Date: Sun, 3 Oct 2021 07:37:24 -0700
From: Dave <outinwest@gmail.com>
Subject: The Society Boys Part 182

The Society Boys
By Connor Matthews

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Chapter 182

With the outing on the water complete, and the Campbells finally realizing
that we're the best option for Jimmy, and wishing us well...okay that's the
fantasy version.  It seemed they couldn't get away from us fast enough
after the trip.  Might have been the worms we killed to go fishing.  They
don't look like the killing type.

Colleen called the next day to see how the trip had gone.  We explained how
the boys had interacted and seemed to enjoy themselves.  We left out any
negatives about the Campbells as it wasn't really a thing we needed to
worry about in our minds.  I was almost shocked to hear that the Campbells
had also told her it was a good trip with no negatives.  This is one of
those eye of the storm things, isn't it?  You think it's all over but all
you are in right in the middle of it all.  Things are swirling around you
and all hell is gonna break loose again when you least expect it.  Does
anyone else think I'm becoming a paranoid schizophrenic?

The next few days were pretty uneventful and routine.  Just how I like it,
except for the uneventful and routine part.

I arrived home from classes, and Blake was the first one to greet me.
"Guess what happened at school today?"

"You finally got rejected by someone and you had a panic attack?"

"No.  Why would someone reject all this?"  He said moving his hands up and
down his body, before flipping his wavy hair out of his eyes.  "A bunch of
guys caught this 10th grader stealing stuff out of the locker room.  He was
taking phones and wallets and stuff."

"Did they turn him over to the principal?"

"They called him a thief, but he said he wasn't, so they dumped out his
backpack and it was full of stuff he'd taken.  He still said he wasn't a
thief.  He said he was an asset relocator.  So they relocated his teeth
down his throat for him, then took him to the office."

"That's terrible that he was stealing, but I like his term asset
relocator."

"Yeah.  I might use that, but not for stealing stuff."

We all sat down to dinner, and then like some weird movie script, we all
stopped at once as J.P. came downstairs to join us.

"Holy shit!" Ben exclaimed.  "That's quite the change of look."

"I'll say.  I guess it'll be easy to figure out who is who now," Chance
remarked as he sat down.

"What?  Do I have something on my face?" Has asked playfully as he wiped
his mouth.

"I like it J.P.," Blake said quickly.  "How come you did it?"

"It's for a new part I'm playing.  They thought my blond hair wasn't strong
enough for the character, so they dyed it black."

"Is it the type that just washes out?"  Kyle asked.

"I had the option of doing that, but it would have meant a lot of extra
time in make-up every day, so we did the permanent coloring.  They'll
change it back at the end of the shoot if I want."

"I guess I now know what I'd look like with black hair," I said checking
him over.  It sure gave him a very different appearance.  I like being
identical triplets with my brothers, but this could be fun too.  We'll dye
Jason's hair a dark red and we can go out as the start to our own joke.  A
blond, a red head and a brunette walk into a bar...  Well, not so much a
brunette considering J.P.'s hair was black, but you get the idea.

"They're also having me wear brown contact lenses to make my eyes a bit
darker too."

"What's the role?"  Colin asked.

"It's a war movie and I'm playing a bad ass soldier.  They give me a few
scars and marks on my skin for when I'm shirtless too, but not so many I'm
scary like a horror flick, just enough to show I've been in battle a few
times.  I also have a nude scene," he said staring at me.

"Fully nude?"  I inquired.

"No.  They wanted that, but I said I couldn't because of you guys, so right
now they're going with just the ass shot."

"I'd be fine if you go full frontal.  I guess you'd have to check with
Jason, but I can't see him objecting.  I know I've never let people film me
naked in case it negatively affected your career, but I'm fine with anyone
knowing what I look like...you know...down there, in my private area."

They all laughed.  "Justin, on you, that area is about as private as your
face," Colin said patting me on the back supportively.

"I think I'm fine with my decision for now.  Maybe down the road, I'd
consider it, but not this early on."

"Could get you a lot of offers.  First, they'll see you as a good-looking
leading man type who isn't afraid to bear it all, and knowing you're a
triplet, might double the interest," I suggested.

"Wouldn't that be triple the interest?"  Blake asked cheekily.  "Do you
need a sidekick little brother or anything for the movie?"

"No, I don't think there are any kids on this pic.  It's all adults, but
don't worry, `Blurred Lines' starts up again in a month or so."

"That'll be cool.  I think I'm going to get to be a bigger pain in the ass
this season."

"Well, that's what we need," Colin joked.

"I hope all my fans will like it.  By the time we start filming, I'm gonna
look so much older on camera.  I'm gonna see if I can have some scenes in
shorts or in my underwear, so I can show off my tattoo.  Maybe shirtless
would be cool too."

"That should blow up your social media feeds," J.P. told him.

"Yeah.  Then I'll be trending and in demand.  From there it's just a short
hop to doing movies and bringing in 20 mil a flick.  Once I'm super famous,
I might even let you come to the Oscars with me."

"I look forward to it," I smiled as I looked at J.P. again.  It was sort of
interesting seeing us with black hair.  It's already growing on me.  I'd
fuck him.  That's my litmus test for whether I like something or not.

Blake looked around the table at everyone checking J.P. out and smiled.
"Shotgun!"  He cried out.

"Huh?"  Kyle asked.

"I called shotgun.  I get to sleep with J.P. first to see if he's any
different with black hair."

"Is that really something you can call shotgun on?"  Chance asked.

"Sure...I just did," he reasoned.  Guess you can't argue with logic.

"Are you a top or bottom with the black hair, J.P.?"  Blake asked.

"Would it really matter to you?"  J.P. said almost laughing.  Blake just
shrugged.

"Who wants to go to best ass competition at the Slam'r tonight?"  Kyle
asked.  "The winner gets five hundred dollars."

"I'm in!" Blake said quickly.  "What do you think I should do with my five
hundred bucks?"

"Nice try," Colin said as he pushed Blake playfully.

"What?  I'd win for sure."

"Probably, but it's in the club so you have to be 19 to enter."

"Yeah, yeah.  That's what you say, but it's only because I'd put all of you
to shame with my hot little ass," he giggled.

"We're putting Troy in it," Kyle announced.

"We are?"  Troy asked surprised.  "Why not just give me the five hundred
bucks now, and I'll let you see my ass all night long."

"We were thinking it also might be funny if Justin, Jason and J.P. did it
and went side by side.  See if anyone could tell that they were the same,"
Chance added.

"That could be interesting," Colin remarked.  "See if one of them gets
significantly more votes than the others.  Do you lose points for how many
times you been fucked in the past, because you can't really win with
negative points, can you, Justin?"

I ignored him.  "What are the rules?"  I asked the guys.

"It's officially a two-part thing.  First you stick your ass through a hole
in the wall and everyone votes on who they think looks best.  Then you take
a break, and the second time you put your ass back in, guys can feel you
up, look at your hole, finger or rim you to try you out.  They have to pay
five bucks for each guy they want to check, and no one may monopolize you
for more than one minute.  Everyone that pays to enter round two gets
another vote on the ass they like the most.  Once that is done, all votes
are totalled up and the top three are announced.  The person with the most
wins the five hundred bucks, and everyone gets an equal share of the
five-dollar entries collected."

"Sounds fun," J.P. admitted.  "I'm sure some of the guys in the contest end
up with a few dates after that."

"Probably," Kyle grinned.  "I know Chance and I had several offers last
month and were busy for a couple hours down in the Cell'r later on.

"How many guys enter?"  Troy asked.

"I think there's space for 12.

"Okay, I'm in," Troy said.  "Sounds like fun.  When's the best deep throat
competition?"

"Every night in the Cell'r," Kyle joked. "But they do have a best penis
competition as well.  Usually Tyler wins the 500 bucks for that.  Hang that
big cock through the hole, and even limp he gets tons of votes.  On round
two where they get the guys hard, it's almost unfair that he's even allowed
to enter."

Chance laughed.  "I'm not sure why anyone else even bothers.  Tyler keeps
claiming he's straight, but I know for a fact he fucks at least six guys a
night at the club now.  I think a lot of the guys pay him to try it.  It's
like a competition for bragging rights that you can take 12 inches.  He
should have his own wall of fame."

"I can see that.  Maybe they pay 50 bucks to try him out and if they get
all the way down, they get a t-shirt.  I rode the Tyler 12!"  Kyle laughed.
If they don't, they get an `At least I tried' participation ribbon.

"Or if they make him cum, they get a bonus ride next week," I added.

"You know if you tell Tyler these ideas, he'll probably go for it.  Talk
about a money-making venture.  He'd be a millionaire by the end of the
year," Chance grinned.  "I'm guessing we'll all want a t-shirt?"

"Do we get one retroactively, or do we have to go again?"  I laughed.

"I actually have one of Justin's t-shirts.  It says I've been in the Grand
Canyon," Colin joked.

"That's a non licensed product.  I'd never approve that!  The only one I
approved is the `World's Deepest Cave. Cum and check it out!"  But speaking
of Tyler, I know we've all ridden that pole.  Question is, who could take
it and who couldn't," I said smirking at them all.

"I could take it," Blake bragged.  "Invite him over...or...you could let me
go to the club with you."

"Yeah, still a hard no!  You'd get everyone there arrested, fired, and the
club shut down."

"But what a night it would be for all you guys, hanging with the most
popular guy in the club.  19," he grumbled.  "Stupid rules."

We texted Jason, and he and Alex said they'd join us.  Malcolm looked after
the boys during the weekdays, and had most weekends off, so Blake agreed to
babysit, and our night was planned.

I have no idea why we spend so much time getting dressed to go to the
Slam'r, as we usually end up taking most of it off anyway.  If we're not up
in `Here' getting laid by a few hot guys, then we're down in the Cell'r
banging the hell out of a group of drunk horny ones, or out shirtless on
the dance floor working up a sweat and drooling over the other boys nearby.
Tonight we're sticking our asses through a hole in the wall.  Like I said,
why do we spend an hour getting ready?  One shot on the bidet, a shower and
bottle of lube, and we're out the door in my mind.

We did make an entrance though.  We used the stretch limo to arrive at the
club, and as usual there was a line up to get in, even on the VIP side.  I
think I like this part where everyone wonders who we are as we sail past
the doorman and security without hesitation.  I mean, I'm sure most of the
guys know who we are by now, but it's still fun to watch newbies stare at
us.  I saw a lot of new faces as we entered, and I quickly logged all the
cute ones that I wanted to get to know better.  No better place to find
fresh meat than the Slam'r, and with liquor in them, even the nervous ones
became easier to take home.  I still have a rule about not doing the really
drunk boys, especially since that got me into trouble before, but lately I
found that I wasn't as judgemental about crossing my previous lines on who
to have sex with.  Some rules I understand, but others make no sense,
especially if the boy is horny and willing.  Like the age one.  If they
know what they want, and they ask someone older to teach them, isn't that
how society should be?  Elders teaching the younger generation.  It's a
time-honoured tradition, and I was doing my part to keep it alive.

We picked a good section of the club with enough seats for all of us, while
Jason secured us a place in `Here' for later, and went to ensure we all got
into the competition for tonight.  With only 12 spots, we'd have eight of
them, so the odds of one of the family taking home the trophy, or whatever
it was we got, were in our favour.  Troy was sure he'd win, but I think the
guys were all excited to see how the votes would come in for Jason,
J.P. and myself.  How many guys would think one of us was better than the
other?

