08 - PSF - Day 4 Mon Homecoming

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This is a `Coming of Age' story... It wasn't supposed to include a lot of sex, but the boys seem to have their own ideas. Sorry?

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Day 4

Monday Afternoon

Both cars manage to get to the house about the same time. We're in front so we open the big solid sliding gate using the car remote.

The house is a big old completely remodeled Las Palmas estate, completely surrounded by walls with lots of bougainvillea and oleander growing on and in front of them. It has purple/red flowers on them and pretty much hides everything beyond from street view, although the wall is six feet high everywhere anyway, even the sliding solid gate across the driveway...

The boys all pile out of the cars with big eyes at how big and impressive the house looks, thinking they've never seen anything like it... and wondering if their new dads really are rich.

The yard is huge, although the trees are `weird'. Luke and Steve aren't used to Palm Trees, and they're right... they are weird. Daniel and Diego are used to them, having lived in San Diego... before. And they even made a few trips with their parents to Palm Springs.

The yard has a grassy area right in front, but mostly it has plants that look `deserty'... The dads do that to save water, even though the Palm Springs area currently has enough water, from a large underground aquifer that runs under the entire Coachella Valley, where Palm Springs is located.

All of the boys are amazed at the mountain, although Daniel and Diego had seen that before too. The mountains here are caused by earthquake faults, not erosion like the mountains back east. This mountain seems to rise almost directly up out of the ground... not a long slow gradual buildup like in the East, where erosion millennia ago created mountains that rise slowly out of the earth.

Palm Springs backs up to the mountain, Mt. San Jacinto, on the West side. And the Las Palmas neighborhood is located very close to the mountain, so it's very big and close.

We have each boy grab a suitcase, we grab the rest, and go to the door. The three adults and 4 boys inside are expecting us 3 and 4 boys to enter. We are six adults, and 8 boys. Should be fun, right?

Alex unlocks the door and says to all the boys, "Sons, welcome to your new home. We love you all... and always will. After you... go in and kinda right to the living room," we don't know exactly where everybody inside is hidden.

The boys go in kinda nervously for some reason, and about the time they all get inside we hear a blood curdling "SURPRISE!!!" shouted out, then at least eight boys yelling "AAAAAYYYYYYYYYHHHHHHH" followed by the sound of suitcases being dropped.

That went well. Better all go see if we need to clean up any puddles.

We go into the house and find absolute bedlam. Boys saying hello to boys, asking who is who, what are they doing there, who are the extra `dads + 1', who are just standing here looking totally confused.

Damn, I wish we had asked Ken, Jared and Corey to stay back a bit, so we could say we adopted all eight! Oh well, Next time. NO! NO! NO! NO next time... I'd be a dead man.

We go to J&J & Danny and give them hugs, as we normally do. Nobody seems to know what to do. We kinda motion for J&J and Danny to follow the adults toward the kitchen, and a little away from all the boys. We just let the boys do their own thing, we figure they'll sort it all out without our help.

We introduce them to Ken, Jared, and Corey and explain who they are, and how they came to be with us. They all get a big laugh out of our little joke, but I'm not sure what to do at this point. I had planned to let the boys get started by picking out their bedrooms, but with twelve boys here, not sure that's gonna happen any time soon.

It had quieted down significantly at this point, so we decide to go see if everything is ok. We get to the living room and twelve boys are sitting or kinda reclining... well, everywhere, each in little groups next to a big group. They're chatting with each other kinda like they've known each other their entire lives.

`Our four' kinda look at us like it's Christmas.

"Dads, you said there were a few boys nearby. Are these them?" Luke wants to know.

"Yep, these are them. What do you think?"

"They're GREAT. When can we go swimming?" Gotta love Luke. Everybody laughs.

I look around at the new `dads+1' to see what they think. They kinda shrug their shoulders but Jared says, "We didn't plan on swimming... so, no swimsuits."

I ask our boys, "Do you guys have swim suits? (I think they all nod NO). You don't have to have them, but I'm afraid we don't have anything to fit you guys? We can go tomorrow and buy you some, but it's kinda late to go shopping today and still have time to swim.

"If you want to go skinny dipping, that's certainly not a problem, as long as your dads don't object (the dads just shrug their shoulders) and we know the other four guys don't always wear suits... (which gets a few blushes) Or, you can just wear your underwear if you're ok doing that. So, you can EACH decide what you want to do."

"Oh Great," says Luke, but at least he's laughing.

There're a lot of moans and groans, followed by a lively debate. After what seems like minutes it looks like they've maybe reached some kind of decision. The four who live next door decide that they'll go in just their underwear too, since none of the new ones are really comfortable about swimming naked... yet. And the other four don't want to be unfair and go get their swimsuits. They had already decided they don't have enough for everybody.

I decide we better get the room thing settled, at least temporarily.

Holding up a hand, "Boys! Boys!" Which finally gets them quieted down.

"How about this? The four that live here, raise your hands please (which they sheepishly do). How about picking your bedrooms, and for tonight double up please, in case you can talk Ken, Jared, Corey and their boys into spending the night, although I'm sure you'll double up anyway. SO, please grab your suitcases, the bedrooms are down that hall (pointing). Don't destroy the house please. Go pick your two bedrooms for tonight, and when you do that, come back and we'll get you some towels."

It sounds like a damn stampede, but there are twelve boys and 8 suitcases, so most grab a suitcase and off they go. There's a LOT of noise. We `6 dads+3' just stand and look at each other laughing, waiting for the house to fall down.

Now that there's room to sit we all take a seat before they get back.

We can hear boys going from bedroom to bedroom, having lively debates about the rooms and laughing constantly. It's very hard not to laugh out loud. I swear, I've never seen even kids bond as fast as all these apparently have. I could just as easily imagine all eight of them as brothers... maybe all twelve. Don't tell Alex, I really would be a dead man.

Ken, and Jared are sitting close to each other, not whispering, but having a conversation. I want to be sure they're ok if the boys go swimming...

Looking at them, "Guys, is everything ok? We can tell them they can't swim if that's a problem."

Jared says, "No, that's not a problem, we just want to know who kidnapped our four very quiet boys who would hardly say anything. We don't have a clue what's going on. `Boys!' " that last bit said pretty exasperatedly, which gets a good laugh.

About that time, twelve boys come back in a varied collection of underwear. We guess it's decided...

I keep my lecture short, "Guys, we'll trust YOU (pointing to all of them) to watch out for each other... please... especially the younger ones! But, for this first time, please stay in the shallower end of the pool until you're sure who can swim and who can't. We'll come out shortly to make sure nobody drowns. OK? And boys... NO RUNNING OR JUMPING OR DIVING! At least not the first time. Agreed? Please! And thank you."

There were some grumbles, but I `think' everybody more or less agreed.

I get up and tell the boys, "Come with me guys," and we go outside to the linen closet in the cabana near the pool, open it, and tell everybody to grab a towel. And, off they go.

The boys go over and `jump' into the pool... not really, just kinda standing on the edge and `stepping off' into the water. I guess that's not technically stretching my `NO JUMPING OR DIVING' request too far. I'll gladly give them this one.

But, I notice Luke and Steve, before they `step off' take each other's hand and turn to each other and kiss. I think it's chaste but for them to do that, in public, with eight other boys they don't know, I feel really good, because they must be feeling pretty good and safe in this group. Don't cry!

Diego and Daniel don't kiss, but they do hold hands while stepping off.

