friend
admitted they'd been skinny dipping at the lake they went to in the summer.
Joel and Anton were the only two who didn't admit to doing it.  Landry,
that's a guy on our team, said he'd done it once, but found it too exciting
to do again, especially if other people were around.  That got the rest of
the guys teasing him about getting a boner.  Then the conversation turned
to talking about other things that gave guys boners.  Finally, Houston said
that the best place to skinny dip was my place, as we had all the other
things to do like the water slide, hot tub, steam room, sauna, and bubble
room."

"Did Joel suspect you set it up?"

"Nope.  Not a clue.  He joined in with some of the conversation, but was
pretty quiet about the swimming over here.  I took the opportunity to
invite them all over anytime they wanted.  Knox and Barrett, those are
Joel's friends that did skinny dipping at a lake, said they'd come over for
sure.  Houston told them to make sure they did the waterslide without
clothes as it was crazy fun."

"I actually like that too," I admitted.

Knox and Barrett aren't as cute as Joel, but I wouldn't turn them down if
they wanted some action.  They might even be your type.  You know desperate
and willing to settle for anyone, just so they could get laid."

Darcy had been standing silently beside Blake up until now, but he laughed
slightly at the burn.

"Keep insulting me like that, and I'll set my sights on Joel and take his
virginity right in front of you," I said putting my eyes to my face and
then pointing at Blake.

"I know you're joking, but if you did actually get Joel before I do, I'd
never speak to you again.  I'd move in with Grandma and Grandpa, or live in
California with my other grandparents."

"Noted.  Fuck Joel in front of you, and we won't have to worry about
raising you anymore."

"I'm serious Dad.  You know how much I like Joel.  Please don't hit on
him."

"I promise I won't.  I haven't hit on Sienna, have I?"  I said with a
smirk.

"No, but that's probably only because she's a girl.  She hits on you more
than anyone."

"She hits on me too," Darcy admitted.  "Speaking of which, I'm fine if you
wanna hit on me, Justin."

"I know baby and you have an ass worth chasing.  Lube that up and I'll give
you a good railing before you leave."

"You do have a great ass, Darc," Blake agreed.

"My situation with Sienna is almost like you and Joel.  She can't have me,
so she tries harder to get me.  If I gave in and fucked her for a couple
hours, she'd be less interested.  Like you are with Joel.  Once he gives it
up, I have a feeling you'd be less interested in that side of the
friendship."

"Are you saying I'd only want sex with him once?"  Blake asked frowning
slightly.

"Nope.  I'm saying that once you had him, you'd relax and focus on the rest
of the friendship, and not all this plotting to get him into bed."

"That's kinda how you and me do it, Darcy," Blake said looking at his
friend.

"What is?"

"We don't stress about sex because we've done it already.  We just have fun
being friends now."

"Ummm...but we still have sex," Darcy reasoned.

"Sure, but it's not like we're hanging out thinking about when we might get
each other naked for sex.  We hang out, do karate or whatever else, and if
we end up having sex then we do.  It's not like we both have boners for
each other every second.  That's kinda how it is with Joel right now.  If
he'd just have sex, we could both relax and not try to do things to see how
horny we can get each other."  He snapped his fingers again.  "That's what
I should tell Joel.  We'll talk about how our friendship developed and how
cool we are around each other now.  He could see how you and I are together
as friends, and maybe we even have sex in front of him.  That would show
him it's no big deal."

"Whoa!"  I said quickly.  "First, I get the feeling that his first time
isn't going to be something he'd want to just get over with, and second, I
don't think he's going to be fine watching you two going at it like a
couple of cute rabbits on Viagra.  If he's crushing on you, then the last
thing he's gonna want to see is you hooking up with another guy.  He
probably doesn't even like imagining you with Sienna, but at least he can
accept that because she's a girl.  Human nature would suggest that he'd be
extremely hurt if you chose another guy right in front of him, especially
when you know how he feels about you."

"I wouldn't like that either, Blake," Darcy admitted.  "Joel is wicked cute
and I wouldn't like him to be mad at me or something."

"You like Joel huh, Darcy?"  I asked.

He just grinned.  "It's like hanging out with a calm version of Blake," he
admitted.  "They sort of look alike, and he's not always talking about sex
or who he could bone."