We had a few drinks and danced a lot, giving me the opportunity to meet
plenty of new boys.  One guy looked at me like I was an alien when I said
hi and asked his name. He gave me a dirty looked and flipped me off before
he left with his friends.  I found out from Jason that he'd already met the
guy and taken him in a bathroom stall.  No wonder I got the finger.  He
must have thought I was a player.  I'll fix that later when I get J.P. and
Jason on the dance floor with me, and make sure he's in our line of sight.
Then we'll take him up to `Here' and give him a triple dose of manners.  It
wasn't long before those of us in the competition were asked to go to the
stage where a wall had been set up behind the curtain.  We had a choice of
just dropping our pants or taking them off completely before sticking our
asses through the hole.  It was big enough that our entire ass could go
through and have plenty of it seen.  All of us agreed that it would be more
fun if we just took our pants off so we could spread our legs a bit.  I
think that pleased the guys helping with the competition, and also added a
bit of peer pressure for the other four guys that had joined us.  They all
smiled when they saw J.P., Jason and I.  We'd chosen to stand side by side
so that our asses would be all together.

"You guys are identical, I take it?"  One of the guys with a great bubble
butt asked.

"Who me and Troy?  Nah, he's just my kid brother," J.P. replied trying to
be cute about it.

"I meant those two guys.  Are you triplets?"

"Never seen them before in my life," J.P. said shaking his head with a
smile.

"Even if I don't win, this should be interesting," the guy said as we all
took the opportunity to check each other out before the competition.  We
invited them to join us for drinks afterward, regardless of how this ended.
The four guys agreed, each of us wishing the others luck.

We got into position and shoved our butts through the hole and bent over
slightly.  There was a metal bar in front of us that we could hold onto,
which made it much easier to stay in position like that.  J.P. and Jason
were to my immediate right, with all the rest of our group to their right.
On my left were the other four that we didn't know yet.  I looked at the
guy to my immediate left.  "That's a seriously nice cock.  Do you also
enter the penis competition?"  He had one of those long cocks when it was
limp, making it look really inviting.  At least inviting to another gay
guy.

"Yeah.  I actually won a couple months ago.  That's why I figured I try
this tonight.  See if my ass was as good," he grinned.  "I might have some
stiff competition though, looking at all of you."

"I think the stiff competition would be more appropriate for the penis
competition," I joked as I reached over and took hold of him.  "Good size
nuts too.  How big is it when you're hard?"

"Seven.  You?"

"Eight and a half," I replied confidently as I let go of him.

"Wow.  Nice.  Same for your brothers?"

"Yep.  That's also identical.

"Sweet.  Do you fool around together?"

"I can't reveal that, but wanna get together later and find out for
yourself?"  I asked as I pushed my hand under his shirt to feel his chest
and perky little nipples.

"Sounds like a plan," he nodded.

"I'm Justin."

"Leon," he said as we shook hands before he reached over and pulled my cock
up to feel it.  I mean if we're going to all the effort of finding out each
others name, we at least have to check out cocks too, otherwise we might as
well be straight.

"Are you pimping us out?"  Jason asked as he looked over at me.

"You sound like that's unusual," I grinned.  "Jason, J.P. this is Leon.
Leon, my spare parts, J.P. and Jason."

"Nice to meet you," Leon replied acknowledging them

"Spare parts?"  J.P. asked.

"Sure, if I need a liver, kidney, or heart transplant.  Boom, you guys are
right there with identical parts."

J.P. just raised his eyebrows. "Well since I was the first born, you're
technically my spare parts.  Just so we're clear."

"Looks like you guys get along well," Leon remarked, smiling.

"Actually, we do.  I couldn't imagine life without them.  By the way guys,
we're fucking Leon later."

"Sounds good to me," Jason acknowledged.

"And just because we're not part of the Triple J's we're not invited," Troy
remarked pouting slightly.

"Uh, of course you are.  We'll need a cum dumpster for Leon.  We can't have
him making a mess all over the floor."

"That's hot.  I'll introduce you to my friends later.  Sounds like we have
the making of an orgy.  You guys in too?"  He asked looking along the line
on both sides.  The other three that we didn't know agreed, and the rest of
our group nodded their acceptance.

"Looks like we got ourselves an orgy," I laughed as the host of the event
opened the curtains and we heard cheers and whistling from the guys.  The
rules were explained as our asses were shown off.  Although we couldn't see
what he was doing, I figured it out when he got to me and I felt a hand on
my ass patting me slightly before pulling my cheeks slightly apart,
obviously exposing my hole.  We heard loud cheering and whistling with each
introduction.  We heard him tell the guys to drop their voting chip into
the box with the number of the ass they really liked the most.  I was
expecting at least 70% of the votes.  I'm confident like that, but let's be
honest if I wasn't up here with J.P. and Jason, my vote would have to go to
Troy.  He wasn't kidding earlier that he had a great ass.  Colin would be a
very close, and I'm talking photo finish, second.

Once the first round was over, we heard the host say we'd take a
five-minute break before round two and the rules of that were given.  They
pay five dollars and could come up on stage and check out the ass they
liked more closely.  They were allowed to squeeze the cheeks, rim or finger
us, but not allowed to reach between our legs to play with our cock.

"I'm gonna end up so hard the second someone rims me," Leon said as we
stood up stretching as soon as the main curtain was closed.

"Really?"  I grinned.  "Maybe you should bend over right now so I can get
started."

"Mmmmm, being fucked is better."

"Deal!"  I laughed as we were told to get ready for part two.

It began quickly with someone almost instantly sticking their face into my
ass crack, as I pressed hard against the hole in the wall.  From the moans
and reactions of the other guys, I'm guessing I wasn't alone.  About ten
minutes in, I'd had so many pokes, licks and prods at my ass that if I were
a social media site, I'd be trending right now.  Leon had reached over as
he was being used, and put his hand on my back.  At first, I thought he was
just steadying himself, but when he pushed my shirt up and pulled it over
my head, I realized that maybe he was getting a bit more into the spirit of
the thing.  He grinned as he looked me over and reached out to tweak my
nipples.  I was the only one fully naked behind the wall, and thought I
might have been the horniest one there right now.  I was proved wrong a few
seconds later as Troy cried out.

"Oh shit!"  He said partially standing up letting us all watch as he shot
his load without touching himself.

"That good huh?"  Jason chuckled.

"Fucking lizard tongue," he said panting slightly.  "I dunno who that is,
but he's gotta come home with me tonight."

"I wanna try a lizard tongue guy," I complained.  I looked at Leon and true
to his word, he was hard, and I wanted it.  Not sure I'm limber enough to
keep my ass in the hole and lean over far enough over to suck him off, so I
just reached out and took hold of him.

"If you keep doing that, I'm gonna be next to blow my load," he warned.

"Hmmm, I dunno if that means I should keep going so I can see it, or let go
so you're extra horny for when I fuck you later."

"I'd wait if I were you.  I'm worth it," he grinned.

"I'm so horny right now, I'd probably only get part way in before I'm
blowing my load.  Do you top as well?"

"Guess you'll figure that out when I have your legs over your head," he
grinned.  Like I said, I like the Slam'r because of the sexy boys all with
wild hormones in overdrive.  The half hour of finger probing and rimming
ended and the host closed the competition.  He announced we'd be back with
the results in ten minutes.  The curtain closed and we all got to stand up
again and stretch.

"That was so fuckin' hot," Chance said as he dropped to his knees and
quickly sucked Kyle's erection.  He wasn't the only one horny as almost all
of us were fully hard, and by standing up we had a chance to see each
other.  I went and pulled Leon's shirt off so that I wasn't the only one
naked, which only encouraged the other three I didn't know to remove their
shirts as well.

"Damn, I'm thinking we should just get on the with the orgy right now," I
grinned as I looked them over.  If they all had a few friends, or
boyfriends with them, this was going to be an epic orgy tonight.

"We have to wait until they announce the winner," Leon said trying to ruin
my idea.  "But as soon as those curtains close..."

"I hear ya.  I hope you're good with a fast spit fuck."

"I can't wait," he grinned, which I think made the other guys we didn't
know, even more horny than I felt.

We were told to get back into our positions so the winners could be
announced.  In third place was one of the guys I hadn't met yet, followed
by Troy in second.  That surprised me as I'd have easily picked him for the
winner.  I've been in his ass many times, and trust me it's worth the five
hundred bucks...each time!  The winner was number eight, which meant Colin
had won.  What?  I was married to the guy with the best ass!  Lucky me!  I
mean he could easily have won best abs and pecs, or face, or that `V' shape
above his crotch, or nicest fingers and toes, or cutest dimples, but ass?
Okay, fuck...he's as perfect as I knew he was.  Let's see him win a best
dick competition up against Tyler.  That should knock Mr. Perfect down a
notch.  And here I thought everyone just wanted Colin because he was a
billionaire.  Now I know it's because he's hot!  Fuck off bitches...he's
mine!  But I share.

The competition was over and I was somewhat disappointed that I hadn't
placed in the top three at all.  We asked the host how the three of had
done up against each other, and while he said they never revealed the
scores except for the top three, he did say that the three of us were
within 10 points of each other.  We managed to get him to tell us that
J.P. had beaten both Jason and myself.  I didn't bother to ask if I'd
beaten Jason as that would really upset me to know I had the least
attractive ass of the three of us.  I was kinda bummed out...no pun
intended...well, maybe a little bit of pun intended.  But I wouldn't be
sticking my bum out again to be judged.  Talk about a boner killer.  Maybe
it's over.  My youthful ass is all done, never to be fucked again by a hot
boy.  I need a drink to bounce back from this devastating loss.  I should
demand a recount.

"I guess I'll have to stick with the penis competition," Leon grinned as he
stood in front of me after the curtains had closed.  He hadn't won anything
on this game either, but he seemed okay with it as he dropped down in front
of me and began to play with my dick.

Colin came over and put his arm around me.  "Sorry babe, but look on the
bright side.  You'll be able to fuck the best ass of the night later," he
said kissing me.

"And I can't wait," I replied, kissing him back.  "I already knew the rest
of you was perfect, now I have proof your ass is too.  Do we get a plaque
for the office wall or something?"

"No, but you get the honour of riding it whenever you want," Colin said
putting his arm around me as we looked down at Leon, who was now fully
engulfed on my dick, sucking like he had only moments to live.  If he'd
done that before the announcement of the winners, I probably would have cum
in a few seconds.  Now I was a little less enthusiastic.  I can't imagine
how upset I'd be if I found I was last.  I'd go home and never get naked
again.  I can see why they don't tell everyone how they finished.  They'd
have to have suicide counsellors standing by.  I pulled J.P. over, yanked
his shirt off and pushed his cock towards Leon, who was more than happy to
take the better one of the Triple J's into his mouth.  I grabbed my shirt
and pants and got dressed.  I heard J.P. grunt and turned just in time to
see him holding Leon's head as he climaxed.  I'm gonna line up a few
hundred guys to fuck both him and Jason; then let's compare again.  I'll
bet I win between the three of us after that. So much for identical
triplets.  This is where I snort my disapproval and stomp off.  Colin got
his money and immediately gave it to Jason to put towards the club charity
of the gay version of meals on wheels, Loving Spoonful.  I know we already
donate a lot to it, and it's for a good cause.  I agree that no gay guy
should ever go hungry, but then I believe that no person should ever go
hungry.  The only difference feeding gay guys is that we probably have
extra meat and protein in the deliveries.  In my mind that makes sense.