It's mid-June at this point, and the day in Palm Springs is nice, not particularly hot, around 94 F (34 C), a little cooler than normal for June, so I suggest we go outside and sit so we can keep an eye on things. And unlike lots of places, like where we grew up in North Carolina, the humidity here is very low... it is a desert, after all.

It's a dry heat.

At least that's what all us 'desert rats' tell ourselves when it hits 120 F (49 C). It doesn't make it feel a bit cooler, but it does let us all feel morally superior to all the wimps who leave for the summer.

It usually hits 120 F (49 C) multiple times each summer.

And it's not all that unusual to hit 122 F (50 C) at least a couple times each summer.

When it does, it doesn't make a rat's ass difference how low the humidity is. It's hot as hell and it feels like you're inside a very big convection oven... and you're the entree.

I turn on our `misting system', which sprays a very fine high-pressure mist in the air and is great for cooling sitting areas in the desert, which gets a few `oooohhs' and `aaaahhs' from our boys and the new boys when the mist starts squirting out.

It works great in the desert because the humidity is so low that it instantly evaporates the fine mist that sprays out, and it takes a lot of heat out of the air to do that.

We have a combination of outdoor chairs and couches, with shade and misting over them. After we get seated, Michael, Danny and Corey ask what everybody wants to drink, most wanting wine, and they go off to get everything.

I decide to ask if our guests had thought about spending the night.

Looking at Ken and Jared and saying, "Guys, you're more than welcome to spend the night. We have a bag with about 100 new toothbrushes that our dentist keeps giving us, so that's covered. Sleeping attire is, well, thanks to Luke, not a problem since he's already ratted us out for sleeping naked. (gets a laugh) Beds, also not a problem, even if a couple have to double up. And, you have to admit, your boys look like they're having a blast."

Ken and Jared exchange a somewhat `obscure' look and Ken finally says, after a big sigh, "Yeah, they do! And I think this may have made a big decision for us."

Looking at J&J, Ken continues, "We've told these guys (points to us) that we've been having a hell of a problem getting our boys to open up with us. They've been with us about two months, and we can't get them to show interest in anything, they don't even talk to each other that much. Part of the problem is where we live. There are basically no kids nearby. There aren't many places, like parks, for them to play and honestly we don't trust that anyway.

"We've talked, not seriously yet, but we've talked about maybe moving to Palm Springs. We know there are a lot more gay people out here, including kids. I can easily live here and continue my job. I might have to occasionally commute to LA, but mostly can fly from here.

"Jared does business and computer consulting. He works from home. If he has a meeting, it can usually be done by video. He does have to travel occasionally, but not often. So, we may be looking at trying to find a house here, although with four boys in tow, that's not going to be easy."

Alex, being a CPA, asks, "Do you know your price range? It depends a lot on the neighborhood. This area is Las Palmas, and most of the houses here are around a Million dollars or more now... unfortunately. Prices have gone up here everywhere over the last couple years."

Dad Kevin Note: This conversation took place a couple years ago, BTW. They cost more now... way more.

Jared says with absolutely no enthusiasm, "Yeah, that's about what we figured. We can do that, but we'll have to get a loan until our house sells. We better start talking to banks I guess. But, what choice do we have. Look at the boys," he says while looking at the pool, with twelve almost teens and pre-teens splashing around, "They haven't been this happy since they've been with us... and, I'm pretty sure, for a long time before that," looking sad.

One of J&J, Jeff who's a realtor, speaks up and says,

"Guys this may be good timing. It's bizarre timing, but the house next door (pointing to the house right beside us, on the west side toward the mountain) is coming on the market next week.

"The older couple who lives there has decided they need to move to something smaller and more manageable. I've been talking to them off and on for a couple months. I just today got a signed contract on their house. It was pretty completely remodeled a few years ago. I think it will sell for just under a million dollars."

Michael, Corey and Danny had just come back with drinks and hear the part about the house. Ken, Jared and Corey just kinda look at each other. They all three seem a little overwhelmed at the moment.

After a while, Ken turns to Jared and Corey, "What do you think guys? Are we dreaming here? We'll need interim financing until our house sells. We have a preliminary estimate for our current house. It'll probably leave us having to get a loan for about $200,000. That shouldn't be a big problem with our incomes and assets."

Alex speaks up saying, "Guys, I'm a CPA. I'll help in any way I can - as a friend, only. I'm not trying to drum up business. We might even be able to help with the interim loan. Jeff, can you show them the house? How much notice is required?"

Jeff says, "None, actually. They've gone to visit family, I have a signed contract, and they would like nothing better than a quick sale. They MIGHT even be willing to take a short-term loan. I think the selling price will be a bit lower before it's actually listed. These days, once it comes on the market, selling prices can be higher than asking, but I have my Supra key in the car, and can easily get you in... now, actually."

Jared says, "Ken and Corey, if we're thinking about this, we really should look at this, just to see what we can get for the money. And, guys, look," he says, pointing to the pool, where twelve boys are acting like twelve boys without a care in the world including, I THINK, two of theirs with their arms wrapped around each other. You would never have guessed how much heartbreak these boys have all been through to see them at the moment.

I add, "Guys, if you're seriously thinking of this, it won't do any harm to look. We'll keep a close watch on the boys. I don't think you want them to know about this until it's a `done deal'," which gets nods and at least one "hell no."

"You sure you don't mind watching the boys?" Ken asks.

Kevin says, "Are you kidding. I'm not about to leave this spot, where I can easily see the boys, as long as they're in the water," I say laughing.

Ken says, "OK, let's go look. I doubt that we would ever be lucky enough for the first thing we look at to work out, so we might as well get started," Ken says with a noticeable resignation in his voice.

I just realize that Ken is still in his Captain's uniform. I'll round up some sweatpants and things when they get back.

So the three of them and Jeff and Jeff's partner, Jack, go to look. His car is outside our house, so he goes to grab his Supra Key. That's what Real Estate Agents in the area use to get access to properties for sale. Alex decides to go too. It's been at least a year since we were in the house.

I walk out to the pool to make sure nobody has drowned. They all seem to be having a great time. I do notice a few pairs of wet underwear on the pool deck... I don't want to know.

We have an outdoor cabana by the pool... I point out where suntan lotion is... none of the newer boys have any evidence of a tan.

Laughing, I ask them to not drown one another and to put on suntan lotion and add, "Guys, the sun is very strong out here... so, soon please? And guys, don't forget those parts that never see the sun... they burn too," while looking directly at `ours'.

Going back to my seat next to Michael and Danny, "Well you two, how is everything? Corey seems nice. Very cute too," I couldn't resist.

"And just why would you say that?" Michael wants to know, with a raised eyebrow.

Chuckling a bit I say, "Oh, no reason. Have you persuaded him to spend the night?" with an evil smirk.

"Maaaybe... If the dads will agree (cute smirk from him)... On a different topic. How are we going to feed twelve boys and 9 adults dinner? It'll be impossible to wrangle them to go out somewhere... and I'm not sure where we can go that can handle a group this big without advance notice."

I know we've got to get better with meal planning, eventually... but for now, "How about Pizza and a salad for those who want it, or pasta... whatever they have to order. The boys... uhh... our boys' stomachs are still on Eastern Time, so we better not wait too long."

"I'll make up a big order and call it in, and then go get it in about an hour or so. I have one other stop to make (winking at me). I imagine all the boys will be worn out by then. Danny, would you like to help?" Michael says.

Danny replies, "Of course. Let's start figuring out the order. I pretty much know what ours all like."