"I don't do that ALL the time.  Just when I see someone cute."

"Which is ALL the time," Darcy laughed.

"Well it's too bad you're dating Layne, or you could maybe see if Joel and
you had any chemistry," I suggested.

"Dad, they're not in the same grade.  Even if they went to the same school,
how could they have chemistry together?  Maybe math, if one of them wasn't
as good at it."

I ignored him...mainly because I could, and I could see from the look in
his eyes that he was joking.

He snapped his fingers again.  "I got it.  I'll invite Joel to a sleepover
with Darcy and me.  We'll do normal shit and not talk about sex.  Then when
it's time for bed, Darcy can sleep with me and Joel can have the other bed
to himself."

"Even just a regular sleepover would be a giant step at this point in this
friendship," I warned. "Especially since you both know you want each
other."

"We already talked about sleepovers.  His parents are cool if I stay over,
but in their family room, not in Joel's room.  They said before Joel could
sleepover his parents would need to meet you guys.  Probably to make sure
you're not some serial killers."

"How far back would they need to investigate that?"

"Funny.  Hey, you're a parent, so can I ask you something?"

"Go for it," I nodded.

"You know when parents do shit like make you sleep in the family room
instead of the bedroom, do they really think that would stop kids from
having sex if that was their plan anyway?"

"I think some might.  More likely it's that they're moving you to a more
public setting that takes away the `bedroom' concept, which by most
reasoning could be seen as the natural place for sex to take place.  By
moving it to a family room, the chance of getting caught increases and the
setting is seen as less romantic."

"But do they really think that if we were planning on having sex that it
wouldn't happen anyway?"

"Probably not.  I think parents just like to take away the temptation for
their kids to experiment with something before they were truly ready.
Hormones can affect your decision making.  That's why I'd recommend to any
parent that the best way to limit sex is to send their teenage boy to the
bathroom to jerk off before they go on a date.  That would slow things down
way more than a sleepover in a family room."

"I'd sue if I had parents that kept checking on me to make sure I wasn't
doing it.  I'm entitled to be free from search and seizure."

"Not a thing, but nice try.  We just trust you to make the right
decisions," I explained.

"How's that working out?"  He giggled.

"Let's just say the manual for it has been completely rewritten for J.J.
You were the failed test case.  J.J. will be the 2.0 model."

"Boy are you fucked.  I'm his big brother and mentor, and I learned
everything I know from you guys."

Darcy laughed again.  "I wish my house was like this.  You guys are lots of
fun.  My parents just use me for chores and as a tax write-off."

"How are you a tax-write off?  What does that mean?"  Blake asked.

Darcy shrugged.  "I have no idea.  I just heard it once, so figured it must
be something."

"You can deduct kids on your taxable income.  Basically, so you pay less
taxes overall.  It's stupid to think of kids like that as they cost way
more than you could save in any tax bracket.  The only way kids pay for
themselves is if you don't clothe or feed them, and they do chores that you
might have to pay others to do.  Like mow the lawn, paint the house, kill
chickens that you raise...things like that."

"Kill chickens?"  Blake laughed.  "Where the fuck did that come from?"

"Just an idea I was thinking about so we wouldn't have to run out every
time we didn't have something for dinner."

"When the hell would that be?  We have two fridges full of stuff, and
walk-in pantry and freezers downstairs.  We could supply Safeway."

"And you think Safeway wouldn't appreciate fresh chickens," I reasoned.
"Anyway, Blake.  I recommend you just let your friendship with Joel develop
naturally.  This could be a whole new thing for you."

"What is?"

"It'd be the equivalent of a straight boy being friends with a girl.  You
being friends with a gay guy, and not make it sexual."

"Okay, where are your pills?  It's obvious that you're overdue for one.
Dude.  Joel wants me so bad he has constant boners around me.  No way, I'd
do anything to stop him if he ever acts on it."

"Just be his friend without pressuring him, is all I'm saying Blake.  I
have a feeling you may not have to wait long for him to make some sort of
move."

"Why do you say that?"  He asked looking at me quizzically, as if trying to
read my mind.  I really don't want anyone in there though.  They'd need to
be institutionalized if they got to see the crazy roaming around in my head
like a Tasmanian Devil on sugar and speed.