Once the guys were all dressed again, we invited them up to `Here' for a
few drinks.  The four guys that weren't part of our group said they'd never
been to `Here' before as it was still a very exclusive lounge.  We told
them to each bring one of their friends along too.  I think they were
impressed by what they saw, starting with the waiters in their hot black
short shorts.  As usual there was at least one table that had their waiter
on the table doing shots off his belly button, or dipping his cock in
something so they could suck it dry.  As I see it, it's a bit backward in
`Here' as compared to other waiter jobs.  Here, getting a tip isn't enough,
you want the whole shaft!  Getting shafted at a regular bar, means the
waiters get nothing.  See...backward.  The Slam'r never forces the waiters
to work in `Here' as not everyone wants to provide that level of personal
service to wildly horny guys.  But there's never a shortage of well-hung
waiters lined up to be promoted to the exclusive club.  I'm sure they get
tired of it after a while, but considering they probably make more money in
one night than the main waiters make in a week, they can usually put up
with the groping, probing and other assorted interest in them for a while
before moving back downstairs.  Of course, the rule is once they ask to be
taken off the `Here' schedule, if they miss the money, and think they'd
like to go back, they have to go back on the waiting list.  We got one of
the new guys that I didn't personally know, but his eyes drew me in long
before the rest of him did.  They were that steel blue, almost fluorescent
type of eye that overpowered everything else about him.  I had no doubt
that they shine even in a blacked-out room.

"Good evening.  My name is Kayden and I'll be your personal service
specialist this evening gentlemen.  Our promotional drink tonight is the
ballermaker served in either a pitcher or pint.  The body shot tonight is
vodka served with lemon and sugar, and our drink to share is the rum punch,
served either in mouth or glass.  What may I get you gentlemen to start?

"Ummm, I have a question...or two..." one of the friends asked.  "First,
did you say ballermaker or boilermaker?"

"Ballermaker.  We serve the microbrewery beer of your choice on tap and you
pick someone from your group to join you.  You put his balls into your
drink and enjoy, or the alternative way is to put his entire package in
your drink and then remove, licking the balls dry to get the full effect."

"That could take all night to drink just one beer," Troy laughed.

"Could we dip everyone's cock in it?"  Alex asked.

"It's up to you how you serve your drink," Kayden smiled.  "I've seen it
done as many different ways as you can imagine.

"Are you available for that part?"  Troy asked.

"Of course.  Whatever you need."

"And second, what do you mean that the rum punch is served in the mouth?"

"We pour a double shot of the punch, and one shot of the rum into one
mouth.  That person shakes his head and can either drink it themselves or
point to someone and give the drink to him," Kayden explained.

"That's pretty hot," J.P. grinned.  "I'm doing that one.  Some of you are
gonna be seriously fucking drunk!"

"I think we should start with 16 body shots first," Colin grinned with all
16 of us agreeing. "We'll decide which bodies when you get back."

The rest of us also ordered a variety of the other drinks.  I saw some
amusement at the idea of the rum punch, and of course the ballermaker was a
popular choice.  I can already see all of us going home with cocks that
smelled of beer.  Kayden left to get the drinks and we quickly decided that
Colin would be the one to have the first few shots sucked off his body
since he was the winner of best ass.  It would be a sprinkle of sugar on
the chest, suck the shot out of his belly button and then suck on the lemon
held in his mouth.  We're gonna be so fucked up by the time this night is
over.  I hope I don't pass out before I get into Leon's ass, even if he
didn't win the best butt competition.  I already heard the other guys
talking about Colin's win, and I had a feeling he was going to be the ass
of choice tonight.  Always nice to hook up with a winner...not a loser, who
came in at best, fifth.

Kayden returned with the drinks and set them down for us.  Everyone was
eager to get at Colin, so he took off his shirt and lay on the table.  He
planned on leaving his pants on, but we insisted he take them off in case
they got wet.  I think it was maybe because he looked so much hotter in
just his underwear.  Anyway, he can't be shy, he's had his pants off for
the past hour with his ass through a hole in the wall.  Unusual for him, a
regular night for me.

One by one, the guys all did their shot and when it was Colin's turn, he
chose me to lie down.  He did his shot and as I went to get up, I was
pushed back flat on the table again by Jason.  "Time for the rum punch," he
grinned looking at Kayden.  The punch and rum was poured into Jason's
mouth, and he shook his head to get it all mixed.  I love my drinks shaken,
not stirred, so this was ideal.  He grinned at me and put his hand on the
sides of my jaw and squeezed to indicate that I should open my mouth.  He
leaned over and let the punch run out of his mouth into mine.  The other
guys cheered as I accepted it.  J.P. went next to do the same thing.  Fuck
me!  If I have to swallow 16 shots of rum, I'm gonna need paramedics.
Wait, we have a paramedic with us...Alex.  Never mind, I'm fine then.  I
repeated my performance by accepting J.P.'s drink and then sat up.  I said
that it was someone else's turn.  One of the other guys, who we found out
after introductions was Bryce was told by his boyfriend that he should go
next.  While Bryce barely looked 19, more like 16, his boyfriend,
introduced as Kevin, was easily in his mid thirties and built like a
football player.  He towered over Bryce and had a good fifty pounds on him,
maybe more.  Bryce pulled off his shirt and pants and lay on the table to
await his drink, probably expecting a rum punch.

"I'll show you how to do a real man's drink," Kevin said as he pulled off
his shirt, exposing his torso which was all muscle from neck to waist.
Shit he was built.  I feel like a twig compared to him.  He moved to the
end of the table, yanked Bryce's shorts off and tossed them aside, leaving
him completely naked on the table.  We'd already seen him without clothes
downstairs, but when a naked boy is laid out on a table, no one is going to
complain.  "Grab the pitcher of beer," Kevin said as he straddled the table
and pushed Bryce's legs up so that his boyfriend's ass was up in the air.
"Now slowly pour it on his ass," he directed as he moved his face close to
Bryce's crack.

Leon gently tipped the pitcher forward and as the beer ran out, Kevin
sucked hard and took the beer as it pooled up in Bryce's upturned hole.  He
motioned for Leon to stop after a few seconds.  "Who's next?"

I think all of our hands went up, causing a lot of laughter.  Kevin stayed
where he was to hold Bryce upright and then one by one we all sucked pools
of beer out of his ass.  Damn.  That is a fun way to drink beer.
Especially when you have to lick the last drops from his rosebud.  That's
what we should call it.  Rosebud draft.  Kevin repositioned himself and
used his fingers to pull Bryce's hole open a bit further, and when Leon
poured a little more beer into the hole Kevin shoved a finger in letting
the beer drain into his boyfriend.

"I hate to see him not a get a drink too," he laughed.  He stood up, fished
his cock out of his pants and without warning or hesitation shoved it right
into Bryce.  His cock looked like it also went to the gym, as it seemed to
have as many muscles as the rest of him, and it was extremely thick.  I'll
bet that sucker could bench press fifty pounds by itself.  He suggested
Leon might want to pour another shot if anyone wanted one.  J.P. got to him
first and sucked the beer up, licking Kevin's shaft and Bryce's hole at the
same time.  This beer had everything you could want!  Kevin let a couple of
us try it before pulling out and wiping Bryce's ass dry with some cocktail
napkins and letting him sit up.

"I should go drain the beer out," Bryce grinned as he pulled on his shorts
and shirt and headed off to the bathroom.  I'm almost surprised no one
volunteered to go with him.  We played a few more rounds where guys dipped
their packages into the beer and had them licked dry, but it was making our
pants wet, so we didn't continue that for long.  Colin convinced our
waiter, Kayden, to drop his shorts and stir the beer, which gave us a nice
opportunity to see his package.  If he could serve that on a cocktail
napkin, it would be one very popular appetizer.  I was beginning to get a
little drunk, as I usually do in `Here' with all the drinking games, but I
wasn't too drunk to notice Kevin follow Troy to the bathroom.  They took
their time getting back and when they did, Troy looked like he'd been
sweating heavily.  I reached around to slide my hand into the back of
Troy's shorts, but he stopped me before I got too far.

"My ass is a bit sore right now," he replied looking at me as he took a sip
of his beer.

"That's what I thought.  How was it?"

"Nice.  At one point he had me lifted off the floor as he ripped me a new
one."

"Did he cum?"  I asked.  Not sure why that was important, I just wanted to
know.

"No idea, but he sure knows how to fuck," Troy replied.  "It may be a few
days before I can use my ass again, but I think I've found the kinda man I
Iike."

"Nice.  Way to go, little brother," I smiled as I fist bumped him.  We
didn't do a lot more before we all headed downstairs to dance.  I think
standing up when your drunk just makes you even more drunk.  Leon came over
to me after we'd been dancing awhile, or in my case flailing around in a
drunken haze, and leaned in to my ear.  "You still owe me a fuck," he
grinned.

"That is so true!" I agreed nodding.  He took me by the hand and pulled me
off the dance floor to head downstairs to the Cell'r where he took me to
slightly secluded area next to the glory hole wall.  "Now we fuck!"  He
grinned.  I was to drunk to object.  You know how I get when I've had
alcohol in me, I'm a bit of a slut.  Also, when I don't have alcohol in me.
Basically, whenever I'm awake...or asleep.

He pulled out a tube and put it up against my nose and told me to inhale
deeply.  I figured it was probably poppers, so I took a deep breath.  He
blasted a shot of something up my nose, actually surprising me, as I hadn't
expected powder.  My whole body went warm and I felt a bit giddy.  He
snorted some of his own before putting it away and we began kissing.  I was
almost disappointed that there was no rum punch to swap between us.  He put
his hand under my shirt and I trembled slightly as I felt his bare hands
running over my back.  When he reached around to pinch a nipple, I think I
almost came.  I was extra sensitive.  Leon pulled his shirt off and threw
it over the top of the nearest partition before spinning around and
dropping his pants.  I guess that was my cue to fuck him.  I grabbed lube
out of my pocket, unfastened my pants and whipped my dick out.  I prepped
both of us before aiming and entering him.  It felt strange going in, as if
someone had added extra sensors to my penis, but I think the one-eyed
trouser snake could see better, and was looking all around inside his ass.
I could almost see the walls of his entire bum with my eye.  I grabbed his
hips and began to fuck him.  He was moaning and jerking himself off as I
did it.  I jumped slightly when I felt a hand on my back, and I looked back
to see that a guy had come up to us.  He was about late 20's or maybe early
30's, coulda been 40 for all I know.  He just smiled as he watched me.

"Yeah, fuck his ass, baby.  Give that big cock to him," he encouraged.  I
always appreciate being encouraged, and since I hadn't won best ass or
greatest triplet, I needed some positive reinforcement.  My brain said to
just do what I was being told and I fucked harder.  The new guy beside me
lifted the front of my shirt up and put it over my head locking it behind
my neck so that my chest was exposed.  He leaned in and began sucking on my
nipples as my cock kept exploring Leon's cave hole.  I almost giggled when
I saw my penis wearing a hard hat with one of those little lights on it
looking around in the cave.  I didn't even know penises could wear hard
hats.  Helmets...sure!  Raincoats, okay...Hard hats with little
lights...not so much.  The guy playing with my nipples stopped, and they
immediately felt wet and cold.  He went behind me and yanked my pants down
to my ankles and started licking my hole in a frenzy.  I think he had a cat
tongue or something as it felt like each lick had a thousand tiny spikes to
drive me crazy.  His hand went between my legs and played with my balls.