"And I know what our `adults' like... the boys, I suspect won't complain as long as it's pizza. They're still new, and I'm sure that'll change soon enough. But we better not get anchovies... Luke would not be happy (which gets a chuckle). I also better check our drink supply. I'll do a Costco run tomorrow for most of the staples," Michael adds with a laugh.

Wow, life with four boys is different. The novelty wore off quickly, didn't it. I still think it's the best decision in the world... I hope. Four days ago I was a nervous wreck wondering if the boys would even agree to let us adopt them. Now, it all feels so mundane and normal. It's the most wonderful feeling I've had in my entire life... well, except for Alex and Michael.

I sit here slowly drinking my glass of wine, thinking about how much our lives have changed... in just the last four days. But, there is no going back. Not that I ever would. I never will.

Boys are amazing creatures - it's too bad we all grow out of that. Sitting here watching, it's fun to watch the dynamics. Some of the older boys, like Luke, and two from J&J's house, and one of the new boys, tend to be the center of attention. They participate in everything.

Steve isn't quite as outgoing as Luke, not many boys that age are. But I'm totally amazed that Luke and Steve `outed' themselves so quickly in this pretty big group. I guess they really do feel secure in this group. Maybe some of the others said they were gay too.

I would find out later that Luke and Steve introduced themselves to each group as 'boyfriends'. Don't cry.

Others, like Daniel and Diego, aren't so outgoing, but they're certainly not shy. The four visitors seem to be getting into the swing of things.

I'm surprised, actually, that their `dads+1' have had so much trouble getting them to participate in things. Maybe it's just a kid thing. Maybe being around other kids is the missing secret sauce. And, I do NOT mean that in any sexual sense at all. Minds out of gutters, please.

About forty-five minutes later the real estate expedition returns. They're having a lively conversation about the house, the financing, who would get which bedroom... although it looks like to me they should let the boys decide on theirs... keep mouth shut!

They sit down, pick up their now-warmer wine, and continue to talk. It sounds like they could be serious about the house. I think I'll stay out of that as much as possible. I'm always more than happy to defer to Alex on financial things.

Alex goes inside and comes back with a small bucket of ice to cool the wine if desired. Yeah, I get it. Wine snobs everywhere just passed out. It's the desert. It's about 94 F (34 C) at the moment. A lot of us drink white wine with ice... some even use ice in red wine.

Corey asks where Michael is - no surprise. ;-) We tell him what they're doing, and he goes off smiling to join them.

I go to start collecting a few things in case they decide to stay the night.

We have plenty of new toothbrushes thanks to our dentist visits, shampoo, only found one new hair brush, figure the boys won't care anyway, and a few things like that, although it's so hot and dry, hair dries almost instantly here anyway.

We can always come up with sweat pants, t-shirts, and a few other clothes if anybody needs anything, at least for the adults... maybe the boys next door can loan the four visiting boys things as needed... if ours don't have what they need, and from the looks of it, ours don't have a whole lot themselves. Fortunately they're all wearing shorts anyway.

I look out at the pool and see several boys sitting on the side of the pool while being slathered in sun tan lotion... Steve and Luke doing each other (mind. gutter. out.) One of the twins is being slathered by somebody else. Interesting. That could be a big problem. Hope not. Also, one of the visiting boys being slathered by not one of their own. It's gonna be an interesting life from this point forward.

Michael, Corey and Danny come out to say they're off to pick up pizza and a few drinks, Michael and Corey changed into shorts and pullover shirt. Should be back in about an hour or so.

I sit for a while, drinking my glass of wine and watching the boys. I go in and collect as many drinks as I can find, and our ice chest, and fill it and take it out for the boys... who don't take long to find it.

I decide to go to our storage shed attached to the garage and start hauling out folding tables and chairs... we've collected those for a couple outdoor parties we've thrown over the years.

They'll come in handy for feeding rapidly growing boys when we eat outside since we won't all fit at our table when it's more than just us and our four.

The boys notice what I'm doing and a few of the older ones, including Luke and Steve, come over in wet underwear to help.

I tell them I'll get them. None have shoes on and we don't want any injuries. I did tell them I'd leave the tables and they can set them up later, before we eat, and, "Oh by the way, dinner should be here in about an hour. Fish and Salad," but Luke isn't biting, speaking of fish, "Yeah, right... HA, HA."

"But guys, all of you... thank you very much for asking! I really appreciate it." Back they go, talking and laughing. I finish that and go sit back down and watch the boys.

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About thirty minutes later I spot one of the twins running/stomping into the house - he's too far away to tell which one. Oh Shit! Guess I was right. Well crap. Guess I better go after him, although I have no idea what I'm going to say. I finish with the table I'm carrying and decide to go quietly into the house and check.

Just as I start down the hall to the boys' bedrooms, I hear crying. Well, at least I know where he is. I walk as quietly as possible until I'm outside his room. At least the door's open.

I look in and he's lying on the bed, face down, crying pretty good. I go over quietly and sit on the side of the bed, reaching over to rub his back.

I expect him to freak out, but he doesn't. He just rolls over and throws himself at my neck, and continues to cry. I manage to just sit there and let him cry it out, rather than opening my mouth and making things worse.

He eventually mostly cries himself out... for now. He pulls back enough to look at me with, with red, tear soaked eyes. I just continue to rub his back, and say nothing.

"Why? Why did he do that? Why?", he cries as sadly as I think I have ever heard.

I'm about 99 percent sure I know what the problem is, but the solution... not a damn clue, "Can you tell me what happened?" is the best I can do.

"No, I can't. You'll hate me! You'll send us back," and then more sobs. I just hold him as tight as I can. When he finally sorta stops and leans back a bit, I say, still hugging him tight,

"Diego, we will NEVER hate you. We will NEVER EVER send you back. Any of you boys, and we will NEVER EVER hate you just because you and Daniel love each other. It won't ever happen, son."

I honestly thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head.

He manages to stammer, "Uhhhh... We're brothers. We're supposed to love each other."

"Yes, you are brothers, and yes you are supposed to love each other... and I suspect that twins love each other more than regular brothers, and I think you both might love each other a little more than just as brothers. And, I don't mean just as twins," I say with a big smile, hoping it wouldn't look threatening, while looking him directly in the eyes.

Looking like he wants to faint, he finally fesses up "Uhhhhh... How did you know. We never said anything. We were afraid you would hate us... sob... sob... I'm sorry dad... we really didn't want to lie to you. If you want to send us back, we'll understand," and then the waterworks really begin. I just keep rubbing his back, shedding about as many tears as he is.

"Diego, son... we love you guys so, so much. We're NEVER sending any of you back. You're not getting away from us that easy buster!" He kinda looks at me like I had two heads. (mind. gutter. out). But he eventually kinda chuckles a little bit.

Trying not to say anything stupid, "Diego, any time two people love each other, even as brothers, but especially as boyfriends... it's really important to talk about things like this. Have the two of you ever talked to each other about what you want to happen as you get older?"

Still sobbing, Diego manages, "Dad, he said he loves me and wants to be with me forever... Just like I told him. Why did he do that?"

"Can you tell me what he did that upset you?"

"He was playing with one of the new boys... he had him rub suntan lotion all over him. He spent the whole time talking to him in the pool. He doesn't want me anymore," and then the waterworks really start...

I hear somebody, look up and Michael is standing in the door. His eyes are red too, he must have heard some of that. I just mouth "it's ok" and kinda motioned as nicely as I could to Michael to go back down the hall and let us talk. He goes... reluctantly.