"You said he's only interested in dating one boy exclusively, yet he knows
you're dating Sienna."

"Yeah?  So?"  He shrugged.

"But he's gone out with you.  Held your hand multiple times and kissed you
repeatedly.  That would indicate that he's okay with some aspects of
sharing, or that he's trying to show you how much fun he can be, in hopes
that you'll leave Sienna for him."

Blake smiled and snapped his fingers.  "That's my in!  I could work with
that.  I'll embrace being sexy with him, and let it ramp up.  Once he's
that into me, I've probably got enough moves to get him out of his clothes
and into bed.  Nice!  See, you always have the answers," he smiled as he
got up.  Come on Darcy we have to get to our karate practice.  Afterward,
you can help me plan a date with Joel while we're fucking."

"Blake, seriously.  Try some decorum."

"You have any decorum, Darcy?"  He asked his friend.

Darcy just shrugged.

"Me neither.  If that's a new type of lube, let me try it and I'll let you
know how it goes."

"Out.  Now!"  I said pointing to the stairs.  He took Darcy's hand and
disappeared down to the playroom.

Part of me wishes I had been like Blake at that age, and then thought about
how my parents might have handled me.  Jason was sexual at 14, but never
let on that he knew any more than me, so our parents never really had to
deal with anything.  Dad did try the sex talk when we were 13, but I'm
pretty sure we already knew more than he did from the sex ed in school.  I
have a feeling he was relieved.

I'm fine talking about sex with my kids, as long as they don't ask
questions about girls.  How do you explain all that?  I'd go with `wear and
condom and aim for the center of it'.  That should cover most of their
questions.  I have no idea how to explain periods or everything that goes
with them.  That's why we pay school taxes.  That should be part of the
school education system.  Why traumatize parents?  I mean back before
schools taught things like that; boys got advice from the mothers like
`whack it with a shovel' it'll go down.  Or don't play with yourself you'll
go blind, or get hairy palms.  That's totally stupid.  First, guys have
razors...hairy palms...not a problem, and we have both glasses AND contacts
for those really bad days.  Plus you'd think parents would teach their kids
about sex early.  Can you think of a faster way to get rid of your kids for
a few hours than to toss them a magazine and tell them to go to their
room?"

I didn't see much of Darcy or Blake after that, which is pretty normal.
I'm figuring one day Blake is going to silently appear from the ceiling all
dressed in black with a sword and stealthily land on his feet, announcing
he's officially a ninja.  Is it stealthily or stealthfully?  My brain's
spell checker says stealthily, but my mouth says stealthfully.  Who gives a
shit as long as people know what I mean?  He wuzn't makin' no noise, yo!

I really liked that Blake and Darcy were friends.  Darcy needed someone
like Blake to draw him out of his shell bit by bit, and Blake needed
someone like Darcy.  Being two years older, Darcy had more maturity and was
able to provide Blake with a different perspective.  They totally worked
well together as friends.  Probably didn't hurt that they both enjoy
benefits with their friendship too.

I awoke after a great night's sleep to find myself cuddled up against
Colin.  He was gently nibbling on my ear.  "You hungry?"  I said quietly as
I opened my eyes.  "I'm not a burrito."

"`Morning," he smiled at me.  "No, you're way way tastier than a burrito.
Even one with extra hot sauce."

"That's true.  Nothing is as hot and spicy as all this," I giggled.

Colin kissed down to my nipples and played with each one before sliding
under the covers to take my morning wood into his mouth.  I pushed the
covers off so I could watch, and at the same time glanced over at the
bedroom door.  This was usually the point that Blake burst into the room,
but all was quiet so far this morning.

"Mmmm, that feels so good," I moaned as he continued to work my pole.  He
could be a linesman for the county with pole work like that.  I'm thinking
of writing a country song...

He stopped and kissed back up my body until we were making out.  Tongues
fighting back and forth in our mouths.  Each one trying gain more territory
from the other.  I think we stayed like that for 15 minutes before we came
up for air.  My lips were almost sore.  Just the way I like them after a
good make out session.  I could lie in bed with Colin for days at a time
and do this.  I was about to go down on him, but he had other ideas as he
stopped me.