"I love this cock.  You're so hot, Jason.  Fuck that tight pussy.  Keep
going until you get him pregnant," he said kissing my ass cheeks in turn.
Wait, did he just call me Jason?  Figures.  That's just the kind of night
I'm having.  I saw his other hand come around in what looked like slow
motion, and grab Leon's cock.  He took over jerking him off as he played
with my balls and kissed my ass.  I hope this guy voted for me.  I know
what I should do next time.  I'll show up in my assless underwear and
campaign in them.  Let everyone see my ass ahead of time and then they'll
know who to vote for.  That's the problem.  I didn't get out to get their
vote.  I should knock on doors and show off my ass.  That's the ticket!
I'll go door to door tomorrow to get started for the next election.  I was
still doing great at fucking Leon, and the way he was moaning, I think he
was enjoying it too.  Maybe that's the competition I should enter.  Best
fucker of the night!  The guy behind me stood up and pulled my shirt the
rest of the way off and dropped it on the floor.  Gross!  Does he know
what's on this floor?  I may have to burn that shirt now, and it's my 19th
most favorite shirt.  He pressed against me and wrapped his arms around my
chest to play with my nipples again.  He leaned in to talk directly into my
ear.  "You're a hot little bitch, Jason.  Tight body, big fucking cock and
balls, nice sweet pussy.  I'll bet you're a weekender, aren't you?"

"What's a weekender?"  I asked trying to concentrate on all these
compliments, which was helping my fucking immensely, or not, who can tell
in situations like this.  I think my whole cock was tingling, not to
mention my body temperature was like I'd been dialed up to furnace.  I
might singlehandedly be heating the entire basement.

"It's a hot piece of ass that can go all weekend without stopping.  Is that
you, baby?"

"That's totally me," I said trying not to brag at all.

"I thought so," he remarked as one hand left my chest, and I felt his cock
rubbing up and down my ass.  It took very little time before I felt it
searching for my entrance and in one thrust, he was inside me.  I don't
know whether I got lubed up or not, but my mind thought it seemed like he
was on a rescue mission.  His cock was in my cave looking for my penis lost
in another cave.  I didn't have the heart to tell him he was searching in
the wrong area.  His penis wasn't that thick, but it sure felt long.

I almost giggled to myself when I saw another penis come to join the search
team.  It poked its head through the hole in the wall and looked around.
Leon bent over further to say hi to it.  I guess everyone wanted me to
succeed in my mission.  I fucked harder and deeper, while the guy in my ass
did the same.  Suddenly Leon stood up as the penis in his mouth disappeared
from the hole in the wall.  He cried out as his penis exploded white gold
all over the place.  I think someone may have cheered.  I'll check to video
replay, `cause it might have been me.  I'd done it!  I'd hit a vein of
gold...or is that...my vein hit gold...whatever.  Yay me!!  My penis
cheered all by itself and spewed confetti into the cave.  Okay, fuck it, I
came in him.  No confetti at all.  The guy behind me grabbed me harder.

"So hot!  I can feel you pumping your load.  Fill that little cunt up with
your baby makers!"  He encouraged.  Uhhh, hello!  A little late for that.
I've already cum.  He grunted, and thrust hard into me and held himself
there for a few seconds before pulling out.  I hope his little penis helmet
light wasn't out of batteries.  He slapped me on the ass.  "Thanks for the
fuck boys.  Catch you around next time."  And just like that, Hottie
McPokie left.  Those search and rescue guys.  Once the job is done, they're
off to their next mission.  Leon moved forward and spun around to kiss me
again.

"Thanks Justin.  That was hot.  That's such a great cock.  Hits all the
right spots," he said.  "Told you it'd be worth the wait, didn't I?"

"Yep.  It was definitely worth it alright," I agreed as he took hold of me
and gently stroked.

"Your boyfriend is one lucky dude," he remarked, kissing my neck.

"Who's my boyfriend?" I asked confused.  I don't think I have one of those,
do I?

"Colin?"

I giggled slightly.  "Oh, he's my husband, not my boyfriend," I corrected.
Whew, that was close.  I thought I had a boyfriend I didn't remember.  I'm
way to drunk for deep intellectual conversations like this.  Leon ran his
hands gently over my body and it felt as if he was electrified as I tingled
at each spot he touched.  I'll call him Power Man?  Electro Hands?  Tingle
Finger?  I'll work on his superhero name later.

"Your husband?  Shit!  I had no idea.  Sorry."

"No need to be sorry.  I married him on purpose `cause I love him," I
replied.

"No, I mean I'd have never asked you to fuck me if I knew you were
married," he explained.

"Why not?  Married guys are allowed to have sex too," I justified.

"Doesn't he mind?"

"No, I'm pretty sure he's cool with it.  We fuck lots of guys.  I think I
do more than him, but that might just be because I'm younger and he's busy
a lot."

"Thank god.  I could just see him coming down here to beat me up or
something."

"Nah, if anything he would have just joined in."

"Good to hear.  Maybe next time we can all get together and have some fun.
Your brothers and your husband.  Now that would be a party."

"It is.  I mean I live with all of them, so it's more like a regular day
around our house, but we like to party too," I replied helpfully nodding.
My head felt like it had gained twenty pounds as I was finding it really
difficult to keep it upright.

"Cool.  Well we have each other's numbers, so I'll get in touch.  I should
get back up there," he replied as he got dressed again.  "Here's another
bump to keep you horny," he added as he put the little tube thing back to
my nose and told me to inhale as he shot another blast of powder up into
me.  That is such a weird type of popper, but it sure works.  He kissed me
and ran off.  I picked my shirt up off the floor.  Despite it being dark, I
used my new super eyesight to check it out.  It seemed reasonably okay so I
went to put it back on, my pants still around my ankles.

"What's the rush, baby?"  Some guy said as he came up and ran his hand down
my chest.  I shuddered again.  What?  Does everyone have these electric
hands now?  Are they passing them out somewhere as a party game?  "I was
hoping you'd be here again this week.  Wanna give me another great blowjob
like last time, and I'll let you slide your ass over it when you get me
nice and hard?"  He took my shirt and flung it over the top of partition.
What is it with people tossing my shirt away tonight?  He put a hand on my
shoulders and pushed me down to my knees.  Is it just me, or has the
distance to the floor gotten way further than I remember?  Maybe they're
using a special blowjob floor now that I didn't know about.  I can't think
about things like that right now, I had another mission, so I shrugged and
fished out his cock.  I almost giggled to myself as I thought we were
supposed to throw back ones that weren't big enough.  I could get into
serious trouble with the fishing warden, or whatever he was called, if I
ate something that small.  Plus, it was one of those hairy fish.  Not one
of the puffer type.  I sucked him off anyway as I was hungry, and those
appetizers sometimes help your stomach stop growling so loud.  I had barely
started before he lifted me up and spun me around.  I bent over and waited
for my fuck.  I think he went in, but I had to look back to make sure.  He
seemed to be making the right motions, so I'm guessing he was doing it.
Another penis came through the hole in the wall, so that grabbed my
attention pretty quick.  I like it when they serve snacks at these
self-serve windows.  I reached out for it and pulled his balls through the
hole too.  I don't like only having half a snack.  I happily sucked him off
while the guy behind me spent to next minute thrusting up against me, I
assumed he was still fucking.  He leaned in a minute or so later and kissed
the side of my head.  "Thanks sweetie.  As good as last week."

As good as last week?  Have I been here an entire week already?  Wow!  I
wanted to turn to tell him he was welcome, but I was busy with a culinary
treat, which exploded in my mouth a short while later.  I guess I'm not
timing this quite right because as I kept bent over, someone else came up
behind me and rubbed my back.  I looked back and smiled when I saw it was
Tyler.

"Hey!" he grinned.  "Sorry, I know this'll sound rude, but which triplet
are you?"

"The best one, duh!"  I replied, standing to give him a hug.

"Right, J.P., then?"  he joked.  He better be joking.  I've had enough of
being third banana tonight.  Mmmmm, I need a banana.

"Justin, asshole!" I grinned.

"I just thought I'd ask.  J.P. was down here last week and I thought he was
you.  He'd never been able to take me before, but I think he was so wasted
he didn't even know it was me."

"I know it's you.  I normally can't talk with that monster banging up my
throat from behind like that."

"Funny."

"Where are your pants?"  I asked looking down at his big swinging cock over
his low hangers.

"In the locker.  What's the point down here?  I no sooner get them up
before someone pulls them back down.  When you got a foot long between your
legs, everyone wants to play with it."

"Are you just giving that thing out, or have you got around to letting
people fuck you yet?"

He laughed.  "No, still straight.  Just pounding some boy pussy when I need
it.  You?"

"Still gay.  Letting straight boys pound my boy pussy when they need it," I
giggled.

"Too bad I didn't catch up with you sooner.  I just finished nutting in
some newbie.  I think his eyes were bigger than his ass.  He's gonna be
walking funny for a couple weeks after the fuck I just gave him."

"Ty man, every guy walks funny after you've been in them.  Kyle said you
should sell t-shirts that say `I rode the Tyler 12."

"Fuck!  I love it.  Would you be okay if I did that?"  He asked eagerly.

"Might as well dude.  We don't have a panda pending on it.  Drop by the
house sometime when you need to nut into someone better than a newbie."

"Awesome.  Did you just say panda pending?"

"Yep.  Where you register new ideas so no one can steal them."

"I think you meant patent pending," he grinned.  "You're so wasted."

"Yeah...that one." I agreed.  "You gonna fuck me?"

"Maybe later when I get horny again, but it looks like the guy approaching
is gonna."

I turned my head slightly to see a guy in his 30's lubing himself up as he
walked towards up.  He grabbed my hips, pulling me back slightly and
inserted himself.  "Hey boys!  Nice night for it."

Ah, the international gay greeting.  Vulcan's have the `live long and
prosper' hand thing, Hawaiian's have Aloha, gays have this.  I'm glad I'm
gay.  Now what if I were a Gay Vulcan living in Hawaii?  Ka-pwooooggghhh!!
Blows the mind!!  I'm not sure what a nice night has to do with anything,
but I was sure getting a lot of people sending greetings to my ass.  Tyler
leaned in.  "If you wanna rim me, I would mind that," he said.  I nodded
and he turned around and let me bury my face in his ass.  It was big, like
his cock, so I had lots to play with.  The guy fucking me left, which I
thought seemed rude, since it was a nice night for it...apparently...but
another guy replaced him, so I wasn't too unhappy.  Tyler suddenly stood up
and turned around.  I guess he liked my rimming, as he was fully hard.  Now
that thing is no snack.  That's a full two-person entrée.  Actually,
it's more like a multi course meal.  He put it at my lips and I let him in.
I really had to focus, which when you're this trashed is hard to do as
everything is out of focus.  I'm pretty sure his cock went down the wrong
hole and entered my lung as I was having trouble breathing.  Shit, I hope
someone is recording this.  I'm sucking a 12 incher right down to the
balls.  I'm in a league of my own here.  I reached up and grabbed Tyler's
hips and pushed him back and forth as I worked that massive piece of meat,
all the while being fucked non-stop by one guy or another.  This was
totally making up for my ass loss of earlier.

Tyler pushed my head back slightly running his finger through my hair.
Wow, even my hair is electrified.  This is wicked cool.  "Take a deep
breath buddy, I'm gonna cum in you," he warned.  He better not shoot some
of the popper powder up my nose when I inhale.  I think I'm powdered out
for now.  I took a deep breath and he pulled my head firmly back down on
his cock until my nose was buried in his pubes.  He held my head, and I
couldn't breathe at all, but I didn't have time to think about that as he
shot his load directly into my stomach, bypassing my mouth, throat, and
that tube that goes down to your stomach.  I think his penis was right down
in there already.  He let go of me as soon as he was done and pulled out so
I could breathe again.  I wiped my mouth and stood partially up.