Still clueless about what to say, "Diego, son. He hasn't stopped loving you. I see the way he looks at you. I see the way you look at him... just like you guys told the three of us we look at each other. And just like Luke and Steve look at each other. He still loves you Diego. Is this the first time that you guys have spent time with other boys, doing things like being in a pool together, and rubbing suntan lotion on each other?" I'm stalling. I'm totally clueless what I need to say here.

"Yeah, it is. But, he said the first day we met you guys that Michael is very cute, too. You know Luke. He asked if we needed to tell him and Steve something. It's kinda why we decided to tell them... and you."

"Diego, Michael is very cute... don't you think so?"

In between all the sobs, "Yeah, he is very cute! But, I don't want Michael. I want Daniel. I love Daniel so much. He's all I've got... Well, now I have you, but I love Daniel so much."

"I know you do son. Are you SURE he loves this other boy? They just met. Maybe he's just out having a lot of fun. Diego, you're both in the pool with eleven other boys. ELEVEN BOYS! You don't want to keep Daniel from ever having new friends do you? Or you either. If you had somebody rub lotion on you, would it mean that you don't love Daniel anymore?"

"No, of course he can have friends... we both can. Luke and Steve are our friends. It's not the same thing. I'll never find anybody I love more than Daniel. We promised each other. Why did he do that?"

About then I hear somebody running down the hall. I look up and Daniel's standing there sobbing... It's a big risk, but I motion him over.

He comes up to me and stops, looking between Diego and me. While I gently rub his back. I decide I'll just cut to the chase and say, "Daniel, Diego is upset. He thinks you don't want him as your boyfriend any more. Is he right?"

My first thought is that Daniel is going to pass out on the floor, "Huh. What? I don't know what you mean."

"Daniel, like you guys told us about Michael... I know, son. I think I've known since the first day. It doesn't make any difference to us Daniel. And, as I've already told Diego... we're not sending you back! Ever! So Daniel, do you still want Diego as your boyfriend? Be honest please." (AND PLEASE SAY YES!)

He hesitates a bit, but finally says, "YES! Always. Diego, I love you so much... I was just having fun... You were playing with somebody and I asked Kurt to rub lotion on me... I'm sorry... I don't love Kurt, I love you. I didn't mean to hurt you. Please don't hate me. Please?"

That does it. Diego looks up. They look at the tears running down each other's faces... Diego lunges for Daniel and I honestly thought he was going to choke the poor boy, but in between sobs, and kisses and `I love you's', I think things might be ok... I do want to encourage them to talk to each other, however.

"Guys... I think you both need to maybe sit and talk a little bit... how about that? Can you do that?" They both say `yes'. But before I leave I want to share one thing... I hope it's not a mistake.

"You know sons, your dad Alex and I used to have arguments over this too... many years ago. We were way older than you when we met, but we knew we loved each other... but we also found other guys attractive... We finally realized that we love each other enough to not be jealous when one of us talks to somebody else, or wants to get to know someone else better. If we hadn't gotten over being jealous, we never would have met Michael.

"I want you both to ALWAYS remember one thing... Please remember how much you love each other right now. Don't ever forget that. Even if you're mad at each other. Please. Any time anything like this happens, please talk to each other about it. Please? Can you promise each other that you will do that. You guys love each other too much to be jealous of each other. Can you do that?"

It takes a while, but they both at least say, "I'll try." That's about all I can hope for... for now. I suspect this will come up again, probably sooner rather than later.

I hug them both and get up to leave... They both need one more big hug before I leave.

I add one last thing. "Diego, when you feel better, why don't you go out and spend some time with Kurt too? Play in the pool with him. You guys sit together for lunch. Get to know him a little bit better... You might decide you want to be friends with him too."

He looks at me very skeptically. I never get an actual answer to that one. We'll see.

As I walk out of the bedroom, Michael, Alex, Luke and Steve are all standing there, some with their own tears. We have a brief group hug, and I start to usher them back down the hall and say quietly, "I think they'll be ok. How is everybody else?"

Gotta love Luke, who loudly and proudly explains, "I told everybody they had to pee really bad." Well, at least he didn't say `poop'.

After we stop laughing we actually hear laughing coming from the bedroom.... Luke and Steve want to go in, I tell them to ask their brothers... who say `yes'. I guess they know now... doesn't seem to bother them. Good... but not surprising.

We go back out and sit back down. The others look `concerned', not sure what they know or think... so I just say, "Crisis averted. I hope. Damn this is hard." They laugh. I hope like hell I'm not lying.

A few minutes later they all come out and Diego and Daniel stop to hug me and thank me... and tell me that they love me, and then they head back to the pool... Holding hands. Damn this is hard.

I get an `odd' look from a few of the adults.... We'll deal with that later.

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Oh wait, Michael is back. Must mean pizza is here. Finding Michael, I ask if he got everything, and he says yes, with a smile.

We need to get the tables set up, "Great, let's finish setting up the tables, get the boys out and... You know what. Let's not even try to get them dressed... OK. ALL ADULTS! ATTENTION PLEASE! We need help setting up tables, please. Tables and chairs are in the storage room next to garage."

That goes very quickly. Amazing how fast nine adults wearing shoes can get stuff done.

Michael, Corey and Danny bring out the Pizzas and when they're all set out, go to yell for the boys, telling them to dry off and that lunch is here, although most of them are either there or on the way. Apparently boys can just naturally smell pizza from great distances. It's a mystery. Who knew?

Of course, I thought we were being invaded by a swarm of very loud locusts... the first thing out of Luke's mouth is, "Pizza! I knew you didn't get FISH!"

Oh, you just wait buster! I just had to grab him and hug him... he didn't seem to mind. I totally forgot he was wet and only wearing wet underwear, but he actually seemed to really enjoy the hug.

Gawd, what a noise twelve almost-teen boys can make... but, you know, it sounds better than the best music my ears have ever heard.

Yeah, I know. That's ridiculous, but when you want something so much and you're so afraid you'll never be able to have it, and then get it - it's overwhelming. It's amazing. And, it's scary as hell.

I think at one point I counted something like ten LARGE pizzas... they didn't last long. That's like half a LARGE pizza for each person here. Damn. We're seriously going to have to figure out how to feed all these boys. They can't eat pizza every time. But, better not tell them that just yet, they might still be a flight risk.

There was one more surprise for the boys, just to add insult to injury as far as diet goes. We had arranged this before leaving to come home actually. Michael picked it up when he went to pick up the pizza. Fortunately we waited until we knew which boys were coming home with us.

After all the boys were fed, which doesn't take as long as you might expect, Michael and Corey disappear and a few minutes later come out carrying something big and flat. Danny starts clearing pizza boxes off of a table.

When they get close enough, we can all see it's a cake, which certainly gets the boy's attention... Putting it down on the table, our boys look at the cake and immediately tear up... in front of their new friends, which surprises us. The cake says on top:

Thank You For Letting Us Be

Your Dads and Big Brother

Daniel, Diego, Luke, Steve

You Make Our Lives Complete

We'll Love You Forever!

Alex, Kevin, Michael

That gets us a round of hugs, including lots of cheek kisses, more than a few tears, and a rousing cheer from their new friends. Thank goodness it's a big cake. I'm sure we had to pay extra for all that writing, but it's definitely worth it.