"Turn on your side," he said as he reached over to the night table and got
the lube.  I didn't need to ask which side to lie on as I'm not an idiot!
I turned away from him and stuck my ass out.  He fingered some lube in
before lifting my top leg over his and entering me.  I know that sounded
easy, but I'm sure he struggled to get into my amazingly tight hole.  I
save it for a treat for those I love.  One thing about me is I love a lot
of people.  But on a serious note, you could add up how much I like all the
guys I've been with in my life, and it still wouldn't come to a tenth of
how I feel about Colin.  If he ever asked, I'd stop hooking up with other
guys in a heartbeat to be with him.  My life might not be as interesting to
write about, but I still be happier than 99% of all humans...and 100% of
all hyenas.  Even the laughing ones.

We spent the next half hour joined together as Colin fucked me in a variety
of positions.  My favorite today was where I was lying on my stomach, legs
together and he had his full weight on me.  He just moved his hips up and
down, so he could thrust in and out playfully as he turned my head so we
could kiss some more.  I think I like that one as we feel so connected,
plus today, it's the one he finished with as he came deep inside me.  He
was in no hurry to pull out, and we lay like that for a few more minutes,
until he finally removed his spent cock and rolled beside me so we could
cuddle again.

"How about we go out tonight?  Just you and me.  We don't do that nearly
enough," he said as he kissed my nose and then my lips.

"I'd like that.  Date night is always my favorite," I smiled as I nodded
and then returned the kissing.  At this rate we might still be in bed by
this time tonight.

"Great I'll be home early and we can start with dinner."

"And finish with...?"  I grinned as I reached down to take hold of him.

"And finish with several hours of love making right back here in bed."

"How many is several?  Just so I know if I'm getting ripped off or not," I
asked, teasing him.

"I guess that depends on how much you can handle before you pass out," he
said as he moved to get out of bed and pulled me along with him.  We used
the bathroom and then showered to clean up.  I don't know how our chests
got clean as we spent half the shower pressed against each other kissing.
I think it's that time of the month again.  Colin's gone extra horny.

We dressed and headed next door to Blake's room to wake him up.  It's
easier, and safer, to wake up vampires in the daytime than it is Blake.  As
we entered his room, we paused to smile.  J.J. was in Blake's bed, his arm
half across Blake's chest as they snuggled together.  The covers were half
way down, but it looked like they were doing just fine keeping each other
warm.  We walked around to Blake's side of the bed and gently shook him as
we called his name.  He opened his eyes groggily and then glanced at J.J.
He smiled and looked up at us giving a small shrug.  He inched himself out
from under his little brother and stood up.

"`Morning already?  Or is it still the middle of the night and you guys are
horny for some Blake action?"  He whispered."

"No...it's morning," I assured him.  "This is unusual for you.  Wearing
underwear to bed."

"Yeah.  If I don't, then when J.J. crawls into bed with me, the first thing
he grabs hold of is my dick, like it's a security blanket or something.  He
doesn't do it when I have my underwear on."

"That makes sense.  Does he sleep in underwear too?"

Blake grinned.  "He copies me.  He always checks to see what I have on and
he does the same.  One night I wore my lounging pants, so he wore his."

"It's because he looks up to you as a role model," Colin said as we
continued to talk quietly.

"True.  He always has.  I kinda like that this hasn't changed," Blake
nodded, before heading off to the bathroom.  I sat on the bed behind
J.J. and gently shook him awake.  He lifted his head to look around.

"Oh.  Hi Justin," he said with a slightly croaky voice as he became
conscious.  "Hi Colin," he said next as he noticed him standing there as
well.  He wiggled over to press up against me.  "Where's Blake?"

"In the bathroom," I told him.  "Probably just getting ready to take a
shower."

"Okay.  Cool," he replied as he moved to get out of bed.  He raced past us
into the bathroom.  I know that feeling.  Full bladder and only seconds to
go before disaster.  We let the boys have their shower and headed down to
make breakfast.  The day was calm and basic.  So...boring, but I got
through it.

"Hi Joel," I said as the boys came into the kitchen upon their return from
school.

"Hi sir," he replied.  "Uhhh...I mean Justin. Sorry."

"How was school?"  I asked.

"Same as everyday," Blake replied.  "Learning stupid shit you'll never
need."