"Dam, you're good," Tyler grinned.  "I mean lots can take my cock up their
ass eventually, but very few can deep throat the python."

Oh god!  I deep throated a python?  Shit!  Call a vet.  Is this how you get
a tape worm?  Tape snake?  Whatever.

"My cock loved being that deep inside you," he added, which calmed me down.
Whew.  "I don't normally do this, but you earned it," he said as he lifted
my head and kissed me.  "We gotta hang out more.  I could totally go gay
for a guy like you.  I should run, buddy.  Have fun."

"Later," I said as I watched him leave.  That's a super great compliment.
A straight boy saying he'd go gay for me.  I felt all warm and fuzzy
inside.  Well, warm for sure.  I think the fuzzy part might be the pubes of
the guy banging against my ass.  I waited for him to finish and pull out.
He slapped me on a butt cheek with a thanks and left.  I quickly grabbed my
shirt, pulled up my pants and raced to the bathroom.  I had a few loads to
drain out or I was gonna make seriously annoying sloshing sounds on my way
home.  I still think I should have won best ass tonight.  How couldn't it
win?  It gets more riders than the London Underground.  I stumbled upstairs
to find the guys, and as soon as I saw them sitting in our area, I bounced
over and plopped next to Colin.

"Hi honey, baby!"  I said kissing him and grinned.

"Are you wasted?"

"Like a fox!"  I nodded.

"That doesn't make sense at all," he replied.

"It does so.  I had tons to drink, ergo, I'm drunkish."

"And from the look of the white powder around your nose I'm guessing you're
a little stoned too.  Doing cocaine now, are we?"

"No!  It's just powdered poppers," I replied honestly.

"Not a thing.  I'm guessing you did coke.  Feeling a bit strange?"

"Feeling wicked hot and cool!"

"Hot and cool...at the same time huh?  Maybe we should get you home and let
you sleep it off.  Dude, don't get into cocaine.  That shit isn't good for
you," he said putting his arm around me and handing me a bottle of water.
That's stupid.  I already washed my face.

"I think I'm pretty much a superhero now or something.  I make all guys
fingers like electric when they touch me."

"Yeah, someone's stoned," Kyle laughed.

"No way!  One of yous is stoned?"

"Yeah.  You," Alex laughed as he looked into my eyes.  I think he's trying
to hypnotic me with his stare.

"Someone probably just needs some sleep," Troy added.

"And some more fucking.  That always helps me sleep.  No one is better at
fucking than me are!"

"Than me are?"  Kyle laughed.  "Shit, he's trashed."

"No way!  You're not putting me in the trash.  Just `cause I didn't win
best butt contest, and I'm not even as good as Jason and J.P., doesn't mean
I should be trashed.  I'm gonna do lots of ass exercises.  Tyler even said
he'd come over and work my butt off."

"Did he say work your ass off, or fuck it off?"  Chance laughed.

"I'm not sure, but it was about my ass, I know that!"  I nodded as I took a
drink of the water Colin had now opened for me.  "Want some?" I asked as I
handed him the bottle.

"I'm good thanks," he grinned pushing it away gently.

"You're the bestest!" I added.  "You're the best ass in the world.  You're
a perfect asshole," I giggled.

"Yeah, he's done.  I should take him home," Colin said to the guys.  They
all agreed it was time to call it a night and we made our way slowly to the
exit, and into the waiting limo.  I love how it's just always there when
you need it.  I lay half over Colin and Jason and looked up at them.  "Hi!"

"Hey.  How about you just close your eyes and relax for a bit," Colin
suggested as he rubbed my head gently.  It felt like he was petting me.  I
think I like it.

I awoke to find myself in bed and the sun shining through the window.
"Shit, that must have been some night, I don't even remember getting home."

"You passed out in the car, so we carried you to bed."

"And who stripped me?  Hmmmm?  Did you take advantage of me when I was
out?"  I teased.

"Several times, but it's not like you woke up to complain about it," Colin
smirked as he hugged me.  I wonder if he did use me.

"Fuck do I have a headache, and my throat feels like I swallowed a barb
wire fence post."

"Tylenol and water are on the beside table, and just gargle with salt water
to help your throat."

"Thanks," I said as I took the pills and downed the water.  I lay back down
waiting for the ride to stop as it was making the whole room spin.

Colin lay down beside me.  "Are you still stoned?"

"Stoned?  No, I don't think so.  I was stoned?"

"Yeah.  You did coke."

"Shit.  That was stupid, but I think I remember my whole body feeling
amazing.  Did we have an orgy?"

"Nope.  You went down to the Cell'r and had fun, but when you came up you
were in need of sleep, so we headed home.  I don't recommend coke as a
regular habit."

"Of course not.  I don't even do pot that regularly."

"You were pretty funny though.  You looked at J.P. and Jason and said they
looked just like you."

"No, I didn't."

"Yeah, you did.  You said you had a better ass though despite what anyone
else said."

"Oh god.  I'm so gonna need to apologize, aren't I?  I guess my days as
king are over now, huh?  You are the best everything in the whole world,
and I'm not even the best bum in the Triple J universe.  I think I'll just
lie here until the next life begins."

"Stop it.  You have an incredible ass and there isn't a day goes by where I
can't wait to play with it," Colin said stroking my hair.

"Awww, thanks babe!"  I grinned as I turned over to kiss him.

"You might want some mouthwash before you kiss me," he laughed.

"That bad, huh?"

"Let's just say you're not at your freshest."

"Squeeze the melons and you'll see just how fresh I am," I said as I turned
over and wiggled my ass at him.  He slapped it and pulled me to the shower.
Rude.  I still had a hangover.  Let's just say I didn't do a lot during the
day.  Mostly lying down hoping that the throbbing in my head would soon go
back where it belonged...my penis.  See what I did there?  Blake was WAY
too loud for today so I sent him off to go play with someone.  I didn't
really care where he went as long as it wasn't here.

Later in the day someone knocked on our front door, so Colin went to answer
it.  I heard him laugh moments later before he yelled to me.  "It's for
you, Justin."

I got up and went to the door and stopped in my tracks and gave the same
laugh Colin had.  Darcy and Layne were standing there, completely naked,
with erections, holding hands.  "Hey guys.  Looks like you two are excited
to be here.  Are those for me?"  I joked.

"I told Layne about your rule of leaving clothes at the door.  He got a
boner doing it, which gave me one," Darcy explained as I invited them in.
"But we were hoping we could maybe hang out here for a bit."

"You're welcome here anytime, especially if you need a place to spend time
with each other.  Why don't you guys go up and use Blake's room.  He won't
be home for a while yet, and even if he did, he wouldn't object to you
being in there.  Go have fun.  Oh, and guys, if you ever want privacy feel
free to just go around and use the treehouse whenever you want.  You have
the gate code so you can come and go as you please."

"Really?  That'd be wicked cool.  It'd be like our own tiny apartment,"
Layne said excitedly.

"Like living downtown, without the outrageous rent," I laughed.  "If you
need a bathroom while you're out there, you can always use the one on the
pool level."

"Thanks.  You guys are the best," Darcy said as the boys moved to go
upstairs.

Colin put his arm around me.  "Surprised you're not going up there to offer
guidance."

"They want to be monogamous.  They deserve privacy with each other.  Which
reminds me.  Adam, please text me if you see any movement in the
treehouse."  The ding sounded and Colin laughed.

"So, the interesting news of the week is Adrian told me he's engaged."

"Really?  To who?"

"His girlfriend.  Who knew," Colin said looking mildly perplexed.

"I thought with all the sex the two of you were having, he was as gay as we
are."

"I thought so to.  I've watched him get his prostate worked hard by several
guys when he's been for a massage.  He never mentioned a girlfriend at all
until today."

"Maybe this is his way of saying he doesn't want sex with you anymore.  Are
you getting boring babe?"  I joked.

"With this award winning ass?" he teased.  "I don't think so because he
asked if I'd be his best man.  Right before he took off his clothes and
bent over my desk for a good hard pounding."

"Wonder if his fiancé knows how best of a best man you really are.  But
if she needs references, I can vouch that you're my best man of all time!"

"I asked him whether she knows he's having sex with guys, and he said she
has no idea.  She thinks she's his first.  That seems like it's going to be
a marriage doomed to fail, but I never told him that."

"Does that mean you'll have to find a new toy to play with during the day?"
I teased as we moved back to the great room.

"No.  I think he'll still want fun at the office, especially once he's
married and the sex slows down."

"Does sex slow down when you're married?  Shit, if the sex we're having now
is less frequent than when we were dating, we must have been at it
constantly.  Or does this mean if we were still just dating, I'd could have
been getting laid more often?"

"I was referring to straight marriage babe.  Gay guys always keep the sex
going.  If it slows down at all, we just throw a third person in to spice
it up."

"I knew that," I grinned.  "Unreal.  Adrian is getting married.  All I know
is that he is going to have one wild bachelor party.  Will you have female
strippers at it?"

"I'll ask Adrian what he wants, but my initial plan is to take a page out
of your party book and have an orgy for him.  I was thinking we could have
an `end of your life, doomsday apocalypse' thing."

"Nice.  That could be fun.  We'll put Adrian in a ball & chain and boss him
around.  Show him what life with a real wife would be like."

Colin laughed.  "I'm guessing you'd be okay helping with the bachelor
party?"

"You know it.  When is the wedding?"

"They haven't set a date yet, so it could still be a year away."

"Lots of time to plan something insane for him.  Maybe bring him home after
work sometime to discuss ideas.  We can maybe do it over a nice gang bang."

"Or feel free to stop by the office one day.  I'm sure Adrian wouldn't
object to us sharing him while we discuss plans."

"Deal.  Then I can get a nice massage while I'm there."

I was gonna relax with my computer, but I couldn't stop wondering how the
guys were doing upstairs.  I thought about turning on the camera to watch,
but at the moment that seemed a little creepy, and a lot impersonal.  I
figured I should go check on them in person.  I wandered upstairs to
Blake's room and quietly entered.  Layne was the first to see me and
smiled.

"Now that's a hot position," I commented as I moved to the bottom of the
bed.  Layne was standing with his back against the headboard, squatting
like he was on an invisible chair.  Darcy was lying on his back underneath
him, propped up by several pillows which raised him high enough to have his
face buried in Layne's ass.  He kept backing off a bit to be able to
breathe, but then was right back into the crack.  Both boys were hard, and
standing looking at them, was an amazing sight.  I honestly couldn't help
myself as I opened Darcy's legs and climbed onto the bed to suck him off.
I know.  I know.  The monogamy thing, but since when does that apply to me?
It's so overrated.  Actually, according to Justinpedia monogamy was
invented by ugly straight people, who were thankful to have gotten just one
person to be interested in them.  They justified their lack of variety by
calling it monogamy.  From there the term caught on, and other straight
people used it to justify their lack of sex.

I sucked Darcy off hard and fast, but finished him by hand so that Layne
could see his new friend busting one out.  Layne moved off Darcy's face and
quickly knelt beside him.  He grabbed Darcy's head and pulled it onto his
hard wet cock.  It didn't take many thrusts before he was grunting a load
into Darcy, who coughed and choked at the surprise gift.