I don't remember when the cheek kisses started, but I love them. And, yes, we MIGHT have gotten the idea of the cake from the party for the boys at the Group Home.

The boys give Michael an amazing hug and plenty of kisses on the cheeks, and it's hard to see who has the most tears. Even Corey seems emotional, but maybe it's because he's standing next to Michael rubbing his back pretty affectionately. He gets some hugs too, including a really nice long one from Steve, which they both seem to really enjoy. Hmmmm.

I look over at Ken and Jared, who have a few tears in their eyes too. I'm not sure, but I think it's because their four boys are hoopin' and hollerin' (my southern redneck hillbilly coming out) and yelling right along with all the others. Maybe it's the cake, but I doubt it.

Or, maybe they just figured out that there is no way they can NOT buy the house next door. That could easily explain their tears!

While all the boys are busily scarfing down cake, I look over and see that Daniel, Diego, Kurt, and one other new boy, whose name I don't remember, are all sitting together like long-lost friends. As my redneck relatives would say, "Hallelujah." I sure hope that's settled.

Somebody drags a trash can out to where we're sitting, and when all the boys finish, they start putting their paper plates and pizza boxes in it, without even being asked. I KNOW, it's a little thing, but still... Hey, I'm new at this.

And then, immediately back to the pool... yelling and laughing the whole time. Several pairs, not just ours, holding hands.

I go over to Ken, Jared and Corey who are having a quiet discussion, "Guys, is everything ok? I guess we should have warned you, sorry."

`Captain Ken' responds, after a little throat clearing, "I don't know what to say. I've never seen twelve happier boys... Including our own. This is so not like they've been for the last two months. I guess we better do everything we can to buy that house, assuming all you guys are okay with it. I really don't know what to say about what a difference today has made in our boys," before a few tears escape.

Smiling pretty good, "Guys, look at those boys... your boys. They're just happy. They feel safe. And loved. And trust me, those other eight boys are the reason, not us."

"I'm not sure I believe that. I'm sorry to say, but it never occurred to us... to me... to do something like this for them. Actually guys, how do you feel about us living next door, if we can work out the house? I don't want it to look like we're taking advantage of you guys. You've all been great to us and to our boys."

"Ken! Are you f'ing kidding? `Taking advantage of us'? Please. We would ALL LOVE to have you as neighbors. Look at those boys. I'm sure as hell not telling any of them you can't live next door. Are you?"

After a few laughs he says, "No. I guess not. Thank you, especially for the boys. And, thanks for the pizza and cake. It may be the most expensive we've every had!" which gets a round of laughs from all the adults... and maybe a few more tears.

After cleaning up a little more the adults move inside... well, except for Michael and Corey, who stay out to watch the boys.. It isn't long before the boys eventually kinda tucker out, especially `ours', since they're still on Eastern time. They all come in and find places to sit beside us, on us, or on the floor...

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But before they do that, I ask all the boys to put anything wet, underwear or towels, in the laundry room, to which Luke clearly announces that they don't know where it is.

After everybody laughs, Michael takes them all to show them. They throw in whatever they have, and come out with a few wrapped in towels. Michael started the washer. I'll go in later and dry everything.

Amazingly, several of the boys are paired off with what looks like boyfriends, including Steve and Luke, including a few chaste (I think) kisses. Daniel and Diego are sitting together, holding hands, while talking to Kurt, amazingly, and another of the new boys. We're gonna have to get all these boys waterproof name tags.

We three know the names of the boys behind us, since we've had a couple months to get to know them a little, but I suspect they'll be here a lot more now that our boys are here... if their dads will let them.

Leave it to our `beloved lovable problem child' Luke, "So, are you all spending the night?"

That gets a round of cheers from all the boys, including the visitors from behind us. "Yeah, I guess so, if it's ok with you guys... We can run out and buy a few things. I've gotta get out of this uniform," the Captain says.

I had already thought of that, but forgot to mention it, "Ken, I think you're about the same size as Alex, so I've laid out some shorts, sweatpants, and shirts on our bed... Come with me and we'll see if that will work. I promise... they're all CLEAN!" which gets a few laughs.

"Oh, guys we don't want to put you to any more trouble... we're..."

Holding up my hand, "Guys, no problem. Come on please."

We go to our bedroom and Ken uses our bathroom to try on the things that I'd laid out. They aren't a perfect fit, but they will certainly do for one night. I apologize for not telling him earlier, so he could get more comfortable. After asking shoe size, we had an almost new pair of tennis shoes that will fit.

I also give them toothbrushes, toothpaste, hair brush, deodorant, boxers and briefs, so they can take whichever they prefer, and a few other things. Jared also ends up with shorts, pullover shirt and a few other clothes as well.

On the way out of the bedroom, Ken again tells me how happy he is that the boys are doing so well, and thanks us. I tell him again it's the boys who are responsible. He doesn't seem totally convinced, but he should be.

We get bed assignments squared away. Michael, at great personal sacrifice, offers to let Corey share his `very big California King' bed, which he happily accepts, which gets a round of puzzled worried looks from both `our boys' and `their boys'. Apparently they're finding that different and concerning also. No surprise I guess. Damn.

Alex and I don't have any problem with it, and from their looks, neither do Ken and Jared. But, I suspect this is going to be a future topic of `concern' with the boys... ours and theirs. How the hell to explain this? I wanted kids, as I'm sure I'll be reminded. And I still do!

Before we all split up for the night, our boys do one final thing that totally destroys all three of us. Well, all of the adults actually. We knew we were in big trouble when they all walk up to us in the living room and Steve, with the other eleven in tow, this time, says,

"Dads and Michael. None of us know how to say this very well, but we all want to THANK YOU, from the bottoms of our hearts. When Mr. Frank told us that two gay men wanted to adopt us... well, it kinda freaked us out. We're so sorry. We had never met a gay couple before, well... other than us (which gets a little laugh from everybody, and a blush from Steve and Luke). We never knew what it would be like living with parents that don't care that we're gay, or that we're boyfriends. But none of us have ever felt more loved... or accepted..."

He starts crying and can't continue, Luke hugs him and rubs his back as he puts his head on Luke's shoulder, so Diego continues,

"We know you didn't even come to adopt us (which gets a few puzzled looks on faces), but we want you to know how much we love you. We've never been so happy... all of us. We love you, and our brothers, and Michael. Thank you!" and with that he starts crying, and all four come in for hugs. That gets a lot of tears started too, especially us.

Thru my tears I notice that Ken, Jared and Corey have red eyes too, and surprisingly, Ken is really crying. His boys notice about the same time, and all go over to hug him and ask what's wrong.

In between choking up he says,

"Sons, I'm so sorry. We love you boys more than anything, but I see now that I had no idea how to be a good father to you, (sob...) It honestly never occurred to me that I should have done way more things like this with you, when you came home with us. I'm sorry. I didn't know how to talk to you. I didn't know how to get you to talk to us. I see it now, with these guys... I am so, so sorry sons."

Ken and Jared's boys hug the three of them, all with a few tears too, then Kurt says, "Dads, you didn't do anything wrong. We all love you... We just didn't know how to talk to you either. We don't really have any friends, except a few people we saw in school until it was over... we were all kinda down. There's nothing for us to really do at home. We didn't mean to be a problem. Like these guys said, we love you more than we will ever be able to tell you, and THANK YOU for adopting us and loving us," which gets more waterworks started.

That goes on for a while. Gay men should not cry this damn much.