"I prefer to think of it as being exposed to things you may not know about
so you can make informed decisions for choices later on,' I said with a
smile.

"You would.  That shrink shit ever actually work?" Blake teased, trying to
obviously sound cool in front of his friend.

"It must.  You're still alive, aren't you?  So, what's in the bag?"  I
asked noticing the London Drugs logo.

"Curling iron," he replied.

"Should I ask why?"

"Nope.  See ya later, we got homework to do."

"Okay, but if you boys are going to be in your room, make sure you leave
the door open," I said trying not to laugh.

"Huh?  What for?"  Blake asked looking at me like he'd missed something.
Then it hit him.  "Oh right.  The parent thing in case we're thinking of
having sex.  Dad, open or closed I'd still do it.  If you don't know that
by now, you're not really doing a good parenting job."

"With the door open we'd know from the noise and could stop it sooner, or
at least watch and offer pointers."

"I guess that's fair," he nodded.  "Now you know why I mostly do it down in
the foam room or steam room, Joel."

The boys took off and that's the last I saw of them until it was dinner
time.  Blake had texted to let me know that Joel was gonna stay, so I had
to put another order of ribs on for him.  Not on the grill, on the delivery
order, just in case you somehow thought I'd learned how to cook ribs
overnight.

We were all sitting at the table ready to eat, when J.J. asked where Blake
was.  I asked ADAM to let him know that we were waiting.  He texted a reply
that said `keep ur panties on, we'll be down in 5'.  I simply told everyone
that he was on his way, and to get started.

Moments later, the boys made their entrance from the main stairs.  Troy was
the first to see them.

"Holy shit, it's finally happened.  Blake's gone and cloned himself.  We're
all fucked now."

We all turned our attention to the boys who were dressed almost
identically.  I now knew what the curling iron was for.  Joel's previously
straight hair was now wavy and messy, almost identical to Blake's.  As they
got closer, it was obvious they were both also wearing makeup to help their
features match each other.

"Damn!  That's insane," Ben commented as he got up to check them out.
"From a distance you two could totally be twins."

"People keep telling us we look alike.  Most think we're brothers, so we
figured we'd see if we could look even more alike," Blake grinned.

"You accomplished it," J.P. replied.  "That's all your school needs, two
Blakes."

"I know, right?  How could one school have this much awesome in one place?
It wouldn't be fair to everyone else.  I mean everyone already wants me, so
imagine if I was a twin.  That would be some seriously extra shit.  Joel
and I took a video, and lots of pictures of us getting ready for our
instas.  Check this out.  Shirts," he said to Joel as they pulled them off
over their heads.

"Damn," Troy said as he stared.  "I mean we see you without clothes around
here a lot as it is, Blake, but even I gotta admit if I saw the two of you
together like that, I'd end up being arrested for stalking.  It's sort of
unreal how alike your bodies are.  You two would make a fortune modelling
together."

"You guys really do look amazing," Colin agreed, as one by one we all
complimented them.

"We're gonna go over and show Joel's parents after dinner.  They already
said we're like brothers.  I think that's another way of them getting into
our heads."

"How do you figure?"  I asked curiously.

"I'm sure they figure if we start thinking of each other like brothers and
not like two horny gay friends, that we won't want sex with each other.
It's cool though.  I don't mind if they think of us like brothers.  It
means I'd be their son, and `mom' will keep feeding me her cooking.  I just
hope that won't change if she ever caught us 69ing."

"We're not doing that though," Joel said quickly as he pulled his shirt
back on, followed by Blake.  They took their place at the table and I had
to admit, I couldn't stop comparing them.  I was eagerly looking forward to
seeing the pics and video of the subtle transformation.

"Next time we do this, I'm gonna straighten my hair so I look like Joel.
We'll see if we can fool our friends."

"You guys do look alike, but I still know which one is which,"
J.J. commented.

"True, but only from the front, up close, view.  We figure we can fool them
for at least a little bit from the back and side.  Even shirtless we could
fool them," Joel grinned.

"Except for the nipple ring." Troy pointed out.

"I'd remove it, just like today," Blake said. "Or Joel could get one."

"No chance my parents would approve that.  I asked about a tattoo and they
said no.  I'm thinking I have to wait until I'm 18."