"That was hot boys," I said when they'd finished.  "Looks like you two are
getting along really well.  Have you been having a lot of sex?"

"Not as much as we'd like," Layne replied.  "Mostly it's because our
schedules don't match up.  When I'm busy, he's free and vice versa.  Then
if we're hanging out at each other's houses, we can't do anything in case
our parents catch us, or hear something they don't approve of."

"It makes the sex we do have pretty hot though," Darcy said as he sat up
and wiped his face.

"I guess that's true," I nodded.  "Have you settled into regular roles yet,
or still flipping back and forth? "

"We both like everything, so we flip back and forth.  We both like being
fucked, although I think I like it a little more than Darcy," Layne
bragged.  Is bragged the right word for that?

"And the monogamy thing?  How's that going?"

Darcy laughed.  "It goes great considering we barely are able to find time
for sex with each other."

"Yeah, we're pretty monogamous...well, except for when we're over here.
We've had a full conversation with Blake and J.P. about it, and they said
they think it's great that Darcy and I are monogamous.  Of course, they
were fucking us while they said it.  I don't think anyone here actually
knows what it means," he chuckled as Darcy nodded his agreement while
smiling.

"I'll speak to them and let them know," I assured.  "I think it's important
for you guys to have time to yourselves to build your relationship."

"Says the guy who just blew me, and is still fondling my balls," Darcy said
staring at me.

"Sure.  I mean monogamy is the right thing for you, but it shouldn't
exclude others from joining in when you're horny."

"What exactly do you think monogamy means?"  Layne inquired as he lay next
to Darcy.  I think he was trying to get some hand action of his own.

"Easy.  Mono means one.  Gamy means smell or stink, so monogamy is one
stinks.  You're into that, so it's cool.  We join in to help one on one sex
stink less."

"Would you believe that monogamy stands for sex with only one person?"
Layne said as he tried to educate me.  Me, a University scholar.  A genius
in my own mind.  A billionaire...adjacent.

I laughed.  "That's not a real thing.  But it's okay, I've been vaccinated
against the monogamy.  Blake has too, so he'll be fine joining in with you.
No fear of him catching it."

"Yeah.  Layne and I were talking about that," Darcy said.  "We figure being
monogamous will be a good thing if we ever come out to our friends, but
when we're over here, we're cool having sex with you guys too.  Just not
all the time as we want time just to ourselves as well."

"Makes sense.  What about if only one of you is over here?  Like when Blake
and Darcy are doing karate and end up in the shower.  Are you gonna be okay
if sex happens?"

"Yeah.  We talked about guys we're okay with the other one doing," Layne
replied.  "We figure anyone who lives here is fine with us."

"That's a pretty short list," I smirked.  "It's almost like being
monogamous."

"Mine is a bit different, because it includes Uncle Steve's parties.  That
usually ends up being a lot of guys sometimes."

"I don't think I'd be cool with that kind of party, so I wouldn't go to
them.  That's why it's okay if Layne goes without me," Darcy explained.

"And I'm okay with Darcy doing anyone over here," Layne explained, and
suddenly their lists had grown dramatically.

I laughed.  "So Layne can have sex with anyone at his uncle's place, and
you can have sex with anyone here?  And if you're both over here, would you
be fine if we all gang banged you?"

"I would," Layne replied eagerly, then added, "As long as Darcy was with
me."

"Good decision.  Work on being each other's best friends first.  Once
you're comfortable knowing as much as possible about the other one, then
make some new friends who are maybe more open minded than the ones you
have.  After that it's just a short walk to be able to conquer orgies and
gang bangs."

"What's the difference between an orgy and a gang bang?"  Darcy asked
looking confused.

"An orgy is everyone having sex with everyone else.  A gang bang is where
you're the one everyone has sex with."

"Oh.  Which do you do," Layne?"

"I've been to both.  Lots of times it's a gang bang where I'm passed around
until the guys aren't horny anymore, but other times it's everyone on
everyone.  Especially if it's lot of guys our age at the party."

"Oh.  Yeah, I don't think I'd like that.  It's tough enough with three
people," he reasoned.

"You'll figure out what you like and don't like as time goes on.  For now,
just enjoy the new relationship.  I'll leave you guys to it for now."

I left them to make out and cuddle, or whatever they were going to do, and
went back downstairs.  Blake arrived home a short while later, and I
intercepted him before he headed up to his room.

"Just so you're not surprised, Darcy and Layne came over a couple hours ago
and I let them use your bedroom."

"That's cool.  Was it so they could have sex?  Darcy said they were having
trouble getting time alone."

"Yeah.  You okay with that?" I asked somewhat redundantly.

"Of course.  Are they still up there?"

"Yeah."

"And did you go up to help them with their `privacy'?" He asked using air
quotes.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"  I smirked.

He leaned in to sniff me.  "Yeah, you did them.  You smell like sex."

"Uhhh...that's my new cologne.  It's called `Gaylure'.  Made with the cum
and pheromones of a thousand virgins."

"Bet they weren't virgins after they came," Blake chuckled as he snuggled
up against me to watch the video I had running on the laptop.

"Aren't you going up to see the guys?"  I asked surprised that he wasn't
flinging clothes off and running upstairs.

"Not right now.  They need their privacy and I'm a little tired."

"Are you okay?"  I asked.

"Sure.  I just went and hung out with the Junior Q all day, so I'm a little
exhausted is all.  There were these two new guys that just joined, so
everyone wanted to say hi to them.  Once that started, everyone got more
horny watching the new guys getting boned.  It kinda got away from us and
next thing we knew we were having an orgy.  I've been ridden hard and put
away wet," he said resting against me.

"Like I'm guessing it wouldn't take much to get that going every time you
guys hang out together."

"Nah, but it started out with the new guys, who are required to be naked in
the club until we initiate them.  Once someone started eating their asses,
it just kinda ramped up from there.  Our counsellor tried to get us to
stop, but we all jumped on him and pulled his clothes off too.  He acted
like he was trying to fight us off, but I don't think he was trying too
hard as we all ended up making him cum."

"No wonder you're tired," I said shaking my head.

"Yeah, but it's a good tired."

"I can see why you're not in the mood to go join Layne and Darcy.  I just
hope you're not being so aggressive that you hurt the new guys.  You're
more sexual than most boys and with a cock that size, you have to be a
little more patient."

"Dad.  The only one who needs more patients is doctors.  The rest of us can
just plow away.  Speaking of doctors, it's a real shame, and you may not
have heard.  One of my teachers is cross-eyed and she got fired."

"For being cross-eyed?"  I asked frowning.

"Yeah..." he said shaking his head thoughtfully.  "She couldn't control her
pupils."  He broke out laughing.

Damn it.  He got me again with these jokes of his.  "And what does that
have to do with a doctor, since you said `speaking of doctors...?"

"Nothing.  I just didn't have a doctor joke handy.  I didn't just go to the
JQ today, I stop off to get some bees."

"Bees?" I asked.  "Since when do we need bees?"

"I asked for twelve but he gave me 13.  I didn't want to cheat him, so I
mentioned it.  He said `that's okay, it's a freebie.'"

"Oh brother.  Your jokes are getting worse."

"Thems fightin' words, Dad.  "You better stand back.  I've got a scrabble
hand grenade.  If it goes off it could spell disaster."

"I think we're gonna start medicating you," I teased.

"About time," he chuckled.  "What do you get when you change an elephant
into a cat?"

"No idea," I replied.

"A cat!" he giggled insanely as if he'd just told the world's funniest
joke.  I wonder if they're serving pot brownies at the Junior Q now.
"While I was out, I was thinking that we should sell the vacuum."

"Do we even have one?"  I asked trying to think if I'd ever seen it.  I
think the housecleaners bring them.

"Yeah.  They just collect dust," he laughed.  I give up.

He did eventually run off to see his friends, and it was only an hour later
that they headed off somewhere together.  He seemed to have gotten over
being tired very quickly.

It was a couple weeks later when we got a call from Colleen early in the
morning, almost before my coffee had kicked in.

"We've had a development," Colleen said as Colin and I took the in the
office for privacy.  Why is it that a `development' in a situation never a
good thing?

"What sort of development?" Colin asked.

"The Campbells forced our hand in court and petitioned to adopt Jimmy,
citing reckless endangerment if he was allowed to live with homosexuals."

"Wow!  They actually went through with that?"  I asked surprised, but not
surprised, if you know what I mean.  "What happened?"

"As expected, they lost, and made the situation easier for us, but harder
for Jimmy.  The judge sided with the ministry, and in fact scolded the
Campbells for their court challenge antics.  I used the information you'd
given us about the boys living with their uncle half the year, on and off
for weeks at a time.  What they do with their own son is fine, but it
violates the foster parent rules, regardless of anything else.  The judge
ordered Jimmy be returned to the ministry for another placement, and denied
their application to adopt."

"Oh my God!  Those morons and their bigotry.  The last thing we wanted was
to affect Jimmy, and his foster brother, like this.  If they'd only been
open minded, this could have gone so much less dramatic.  We would have
been more than happy to let Jimmy transition to us slowly so he could
understand the whole thing.  What happens next?"

"The Campbells said they aren't going to abide by the court order to let
Jimmy be removed, as they plan on appealing.  They vowed to continue to
fight on."

"You're kidding?"

"I wish I were.  We're heading over with the police this morning to enforce
the court's decision.  It's the last thing we wanted, as Jimmy has been
through enough, but they've unfortunately put us in a difficult position.
We also obtained a protection order against Mr. & Mrs. Campbell so that
they can't attempt to take him back."

"Do you think they'd try that?" I asked concerned.  I'd have to remember
those lock down code for ADAM again.  I already changed my laptop password
from `password' to `notpassword', and we should maybe restock the panic
room.  We haven't installed the gun turrets, or got the tar boiling yet,
but we can work around that.  The moat is almost done.  We just have to dig
it, fill it with water and alligators, and maybe pour a layer of oil on top
to burn in case we need it.  Mostly the alligators should be enough.

 "We don't think they'd be that foolish, but with the church pulling their
strings, offering advice and providing legal help, anything is possible.
The reason for my call is to ask if you'd be ready to take Jimmy as his
foster parents today?"

"What about the court order they have against us?"  Colin asked.

"Not binding.  Since Jimmy is to be returned to us, we are legally
obligated to find him a new home, and since you are blood relatives and
approved foster parents, with our provincial mandate, it would be almost
impossible to justify sending him somewhere else.  It would also be
detrimental to his healing to bounce him around several foster homes until
we've dealt with the Campbells court challenges."

"We'll need a couple hours to pull Blake out of school.  He should be here
for Jimmy's arrival to make it easier."

"I'm sorry that this is the way we're beginning, but perhaps in the long
run, a clean break is for the best.  They've really left us with no choice
anyway.  How about we plan to bring Jimmy over at 2pm?  That'll give you a
few hours to prepare things at your end."

"That'll be fine," Colin said.  "We'll be ready for him at 2.  Do we need
to be concerned about anything from the Campbells?"

"We hope not.  We're removing them from future foster parent consideration,
and we'll be informing the school of the change first thing in the morning
so that they can't pick him up.  I'll be in touch with you as soon as we
have Jimmy with us."

We hung up and I looked at Colin.  "Those fanatical religious assholes!
All they give a shit about is themselves and not the welfare of the boy
they claim to care so much about.  God, I hate religion, and those that
hide behind it to fuck the rest of the world over.  I'm glad that Blake and
Jimmy are getting along so well, but this type of forced relocating may do
more harm than good in the short term.  I hope Jimmy doesn't resent us for
taking him from the people he sees as his parents.  I feel sorry for Layne,
too.  He's going to be the one to remain behind while the parents go off on
an anti-gay crusade, no doubt trying to pull him along with them."