Jared looks at Ken, who nods, and after a few false starts, says, "Guys, we have decided to try to move to Palm Springs. We aren't sure yet when or exactly where, but how would you feel about that?"

I thought boys were loud when asking if they wanted pizza... Nope. Wrong. The decibels from these four after that was truly astounding, although I'm pretty sure they had help from the other eight.

Ken is a little more able to talk now, "Boys, we'll make it up to you. As soon as we can figure things out, we'll move out here. I promise, and guys if we ever do anything wrong, tell us... please. And, if you have any questions, please ask us. I've seen how great all these guys talk to each other. I promise you, I'll get better. So, if any of you have ever any questions, please ask."

So, finally, we got a little self-control back, and then, right on cue...

Our `beloved, lovable, problem child' looks at us and asks, "So dads and Michael. You never answered my question. Do we have three daddies now?" which gets a huge (maybe a little nervous) laugh.

Lots of high-fives among the boys. Michael comes over and hugs the crap out of Luke. I think he hugged him so hard, his feet left the floor.

At least he DID NOT ask why Michael is going to sleep with Corey, instead of us, although it's only a matter of time. But, damn I love these boys.

Before Corey and Michael head to Michael's room to `sleep', Michael comes over to give the boys all hugs and cheek kisses, whispering something in each boy's ear, and gives us an almost chaste kiss, as does Corey with Ken and Jared, and hugs for their boys. Guess that question is now answered.

Before leaving with Corey, Michael asks loudly for the eight boys to please get together and write down their favorite things to eat and drink. He's going grocery shopping tomorrow, and want to get stuff that the boys want...

He asks the boys to grab a piece of paper from the office and make one list of things they want. He warns them he might not be able to get everything in one trip, but will gradually get what they want. He also asks them to keep the number of different items to a minimum, if possible, like pick two kinds of cola, instead of four, just because of storage and refrigerator space.

He added, "AND guys, please bring your list with you to breakfast tomorrow. We're going shopping after that. Thanks! Goodnight and we love you guys," waving as the two `traitors' go off to the bedroom, arms around waists... somebody else's waist.

The boys all look very concerned that they're not spending the night with the dads as they walk away together.

And then Luke says, not happily, "I still didn't get an answer. Do we still have three daddies?" He never gives up. Oh, wait... `still have three daddies'... crap. Later.

"Good Night Boys! If you want something to drink you know where the kitchen is. Breakfast at 8:30. Please be ready! If you need anything in your rooms let us know, please. WE LOVE YOU ALL!"

The boys all take that as a hint to head to bed. It sounds like a mini-stampede as they all head down the hall toward their bedrooms.

Before J&J and Danny and their boys leave, they invited ALL OF US to breakfast tomorrow morning, saying they're sure we haven't had time to shop for breakfast things like eggs. They're right, and it's very appreciated. Taking at least eight boys and six adults to a restaurant tomorrow morning would not be my preferred way to start the day. Not yet.

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When J&J and Danny leave, Ken and Jared follow them to the door, talking to them about something, maybe the house?

When they come back, I ask, "Ken I don't know what time zone you're on. I'm going to have another drink. We have all the normal bar stuff, if you'd like anything."

They both say a glass of wine would be good, and give us a few minutes to talk. After getting drinks, I start,

"Guys, you know the boys are going to ask about staying longer, so just to head off any complaints, you are MORE THAN WELCOME to stay as long as you can. I think it's great how well all the boys did today. We can easily round up most things you need."

"Michael, and I suspect Corey too, if you let him, is going to Costco tomorrow to do some food shopping. It's absolutely no problem, plus I don't know what's going on with the house, but it might give you some time to look or think about things."

After looking indecisive for a few moments, Jared asks, "Guys, are you sure it's ok? You've just gotten back, with four NEW boys, and I'm sure you have a lot to get done."

Alex volunteers, "We do, but you know what... these boys all had such a great time today, please stay if you can... as long as you want. And guys, having you and your sons here... I think it's helping ours get used to their new home just as much as it's helping yours... so, please stay if you want to... and can. I think some of yours and some of ours are getting along pretty well. Not to mention, Corey and Michael will both be very disappointed if you don't stay," with the best shit-eating grin he can muster.

Ken chuckles and says, "Yeah I noticed that... especially Corey and Michael. Obviously Steve and Luke are boyfriends. I think two of ours are, but they've never said anything... and we've been afraid to ask, we didn't want to embarrass them. I do think it's good for them to be with other boys, gay and otherwise. Is everything ok with, is it Diego?"

"Yeah, a bit of... uh... you know what... fuck it. We promised the boys we won't ever lie to them, so I can't very well lie to you either. A bit of jealousy," offering no other explanation.

Ken adding a little hesitantly, "I thought they looked pretty close."

Fessing up I say, "Yeah, they're all each other has had, well, pretty much their whole lives. I think it's going to be very hard for them, especially having to hide it, but I'm not going to worry about it right now, although I suspect we haven't heard the last of it.

"On another subject, speaking of Michael and Corey, you know we haven't heard the last about that either. It looks like the boys aren't taking it very well... especially Luke."

Jared adds, "Yeah I noticed. I suspect we'll have to deal with that tomorrow."

I agree, and we all chat for a few minutes. Turns out they ARE proceeding on an offer on the house next door. I guess Jeff is working on the contract.

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Are You Like A Cult or Something?

Ken hesitates, but he finally gets back to something that he brought up at the airport, "Guys... How is it that you guys, us and J&J behind you all adopted four boys... although I guess you only thought you were adopting two. But still, it seems like a hell of a coincidence. Especially since we'll all be living right beside each other."

Alex and Kevin look at each other a little mysteriously, eventually chuckle a bit... and then Alex says,

"Yeah... about that. We've known J&J for almost the entire time we've been in Palm Springs. We used to hang out with them a lot more than we do now... especially before they brought their boys home a few months ago... and before we got so bogged down in dealing with our own adoptions.

"The six of us have had many conversations about wanting to adopt over the years that we've known each other. We ended up living behind each other... kinda by accident.

"We bought this house, and Jeff was our realtor, and then they found and bought that one, I think, about six months later. Jeff has been a realtor for quite a while, and he keeps up with property coming on the market much more than we do.

"The six of us kinda thought that if we adopted about the same time, the boys would have other boys nearby. And, there are actually two more of our friends who thought that was a great idea, and they're in the process of buying the house beside J&J. They have three boys.

"You guys were the only surprise in the plan... but one we're very, very happy about. And it really was just dumb luck that the house beside us just came available. We know the couple reasonably well, we'd see them around and even have them over for dinner occasionally, and we knew they wanted to sell. And like Jeff said, he's been talking to them for a while about them wanting to move to something smaller.

"We'll let you in on a little secret... and please keep this just to yourselves... and Corey, of course. Kevin, Michael and I have bought several other houses on this block over the years. Right now they're all rented, but we wanted to start buying them... both as an investment, we think the prices will increase quite a bit over the years, but mostly in case some of the boys might want to live there someday... that also includes your boys (which gets big eyes from Ken and Jared). And Jeff had already texted me about the house next door. If you hadn't bought it, we would have."

All of which leaves Ken and Jared sitting with open mouths.

Jared asks, "So... you and J&J and this other couple had kinda planned to adopt boys about the same time... and live close to each other? That's quite a plan."

Kevin says chuckling, "Yeah, we did. Although there are a lot of gay people in Palm Springs, most of them are retirees. After we decided we all wanted to adopt, we decided to try to live as close together as possible. It was just luck that we ended up so close.