"See Blake.  We're not the only one with age limits on things," I pointed
out.

"You were allowed to pierce your ear," Blake pointed out as he pushed
Joel's hair back, and then his own to show they were wearing matching
earrings.

"Not so much allowed, as I did it and waited for them to notice.  Then I
pretended to be shocked that they would care.  Now they accept it and even
once in a while they like the earring I'm wearing.  I couldn't get away
with anything else pierced though."

"I still can't get over how just a few small changes made that big of a
difference," J.P. said smiling.  "You two did look similar before, but you
honestly could pass as twins.  Maybe not completely identical twins, but
enough to be related."

Blake chuckled.  "You getting a boner for us, Uncle J?"

Uncle J?  Guess that could save time.  We'd all be Uncle J to one family
member or another.

"Blake, I couldn't get a boner for you if I swallowed a dozen Viagra and
had Charlie Plummer in bed with us," J.P. replied.  I think that as more
for Joel's benefit as Blake had slept with J.P. plenty in the past.

"Charlie Plummer?  Really?" I laughed.  "Why not Timotheé Chalamet?"

"If Timotheé Chalamet was in my bed, you'd never see me again...or him
for that matter.  Of course that doesn't mean I'd toss you out of bed,
Joel.  You may look like Blake, but I'm sure you're a lot more
interesting."

Blake opened his mouth to speak, but I jumped in ahead of him.  "Okay,
let's end this before it ramps up to inappropriate dinner conversation."

"Holy shit!  How wild would that conversation have to be for it to be
inappropriate around here?" Troy laughed.  "We've literally eaten food off
a naked guy lying on the table."

"Not at a normal family dinner we haven't," I added giving him a bit of a
stare.

"True.  But I'm not opposed to the other type of dinner again in case we're
having theme nights anytime soon."

"Joel, how's your trauma level, looking like Blake right now?"  I asked.

"It's great.  Totally fire.  We can be so extra now," he said grinning
wildly.

Deep down, I wondered if this was part of Blake's master plan to get Joel
into bed.  Although it'd be wildly narcissistic at this point.  With dinner
over, the boys excused themselves to head over to Joel's.  The rest of us
raced to the computer to look at what he'd posted about the two of them.

It was a pretty good photoshoot, and considering we'd just seen them in
person in front of us, you could see where there was some photoshopping
that had gone on.  Not to mention lighting to adjust shadows enough that it
subtly hid some of their differences.  I was impressed at their
transformation, and anyone who didn't know them in person would totally
believe that makeup and the messy curled hair made them twins.  I read some
of the comments and was surprised to see that many of them called Blake,
Duane, his `Blurred Lines' character.  I didn't realize he had that many
fans.  By the time season two films and airs, he might actually need those
bodyguards.

All of his feed had positive comments, and shirtless pics he'd posted
seemed the most popular, almost ten times that of his other pics.  Many
were encouraging him to keep working out as he looked incredible.  Others
commented on parts they thought were the best, while others simply
expressed their outward desires.  If Blake met up with just 10% of those
fans, he'd need a clone to get through just half of them. I did notice that
probably 90% of his fans seemed to be girls, or identifying as girls.
Probably a lot of 50-year-olds pretending to be teenage girls.  Hey, no
judgement here.  I'm sure tons of those guys are trans and never got to
live the way they wanted due to societal limitations back then.  Now they
can be who they want.  The few diving pictures he had, obviously attracted
the most sexual comments, and I'm sure it boosted Blake's ego through the
roof.  I even saw one post of Blake's where he'd written `4 years to go
before you can see the rest.'

Hopefully by the time he's 18, he's either so famous that being naked
online would be a giant mistake, or he'll be over this phase, and more into
the teasing than the full reveal.  I must be honest though.  If J.P. wasn't
an actor, Jason and I would both have been fine posing nude.  I'd enjoyed
the shoot we'd done of the sexpose, so I'm pretty sure I'd enjoy a full
nude reveal just as much.  As long as it was professional.

The Tik Tok video they'd done was pretty good.  It started with the two of
them side by side, Blake on the left and Joel on the right.  They began
running around each other in circles, which got sped up as the video
progressed.  As they did, their clothes changed one piece at a time.  It
must have taken them ages to film that.  Then they snapped their fingers,
and were standing beside each other again.  This time, they were wearing
each other's clothes and Joel's hair was now wavy.  He had switched places
with Blake and it even took me a second to realize that Blake was now on
the right instead of the left.  I could see that going viral.  It was very
well done.