"I honestly wonder how they'd react if Layne told them he was gay?"  Colin
replied.

"Maybe now would be the perfect time to tell them.  In their minds they've
already lost one son, maybe fear of losing a second one, their real son,
would shock them back into the real world."

"I doubt it.  They'd probably send him for gay conversion therapy."

"Isn't that illegal?"

"Not yet, but they're working on it.  It is in Vancouver, but still legal
in BC and the rest of Canada, but hopefully not for long."

"If things get bad for Layne at home, he could always petition the courts
to become emancipated, just like Kyle did.  Do that before he says anything
about being gay.  Right now, we should focus on our immediate situation."

"You want to text Blake and tell him we'll pick him up in half an hour?"
Colin asked.

"Done," I said as I got out my phone and sent the text with a 911 after it
to let him know it was urgent.

`911? wtfih,' he texted back.

"wtfih?"  I asked, showing it to Colin.

"What the fuck is happening," he translated.  You almost need an acronym to
English translator.

`will explain when we pick u up,' I texted back.  I was going to text
`wewwpyu' but figured he might not have the advance version of the
translator...that I just designed in my head.

 We wasted no time ensuring that we let everyone else in the house know as
well, and recommended they not all rush home to overwhelm Jimmy, so he
could adjust to his new situation.  Kyle and Chance said they'd stay at the
penthouse downtown tonight, and Troy agreed to stay low profile as well.
Ben said he wasn't going to be home until bedtime anyway, and
J.P. suggested he could stay at Jason and Alex's tonight.  We have such an
amazing family, with a new addition just hours away.

As we pulled up to the school to get Blake, he was pacing around at the
curb as if waiting for election results to come in.  He jumped in the car
and immediately began talking.

"What's going on?  Why is it a 911?  Did something happen to someone?"  He
asked before he'd gotten his seatbelt fastened.

"Everyone is fine, but we got a call from child services," I revealed.

"About John?" He said as he stopped moving, concern instantly visible all
over his face.  "Is he alright?"

"He's fine, but they're bringing him over to live with us in a couple
hours," Colin told him as we pulled out to head for home.

"Oh my god!  Oh shit!  We have to get a room ready.  We should get him some
clothes, and toys, and buy some better food for him.  He likes grilled
cheese and orange crush soda.  Drive faster Dad!"  He said beginning to
hyperventilate.  "Holy shit!  This is like the most epic day ever."

"Blake, take a breath.  Just for the record, it was a pretty epic day when
you arrived home," I said turning to look at him as I explained the story
so far.  "Right now, John is going to be very upset at the way he's had to
be removed from his home, so be a little calmer when he arrives okay?  It's
exciting for you to have him back, but it'll be traumatic for him since the
only memories he has are from the past three years."

"I got it.  I know you guys were pretty good when I was first hauled over
and chucked in the front door, so I'll be calm."

"No one hauled you over and chucked you in the door.  If I remember, you
hid behind Colleen peeking out from behind that long wavy hair and big
green eyes, holding your polar bear as if it had your life force in it," I
said smiling.

"It felt like it.  I was being given to strangers who were gonna eat me."

"I don't think we planned on eating you," I said, and when I saw his face
break into a stupid grin, I added "not a word.  Not one word!"

He giggled.  "Come on!  Run those lights, put these horses to good use.
Floor it!"  He said looking at Colin.

"If we die in a crash before we get home, how is that helpful?"  Colin
replied back looking at him through the rear-view mirror.

"You shoulda got a police escort.  They do that for people ya know."

"Not for this they don't," he said.

"Ok boomer," he said sitting back and shaking his head.

Boomer?  I'm a millennial.  Holy shit...Boomer?!  These Gen Z's are so
entitled.  Always thinking they know better than everyone else.  Nothing
like it was back in my day.

"It's cool that John is coming home though, huh?  What should I call him?
I mean his name isn't Jimmy, it's John."

"How about you call him Jimmy for now, and we'll see if we can't work him
over to John at some point," I replied.

"That's not very good shrinking, Dad.  You're gonna beat him up until he
thinks he's John?"  Blake smirked.

"What?"

"You said we'd work him over," he giggled.

"He'll be very upset when he arrives, but he liked you when you've hung
out, so that should make it a bit easier transition."

"Dad...he's not transitioning.  He's relocating.  You gotta learn modern
speak or everyone will think John might have been a girl.  Don't worry
though, I'll be there to help him deal.  I can take him swimming, play on
the trampoline, let him checkout the treehouse.  That's a cool place if he
needs to have alone time.  Since it's a no parent zone."

"Who said it's a no parent zone?"  I asked.

"Everyone knows that.  Treehouses are only for kids.  We can play video
games and go bowling, and maybe we should go shopping to buy stuff for his
room.  Which one are we gonna give him?"

"How about we let him choose?  Colin suggested.  "The best one is the room
beside Kyle and Chance.  It has its own bathroom, and not only has the king
bed but a set of bunk beds too.  He might like that one."

"Or he could pick the one across the hall from my room.  It's the closest.
It doesn't have a bathroom, but he could use mine.  We always shared when
we were kids, so he probably won't mind.  Could we paint and put up better
wallpaper for him though?  Those two rooms are kinda boring."

"That's because they're guest rooms.  But sure, we'll decorate any way he
wants.  We could even put a door in to the bathroom next to it if he wanted
to be that close to you.  Personally, I'd pick the treehouse as it's the
farthest from you, but that's just me," I smiled.

"Very funny.  Think he'd wanna stay in my room?  I'd be okay with that too?
Then we'd have our own personal balcony and hot tub."

"That hot tub isn't part of your room.  It's part of our room, no matter
how many times you sneak down to use it," I reminded him.

He just smiled.  "Okay, we'll let you use it when you want.  What time is
he arriving?  I should get a shower and change into good clothes, and make
my bed, and clean up my dirty socks and underwear and stuff.  I don't want
him to think I'm a slob."

"This day is looking up already," I said, teasing him.  His room was never
really a big mess anyway, but if it meant he'd keep it even cleaner, what's
the harm in that?

We barely stopped the car before Blake jumped out and rushed into the
house.

"I really hope he can calm down when Jimmy gets here," I said to Colin, who
agreed.

"We'll remind him, but I'm sure he knows how to handle himself."

"I had an idea.  Why don't we pull some of the cool cars out onto the
driveway?  All kids like sports cars so maybe it'll help cheer him up," I
suggested.

Colin agreed.  "I'd only do one or two though.  Just to grab his attention
as I'm sure he'll be upset.  While you're doing that, how about I go the
grocery store and get some varieties of ice cream."

"Don't we have any?"

"I'm sure we do, but I'll get a big selection to make sure we have his
favorite."

"Good idea.  We'll bribe the kid into happiness with ice cream and cars.
You should stop by the shelter and borrow a dozen puppies too," I joked.

"You think they'll rent them out for a couple hours?" He asked with a
teasing smile on his face.  "You know Blake would want to keep them all if
we did that."

"True.  Although, he didn't even have time for his rabbit, Twitch.  Good
thing his cousins wanted him.  Anyway, puppies grow into dogs."

"Thanks Captain obvious," Colin joked as he got back in the car.  I kissed
him before heading inside, then realized I wasn't exactly sure if he would
be bringing home puppies or not.

I checked the spare rooms and they were all acceptable for Jimmy to pick
one.  I finished outside Blake's room, so I went in to talk to him.  He was
still in the shower standing under the spray not moving.  "You just hoping
the water is gonna sand blast off the dirt?"  I asked teasingly.  He looked
up and his eyes were red.  "You okay, buddy?"  I asked concerned.

"Yeah.  It's just pretty important that I don't screw up, Dad.  John is
coming home and I want him to be okay and remember me, and look up to me
like he used to."

"Hey.  Come here," I said having him move out from under the water, and
pulled him into a hug.  "The best thing you can do for John is to be
yourself.  Don't push him to remember your past life until he's ready, but
don't stop being you when you're around him.  You've done well the last
couple of times you've been together.  Be his friend for now.  The brother
thing will come back, especially now that he has you to focus on."  As I
hugged him, I realized that pulling a wet boy against me while I was fully
clothed may not have been my smartest idea.  I reached for a towel and
wrapped it around Blake as I led him out of the bathroom to get dressed.

"What's gonna happen with Layne?"  Blake asked as he pulled on his clothes.
"Is he still going to be John's brother as well?"

"Here, sit down," I said as I sat on the end of his bed.  He sat beside me
and I pulled him against me.

"Dad.  You're all wet and I just put clean clothes on," he complained.

I laughed, and pulled off my shirt before pulling him back against me.
"Layne is a complicated case.  His parents don't know he's gay, and I'm
sure they'll forbid him from coming over here because we are."

"That doesn't seem fair," Blake replied.

"I know.  I have no doubt that Layne will still want to come over to see
Jimmy and you, but at the end of the day, John is your real brother.  It's
important that you and he form that bond again.  We'll take it one step at
a time."

Blake looked at me and batted his big green eyes, much like he used to do
when he was first hauled over to us and chucked in the front door...  It
sent me back there in a split second, and I think I wanted to hug him
tighter right then.  "Dad.  It's not Layne's fault all this happened.  I
think he should still be allowed to be part of John's life if he wants to."

"I think that's a really mature attitude, Blake.  For now, I think we limit
contact until John settles in and accepts this massive change in his life.
Maybe you can invite Layne over once a week when you feel it's okay.  It'll
give John time to get used to you, and all of us, but still not cut off his
past life entirely."

"That's smart, Dad.  I know I bug you about being a shrink and stuff, but I
think you'll be a good one.  Of course, I'll deny that if anyone asks me."

"Of course."

"Dad?  Will you promise that you'll love John just as much as you do me?"

"I promise.  Maybe even more, considering we now know how you turned out,"
I joked.  "We can learn from those mistakes."

"Ha ha, very funny.  But can I tell you something, Justin.  My Dad.  I mean
my first Dad.  He told me that I was John's big brother and it was my job
to protect him.  I didn't do a good job of that when we had the fire, but
now that he's back, I'm gonna look after him.  I won't let nothing else bad
happen to him ever, and I'll defend him with my whole life."

"That's the way a brother should be.  And we're all here to help you with
that too."

"Okay, but sometimes me and you are gonna yell about stuff if I think
you're being too mean to John.  Just so you know, okay?  Anyone that tries
to hurt John is gonna have to answer to me first."

"I see that already with how you stick up for James and the twins when we
go places.  I wouldn't expect less for your brother.  I'm really proud of
you, Blake."

"Thanks Dad.  Uhh, Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I finish getting ready now?  I gotta do my hair and brush my teeth and
stuff.  You should probably get ready too.  Like put dry clothes on.  I
know I'm just the kid, but maybe next time you hug someone who just had a
shower, you should wait until they get dry first," he chuckled.

"Noted."  He stood up and headed back to the bathroom as I returned to my
room to get ready.  I felt almost as emotional as Blake at this point.  The
last time I felt like this was over three years ago when Blake first showed
up.  I was so nervous that I was going to screw up that I was almost sick.
Now, we're about to do it again.  I wonder if that breathing into a paper
bag thing really does help?  Colin returned with what looked like an entire
ice cream factory.  Blake and I both helped him bring in all the food he'd
bought.