"J&J really liked this neighborhood, even before we bought this house. We did too. They weren't quite convinced they wanted to move when this house came available, but they kept an eye out until they found their house. Jeff found out a few months ago that the house next to them was going to be sold, and Jorge and Richard were quick to buy it.

"We started just hoping we could be within walking distance of each other, to make it easy for the boys."

Ken, a little recovered, "Wow. I mean, it's great that so many boys are so close. Seeing the boys together today... it seems like a really good idea, but I'm amazed all that could work out."

Alex chuckles and says, "Yeah. We are too. We started this whole process of trying to get ready to adopt... probably almost four years ago. I hired a really good young manager for my CPA office, and cut my time back at the office... knowing that if we were lucky enough to be able to adopt, I want to spend less time at the office."

Kevin adds, "Of course the problem was the timing. We all started actually trying to adopt about the same time, but as you certainly know, it's impossible to have any kind of schedule with that. It worked out better than we ever thought it would."

Ken has one more question, "Uhhh... J&J... seem a little... more uptight about things than you guys do," sweating the entire time, afraid he'll insult us, I guess.

We just laugh and Kevin says, "Yeah, they are. Did you notice we never kiss them... we just hug. They are a little more... uptight about things... I'm not sure, honestly, how much they'll let their boys hang out with ours... unfortunately," which gets a couple nods.

We all sit around and talk about the subject for quite a while, but eventually the long day takes it's toll on all of us.

Ken's final question for the night is, "You all aren't like some kind of cult... are you?"

After laughing our asses off for a bit, Kevin assure's him we're not, "No... Just an anal-retentive total top CPA who insists on planning way too much," I add laughing. That would be Alex, for the record.

Something occurs to Kevin, "Oh, by the way... a really, really good friend of ours and his brother live on the other side of your new house. His name is Robert, and we definitely want to introduce you guys. He's a great guy and we usually hang out a lot... at least until recently," which gets some understanding chuckles.

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We eventually take Ken and Jared out to the guesthouse and show them around, and round up a couple more items they might need. I ask about cellphones and stuff, and we find enough chargers to keep them happy.

I'm assuming Michael will take care of any `recharging' Corey needs.

Insert evil grin. :-)

We tell them all goodnight, and tell them if they need anything, to please let me know. We make sure they have our phone number. They probably won't need it tonight, but so I don't forget. Our house has a phone system where we can call from room to room. I show them the list of numbers on their phone.

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Michael & Corey

As soon as they're in the room with the door shut, they almost attack each other, both raising their hands to cradle the face of the other.

It's been a long day, and they both have the beginnings of a very dark five-o'clock shadow, which feels so sexy as they rub each other's face, with their hands at first, and then after a long, long deep kiss, remove their lips from each other long enough to rub their faces together, feeling the friction from their barely there facial hair.

It turns out to be something they have in common, the love of a little five-o'clock shadow. It isn't the only thing they have in common. After more kissing, they start to seriously rub their crotches together, which would have resulted in painful hard-ons, if they both weren't already painfully hard from the kissing.

Corey, like Michael, is dark-haired, without excess body hair, but just the perfect amount where it matters. And it matters... a lot. They kiss, they rub, they grope, they rub their faces together, and then they start to slowly undress each other.

To this point they haven't uttered a single word in the room... they don't need to. There's been some kind of attraction to each other from the moment each spotted the other. It honestly worries them a little. Should they worry?

They both took a big chance in making their attractions known. They are both totally committed to the `dads' in their lives.

And no, they aren't into `daddies', despite their side-splitting laughs after Luke asked if the boys now have `three daddies'. They had left before Luke asked if they `STILL have 3 daddies'.

Truth be told, Michael finds it an amazingly odd turn-on that Luke and the other boys would even consider him to be their `daddy'... although he's never been into `daddies' in the least... somewhat older sexy men are another matter entirely.

Michael is a little bit used to Luke's comments by now, and Corey finds him delightfully witty and... honest. Sexy too, especially Steve, but that will never happen, just as it will never happen with his own `little brothers'.

Neither of them will ever do ANYTHING to hurt these boys, and as much as they think they're cute, and damn sure they will get way cuter, that is a step way too far.

No, that would be a betrayal that they will never do. They could never live with themselves if that were to ever happen. They love these boys. But it will always remain platonic. No matter how `hard' that will be.

At least that's their plan...

They both know that their respective `dads' won't have a problem if the two of them spend time together. Even sexy time.

They are both deeply in love with their `dads', just like their `dads' are deeply in love with them, and they know that they will always remain faithful. They also know that enjoying what each other is offering is still within the dad-accepted definition of faithful.

As long as it doesn't involve falling in love with each other. Neither has ever done that with anybody else, not since the moment they both met their respective 'dads'.

They don't know what that would mean... it's never come up. And as much as they're attracted to each other, they don't see any reason to worry. Yet.

Unfortunately, neither of them has a clue how they can explain this to the boys. But, they will... when they figure out how. And when it's appropriate.

They both saw the looks of concern on the boys faces... or of total betrayal. They both know that the boys are still young enough to see things in `black and white' terms... either `faithful' or `unfaithful'.

But, being older than all of the boys, they know that things aren't always quite that simple, aren't quite black or white. Neither of them will cheat on their own `dads'. Won't ever happen.

Michael, when he was hugging the boys goodnight, whispered into each boy's ear, "I love you and I always will." He meant it, with all his heart. He hoped it would remove some of their concern, but it was obvious it didn't. He'll have to say something to them, he just has no idea what.

He whispered something similar to the `dads' after their kiss, as did Corey, on both counts. And they both know that they will understand, and even be happy for them.

Both sets of dads have always recognized the inherent unfairness in Michael and Corey being the third in the relationship. They can never all three marry, so it won't ever be exactly equal.

Maybe this, this way of finding someone special occasionally, will help make up for that, just a little. And truth be told, none of the dads would object if the two of them crawled into bed with them.

That exact same sense of unfairness is Michael's only concern for Diego and Daniel, if they truly do remain as lovers.

As non-identical brothers they might be able to go out in public anonymously, and where safe, even enjoy being a little affectionate with each other... if no one knows. But, as twins that will be immediately obvious to everyone. He doesn't see how they can ultimately be happy as lovers and twins, and that breaks his heart for them.

This also isn't the first time Michael or Corey has enjoyed a little extracurricular fun. And it probably won't be the last. But there is something very odd about how each feels about the other, even though neither has mentioned it, and neither quite knows what it is, and neither can put it into words.

It certainly isn't on the same level that each feels for their own `dads', but it feels like more than just a hookup. But, exactly what that is, is to worry about another time. Because right now each is only interested in this... in getting to know each other... intimately.

They both know that some would judge them for that. They're honestly afraid that the boys will. They're afraid that this will damage their relationship with their `little brothers'. But, neither thinks it will be a serious or long-lasting harm. They both honestly believe that the boys will understand... after a little time.

They hope, with all their hearts.

All of this is new to the boys. Hopefully, they just need time to see that it makes no difference in how much they still love their dads. All the adults were worried sick in the beginning that the boys finding out about the three of them would be a disaster, but that had gone very well... thanks to Luke.

They both know that the boys have been under so much stress lately. Michael knows how stressful their visit had been with the boys for everybody, but especially for the boys. He saw first-hand how stressed out everybody was, and how it had hampered them getting to know each other, for a little while. He believes with his whole heart that that has passed. He knows how the boys feel about him and the dads. He knows he feels the same about them.