When Blake finally returned home, he let us know that Joel's parents loved
their look, and had taken tons of pictures of them.

"Oh, but the way, Joel's dad asked if we were boyfriends so it confirmed
they know he's gay."

"How did you answer that question?"

"Joel did.  He assured him that we were just friends.  Then his dad asked
if we had been sexual with each other, or were thinking about it.  Joel
answered honestly and said we'd thought about it, but we were in different
places on when it should happen."

"It's good that he can talk openly with his dad.  That's nice to hear," I
nodded.

"I guess so.  It led to his dad kind of having a sex talk with us though.
I mean he was pretty good at it for a straight dad, so I listened as if I
were learning something new."

"Did you?  Learn something new?"

"Not really, except I kinda see where Joel gets his ideology about sex and
relationships.  His dad said that it was something special between two
people that should only happen when both parties are ready for it."

"Sounds like a wise man," I smiled.

"Joel asked what if one person wasn't ready, but the other was, and had
maybe had sex before.  That was funny.  His dad looked at both of trying to
figure out which one of us was which in that question.  He simply restated
what he'd already said that both parties need to be ready, but to be aware
of that difference should the time come.  He said that sex between two
people was normal and beautiful, and when we were ready, we'd know.  Then
he did a typical dad thing.  He said that if we did decide it was time, we
should keep it private and maybe not tell his mom just yet.  He offered to
talk to us if we need advice on anything."

`That's a decent dad.  Good to see Joel has support."

"Joel grinned at his dad and asked how he could keep it private when he had
to use the family room for sleepovers.  His dad said he'd see what he could
do, and asked bluntly if Joel was ready for sex yet?"

"And Joel said?"  I asked curiously.

"He said he though about it a lot, but that he wasn't far enough along in a
relationship yet to actually be ready for it.  I asked his dad which made
more sense, sex after you dated for a while, or do it first so you know if
it's worthwhile dating the guy."

"What was his reply to that?"

"He said dating is always worthwhile, with or without it becoming sexual,
as it taught you how to develop relationships.  That even if sex did happen
and it wasn't ideal between two people, they had the benefit of friendship
to fall back on."

"Good advice. Do you believe it?"  I asked.  I mean this was basically the
same advice I'd given him, just with seemingly more straightness to it.

"Do I believe it?  Sure.  Doesn't mean I'd want that to be my go-to for a
relationship.  I asked him if it would be wrong to have sex on the first
date.  Figured we should have both perspectives if he was handing out sex
advice.  He said it wasn't wrong, but since sex was usually a climatic
event in a relationship, I might be depriving myself of really getting to
know someone first before reaching that pinnacle.  I asked if that meant it
was wrong to do one-night stands."

"And his thought on that?"

"Surprisingly, he said it wasn't wrong, it just didn't usually lead to a
strong relationship as there was no foundation to build on.  Sex would
become the focal point in the relationship from that point forward.  He
admitted that he'd had plenty of one-night stands when he was a teenager,
but it wasn't until he waited with Joel's mom that he found it truly great.
That's when he told Joel that's how come he was loved so much, as when they
made him it was from a special bond they formed."  Blake laughed at that
point.  "That's when Joel ended the conversation as he pretended he was
throwing up.  We got the final advice of making sure we played safe if we
ever found ourselves ready to take our relationship further.  I think that
means don't have sex in a butane and match factory."

"Or on a pallet of razor wire," I added.

"Or that," he nodded.  "Once his dad left, Joel asked me if that meant we
should or shouldn't have sex.  I told him that from the sound if it, his
dad seemed to be suggesting that unless we were planning on making a baby,
it would be fine since we'd already built a pretty good friendship to fall
back.  I didn't say more than that as I remembered what you said about not
pressuring him.  I figure I'll let him think about it for a bit, and see
what he decides.  I'm pretty much betting that by this weekend, one of us
will be balls deep."

"In their family room.  They're all watching Survivor while you have their
son on his back in front of them.  His legs over your shoulder as you rail
him into another dimension."