Corey knows that his own boys haven't exactly `gelled' with their dads yet. He gets along fine with the boys, but he wishes they were happier. He also wishes he could enjoy the same level of love with them that Michael obviously does with his.

He wishes he knew what to say to them, or the dads, to make it all better. To make them as happy as Michael's boys are. He can see it in all their faces. He can see the look of almost envy in the faces of his own boys. He can see the boundless trust and love in the face of Michael's boys. He just doesn't know what to do about it. But he is absolutely sure that this family is the solution. He just doesn't know how or why or how long it will take.

Michael and Corey are a good match for each other in terms of aggressiveness, and love, and emotion, and tenderness. They will eventually find out they are a good match in terms of a few other, perhaps slightly kinkier things too. And they both hope that they will have many chances to discover every one of those things with each other, especially if they end up living next door.

They alternate in who is the aggressor and who is the recipient, although truth be told, there is no aggression, just the excitement of newness. The excitement of that first grand unveiling... that first kiss... that first inhaling of the erotic scent of each other that will come... and `cum'... eventually.

With shirts off and thrown somewhere unimportant, they move on to other things, starting with the sight of their amazing chests and armpits.

As each shirt is taken off, they each take their lips and tongue to the tiny nubs that are straining to be pleased. Then, oh so carefully and gently, graze them with their teeth, just a hint of danger... taking their hands and sliding them heavily up both sides of the impressive chest in front of them... almost aggressively, giving the other his very best "I'm going to fuck you" look the entire time.

And then rub their noses and lips as deeply into each armpit as they can, moving up to kiss the other, sharing the erotic scent of whatever pheromones are present.

Michael takes the initiative of undoing Corey's shorts, sliding them, but not the underwear, down his sexy legs.

Going to his knees, he presses his face against the fabric of his oh-so-sexy briefs. Starting with his left cheek, which he rubs from one side to the other, oh so slowly. Then, turning his head and rubbing his right cheek all the way back across... repeating this several times.

Corey's moaning. Deeply... Sensuously...

And then pressing his nose and lips directly against the thick raging dick that's rubbing him in the face, through the thin fabric... sliding up and down. Opening his lips and tilting his head just enough to slide his teeth gently up and down, on both sides, getting to the top end and pressing his lips against it like he's trying to milk it, thru the fabric. Then going back down, nuzzling his balls with his nose and lips and tongue.

Corey is so close to coming that he takes Michael under his beautiful dark hairy slightly sweaty armpits and lifts him back up, and then lifts his sexy arms high, taking the opportunity to run his fingers thru them, repeatedly, kissing the entire time, and then taking both hands and putting them against Michael's nose, and then pressing his own nose up against his own fingers, so they can share Michael's delicious wonderful scent.

Then, removing Michael's shorts just as slowly, and repeating the same moves Michael did to him, because that felt so amazing. Corey coaxes Michael gently backward, until he's lying across his very big California King bed, in all his splendor.

Slowly removing his shoes and socks, while looking into each other's eyes, then his shorts... then parting Michael's legs and sliding forward so his face is directly over Michael's raging hardon, and with a little coaxing, very little coaxing, getting Michael to raise his sexy butt enough to slowly slide his underwear down, slowly unveiling the object of his immediate desire.

Inhaling deeply, feeling like he's going to pass out, or come, in the process... and then, just as the hard dick starts to come into view, nuzzling the foreskin with his lips, uncircumcised, as he slowly unveils more and more, letting his tongue only graze the puckered up opening in the foreskin, tasting the oh-so-delicate pre-cum that has already leaked out, sliding his lips and tongue downward with his underwear, until he can use his tongue to slurp and nuzzle his hot heavy engorged balls, one at a time. Oh he smells so wonderful. Damn. Just like he knew he would.

There is something incredible going on here, that neither of them can explain... or identify. They both know they're feeling things that they've never felt for anyone else before. Even their own 'dads'... and that worries them. A lot.

After worshipping his balls until he's afraid Michael will come, he slides down, while simultaneously raising Michael's sexy legs, with just the right amount of hair, by placing his hands under his legs, while nuzzling his balls, moving lower, nuzzling more, until Michael is lying with his legs in the air, and his amazing hairy little starfish is right in front of his face.

Lowering his nose and inhaling, as if his life depends on it... sliding his entire nose up and down Michael's amazing ass crack, sighing contentedly, and reaching out with his tongue to touch the tiny bit of uniquely folded flesh, getting a jolt and serious moan out of Michael... slowly inserting his tongue as far as it will go.

"Oh damn, he tastes just like I knew it would... woody... heady... amazing. Oh fuck this is amazing. Michael is amazing," Corey thinks to himself, raising up enough to stare into each other's eyes. Before he goes back to licking and inhaling and enjoying... maybe more than he has ever enjoyed. Damn.

After a few minutes, Michael is so close to exploding that he leans forward and takes Corey by his amazing armpits, and pulls him slowly upward, until he can kiss him deeply, enjoying the mossy taste of his own ass on Coreys' tongue and lips.

Michael slowly turns Corey onto his back and slowly repeats the same moves on him, savoring his first deep inhalation of his essence, repeating, licking, rubbing his nose and tongue everywhere it will reach. Corey is circumcised, but that takes absolutely nothing from the experience.

Michael feels almost overwhelmed with all that he's feeling, as he nudges Corey's ample full balls with his nose, almost trying to cram his entire face up under his large slightly sweaty musky balls, trying to get as close as humanly possible. What is going on here?

There seems to be some unspoken agreement that they want their first time together to be one of intimacy, not one of mechanics... not one of `who fucks who', so Michael crawls so slowly up Corey's naked body, until they are lip to lip, and they look almost lovingly into each other's eyes, but they can't possibly `love' each other, they've just met... only hours ago... can they?

They stare lovingly deeply into each other's eyes, while rubbing slowly against each other, while enjoying every nerve ending being on fire, slowly rubbing, back and forth, up and down, deeply kissing, until... they give forth everything, almost simultaneously. They shoot massive amounts of their essences between them... and they just keep rubbing, keep moaning, keep kissing, keep enjoying.

They do this until they are truly exhausted, and they just lie there, holding each other. Michael has his nose against Corey's neck, inhaling deeply and wondering WTF just happened, and hoping it will happen thousands of times more, for the rest of his life.

Oh, what would it be to do that with his `dads' and Corey, or Corey's `dads' and him and Corey...

Wow. This was supposed to be just a sexy hookup. It didn't go the way he expected. Corey's thoughts are almost exactly the same.

Finally getting cold, it is summer and the A/C is running, they decide a nice sensual shower is in order, together of course. And it's almost as much fun getting clean as it was getting dirty. Just constantly soaping, kissing, touching, gently cleaning everywhere... hugging... and wondering what is going on.

Eventually, after every square inch that can be reached and cleaned is, they realize the time has come to recover. They get out and dry each other off, gently and sexily, almost lovingly, kissing constantly. This is all unexpectedly amazing.

They go back to the bed, turn it back and get in... and they sleep, honestly better than either has in a long time. Never allowing an inch to separate them for the entire night. And that's during the summer. Snuggling up together all winter will be amazing.

"Oh, what am I thinking? Never mind, I have the `dads'. Damn this is hard," Michael thinks to himself.

"This is going to be complicated," is Michael's last thought before he drifts off into a very blissful sleep, while cuddling with Corey.

Corey's thoughts are almost exactly the same.

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