"You're so weird.  You know that, right?"  He said, grinning.  "I'd bring
him over here and spend the weekend in my room, only coming up for food and
a refill on lube.  But since his parents haven't met you guys yet, he can't
sleepover.  We should arrange that soon."

"You set it up and Colin and I will be there," I assured him, then in my
true problem-solving manner, I added one more thing.  "Of course, you could
just invite him over on a Saturday and Sunday during the day time.  It
might not be the same as a weekend sleepover, but you could go to
breakfast, take that romantic walk that Joel mentioned. Then come back here
for swimming, steam room, etc., before you end up in your room for the
climax to the day."

"Climax...nice!  It'll be a double climax...if you know what I mean," he
grinned.  "That's epic.  Maybe I'll throw it out, and see if he'd be into
it."

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"What?"

"Your relationship with Sienna?  Isn't that still a hurdle for him to date
you?"

"Oh...yeah, I guess.  I'll see if he'd be willing to drop that to go on a
romantic date."

"Time for my advice.  Bad idea Blake.  Seriously.  From just the short few
times I've seen Joel, he has it bad for you.  Having a romantic date and
taking his virginity at the end, is only going to make him want you even
more.  He'll likely develop raging jealousy towards Sienna, and possibly
your other friends that he knows you're having sex with.  His attraction to
you could become obsessive.  Until he moves past monogamy to accept an open
relationship, or you embrace monogamy, then any sexual relationship will
have very detrimental after shocks."

"You're basically saying I'm never going to fuck him then.  Right?"

"No, I'm saying you might be able to do that, but it wouldn't be good for
either of you in the long run, and would definitely leave a scar for Joel."

"Nah, I wouldn't be aggressive.  I'd go slow so I wouldn't rip his ass
open, considering it'd be the first time.  No scar at all.  I promise."

"How about you just promise that you won't make the first move.  Let him
ask for what he wants in his own time as he adapts."

"I promise.  God it's so much easier with straight boys.  At least you know
with them they aren't interested in dating.  They just wanna fuck and move
on when they're done, and you can still be friends with them as long as you
never tell anyone you'd been having sex."

"I hate to say that I agree, but it's totally true.  As long as it's just
sex, they don't mind.  Try holding their hand or hugging and you become
public enemy number one."

Blake snapped his fingers.  "THAT'S how I get Joel into bed," he said
sitting upright.

"How?"  I asked figuring maybe I'd blacked out for part of this
conversation.

"I convince him he's straight and get him a girlfriend.  Then I hit on him,
get him to give it up and realize how much he likes sex.  Next thing he
knows we're boning frequently while he still has his relationship with a
girl that can go as slow as he wants.  Monogamy wouldn't be a factor as he
isn't cheating on her, as he'd be doing it with a guy, not a girl.
Straight boy rules.  Nice."

"You have a very complicated mind, Blake.  Just let Joel be Joel, and you
bang everyone else while you wait.  The world won't end if you can't get
one friend into bed."  I put my arm around Blake's shoulder.  "Buddy, I
feel for you.  Joel is a very hot guy, despite looking a lot like you.  If
I were the one after him it'd be driving me crazy that I couldn't bone the
living hell out of him, but sometimes you just gotta move on.  Nothing says
you can't be thinking of Joel while screwing his friends."

Blake laughed.  "Are you sure you're a real therapist?  I'm thinking the
looney bin should check their logs for a missing patient.  For the record,
I'm pretty sure I CAN get some of Joel's friends into bed.  After all, they
are straight boys, right?" he grinned.  "Fuck I'm horny.  You wanna fuck
me?"

"No, but Ben and Razor are home.  I'm guessing they won't object."

"Awesome!  See ya," he said as he jumped up and raced upstairs.  It's a
good thing Blake doesn't realize just how hot I think Joel is.  The more he
talks about him, the more I want him myself.  Is it still illegal to throw
a black hood over the boy, zip tie his hands, and take his virginity in a
dark alley somewhere?  With the way laws change, this change could have
slipped through and I might have missed it.


End of Chapter.

Holy clones, Batman!  How will this end?  Does Blake allow Joel to decide
on his own?  Will the diabolical plot to do all the friends work?  Tune in
next time to find out...

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