"Who's all this for?"  Blake asked as we put the dozens of containers into
the freezer.

"I wasn't sure what flavour Jimmy might like, so I bought them all," Colin
remarked.

"Oh, he likes chocolate chunk, but I think he'd like any ice cream.  If he
doesn't, I'll eat it, don't worry."

"I wasn't really worried.  I picked up a Spiderman bedspread for one of the
beds.  Thought it would make it look more inviting.  They didn't have a
king size one, so we'll put it on the lower bunk bed.  I bought a red duvet
for the king bed and a plain blue one for the upper bunk.  Going with the
red/blue theme.

"Good idea, Dad.  All boys like Spiderman.  If it's not his favorite, could
we still buy him a different one if he wants?"

"However he wants to decorate, we'll help him get it," he agreed.  I think
we all jumped a half kilometer into the air when the front gate buzzed.

"Oh shit!  He's here.  He's here!"  Blake said excitedly.  "Everyone stay
calm!  Don't freak out.  Check your zippers to make sure they're up.
Nobody have food in their teeth!  Oh fuck!  Everyone breathe!!  Pop a
breath mint!  ADAM, open the main gate!" He gave a loud breath of air as he
raced to the door like an Olympic sprinter.  Good thing he reminded us not
to freak out and stay calm.

Colin took hold of my hand.  "You ready?"

"As ready as I can be.  Brace for a tough day."  We made our way to the
door as Colleen pulled up.  Blake was the first one out the door with us
right behind him.  I put my hand on his shoulder to stop him racing to the
car as Colleen opened the back door for Jimmy.  He came out slowly as he
looked around.  Then saw Blake and a bit of a small scared smile broke out
on his face.

"Hi Blake," he said cautiously.  "Is this where you live?"

"Hi Joh...uhhh...Jimmy.  Yeah, it's our house," he said moving slowly
forward to greet him.

"How come it's so big?  My house isn't this big."

Blake turned to look at us as if looking for what to say.

"It's big because there's lot of things in it to do," I replied.  "Hi
Jimmy.  Welcome."

"Oh, hi Justin.  I have to stay here for a while `cause my parents are mad
at me.  They were so mad the police had to stop them from yelling.  I
didn't mean to do whatever I did to make everyone so upset at me," he said
sadly.  Almost in tears.

Colleen bent down to talk to him.  "Jimmy.  No one is upset at you.  No one
at all.  This is all just grown-up stuff because everyone wants to make
sure we do the best for you.  How about we take you inside so you can see
the house?"

"That's gonna take forever.  I dunno if I have that long.  I have to be
home for dinner by 6 or everyone will get even madder," he said looking at
her.

"Jimmy.  Remember what we talked about?  Blake is your real brother that
you've just temporarily forgotten about.  This is going to be your home
now."

"What about Layne?  He's my real brother too," he asked with concern.

"He is, but he's your foster brother.  Blake is your real brother by birth,
and hopefully one day soon you'll remember all the things you used to do
together, as much as you remember the things you and Layne do."

"Do you think Layne could stay over too?  It might help my parents not be
so mad if we both had a sleepover."

I gripped Colin's hand tighter as I really felt for the guy.  If he could
only get over his amnesia trauma, I'm sure this would be a lot easier.
"Once we get you all settled and things calm down, I'm sure we can find a
way for Layne to come over," I offered.

"Let's go in the house, shall we?"  Colin suggested as Blake led the way as
tour guide to his brother.

"Are you hungry, John...uhhh... Jimmy?"  Blake asked.  "We didn't have
lunch yet, but we were thinking of starting with ice cream, unless you
don't like ice cream anymore."

"No, I like ice cream.  Do you have chocolate chip cookie dough?"

"Yes," Colin grinned.

"Dad bought every type of ice cream they had, so we'd make sure we had your
favorite.  Wait `til you see how much we got.  If you wanna play ice cream
store later, we could even mix flavours and make a giant ice cream cone, or
build a sundae," Blake babbled as we headed towards the kitchen with the
boys running on ahead.

"How'd it go at the house?"  I asked Colleen as we held back a bit.

"Terrible.  The police had to physically hold them in the living room while
we went up to the bedroom to get Jimmy's belongings.  Then the Campbells
wanted to go through everything to make sure we weren't taking something
that didn't belong to him.  They tried arguing that the toys he had were
their property and not Jimmy's.  It was such a petty thing to do in front
of him.  I informed them that the ministry would reimburse the cost.  They
barely even said goodbye.  All they were interested in doing was fighting
back.  We made the right decision in my mind, but with no time to prepare
for what just happened, I'm afraid Jimmy is a bit confused, as you just
heard."

"I'm sorry it went this way.  It wasn't our intention for this to flare up
to this level," Colin commented.

"I know, and none of this is your fault.  But we're here now, so we have to
move forward in the best way we can."

"Let us know the cost of the toys and we'll make sure you get the money for
them.  I'll not have that be an issue to cause Jimmy stress," Colin said
quickly.

"Thank you, but not necessary.  I know you have financial resources, but as
it was with Blake, you will receive a monthly allowance for Jimmy, until
such time as he reaches 19 years of age, or is adopted.  What you choose to
do with that money is up to you."

"We'd do exactly with it as we did for Blake.  It'll go into a trust for
him when he's older.  Not that it'll be needed, but we understand the
rules," Colin replied.

We joined the boys as they were scooping ice cream into a bowl.  "Take it
easy Blake.  You don't want Jimmy getting sick with all that."

"Dad, you can't get sick from ice cream.  It's what you get when you ARE
sick," he reasoned.

"He's got a point," Colleen smirked.  "Is that the type you like, Jimmy?"

"Yes.  I never seen so much ice cream," he said sitting eagerly at the
table waiting for his bowl to be filled.

"Me neither," I smirked as I looked at Colin who just shrugged.  The rest
of us had a small bit as well, all choosing Jimmy's favorite to make him
feel like he'd made the best choice out of all the flavours.

"I think the first thing we should do before Blake shows you around the
rest of the house is to let you pick out the bedroom you want," Colin
suggested.

Jimmy looked at us.  "I guess so.  I have two bedrooms already though.  One
at my parent's house and one at Uncle Steve's."

"Well now you can have another one.  This one you can decorate anyway you
want.  You say what you'd want it to look like, and we'll get it changed
for you."

"Anything?  My Mom and Dad said I can't have pictures of certain stuff as
it's a sin, but I like Pokémon and Dinosaurs.  Are they okay?"

"Anything is okay.  You dream it up, we'll make it happen," I assured him.

"We could build you a dinosaur bed!"  Blake said excitedly.  "Colin got a
Spiderman bedspread if you want it."

"I like Spiderman," he nodded.

Blake grinned and gave us a thumbs up.  I guess we'd past his first test.
"There's lots of rooms to pick from.  Wanna go see?"

Jimmy nodded and the boys got off their stools and put their bowls in the
sink.  Blake actually surprised me by rinsing them and putting them in the
dishwasher, explaining to Jimmy how it worked.  I almost laughed when Jimmy
said he knew that, because his job at home was to fill and empty the
dishwasher.  That should complement Blake's job, as his was to make dirty
dishes.

We all went up the main stairs to the second floor, where Blake started the
tour.  "This is my bedroom," he said showing him.  "It's a bit of a mess
right now, but I'll clean up later."

I smiled as he looked at me grinning.  We both knew he'd actually cleaned
it up a lot for Jimmy's arrival.

"If this is a mess, you should be proud of yourself, Blake.  I've seen
boy's bedrooms before, and this is actually very tidy," Colleen assured
him.

"I like to be mostly clean," Blake replied as if it was no big deal.  "That
way I know where things are when I need them."  Oh, brother.  He was laying
it on thick.  Most of the time he barely knew where he was.

"Do you get punished for having a dirty room, Blake?"  Jimmy asked as he
looked in.

"No, but sometimes I get told to go clean it up, and bring my dirty clothes
to the laundry room.  We have a person who comes to vacuum, so I have to
make sure stuff is off the floor for that.  I don't want it sucked up and
lose it."

"I get in lots of trouble if I don't put things away when I'm done with
them," he revealed.  "Well, mostly at my parent's house.  My Uncle Steve
isn't so strict."

"Well we don't get into a lot of trouble for not putting stuff away here.
Well, sometimes.  Depends what it is.  I mean if we left a car out in the
rain without the top up, we might get our asses kicked."

"No one would kick anyone asses," I assured them.  "The same as you
wouldn't be driving a car until you had a license, so you wouldn't be able
to leave it in the rain."

"Right!  That!"  Blake grinned snapping his fingers and pointing at me.  We
crossed the hall.  "This is one bedroom.  It's nice because it has a big
window to see outside, and it's close to my bedroom.  It doesn't have a
bathroom though, but you could always run in and use mine.  We used to
share when we were little kids."

"We did?"  Jimmy asked staring at Blake.

I was about to interrupt to stop him revealing too much of their past so
quickly, but Colleen put her hand on my arm, and nodded at me, so I stayed
quiet.

"Yeah.  Mom and Dad had their own bathroom in their bedroom, but us kids
all shared one, so I don't mind if you wanna use the one in my bedroom."
We went to the second small bedroom, which Blake bluntly told Jimmy wasn't
a good room as it didn't have the window and was boring.  "The next room
shares the main bathroom, but you can get to it from the bedroom too.  It's
a cool room and it's bigger than the first two."  He opened the door to
show him and Jimmy's eyes went wide.

"Wow.  This is a really big bedroom.  It even has some couches and a big
TV," he exclaimed.

"And the bathroom is through there," Blake said showing him, getting Jimmy
to comment that even the bathroom was bigger than his whole bedroom.  "We
have one other empty bedroom, and it's the best," Blake said as he took
Jimmy across the hall to the next room.  He opened the door and we all
piled in.

Colin had put the Spiderman bedspread on the bunk bed and Jimmy's eye went
straight to it.  "I like this room!"  He said excitedly.  "How come it has
bunk beds?  Do other boys sleep in here too?"

"No.  The bunk beds are in case you wanna have sleepovers," Blake
explained.  "Makes it more fun than sleeping on the floor.  "I mean you can
have lots of friends over.  Two could be in the king bed and two more in
the bunk beds."

"Neat.  I wasn't allowed to have any sleepovers at my parent's house.
Uncle Steve always let us have tons of them."

I'm sure he did, I thought to myself.

"Well around here you can have tons of sleepovers if you wanted to," Blake
offered without checking to make sure we were okay with it.  We were okay
with it of course, but you'd think he'd check.  "This bedroom has its own
bathroom, and we could put some bean bag chairs in here, or a couch or
something if you wanted it.  It already has a big TV that you can hook your
laptop or iPad to if you want."

"I don't have any computer.  I don't even have a phone."

"We'll get you a phone and a computer.  You gotta be able to call us.
Gotta have a computer for school anyway.  Me and you could have our own
sleepovers and watch movies.  Which bedroom you want?"

"Ummm...I dunno.  I can stay in any of these?"

"Any one at all," Blake offered.

"Okay.  Maybe this one."

"Good choice!  We can put your stuff in here and I can help you decide how
to decorate if you want.  Wanna see the rest of the house?"

"Ummm...okay," he said quietly.

"Blake.  How about you run down to the car and get Jimmy's stuff out of it
first.  Let him catch his breath for a minute and check out his room."

"Good idea.  We can unpack everything, and maybe see if he needs any other
stuff."

"You want a hand, Blake," Colleen asked.

"No.  I got it.  Is the car open?"

She handed him the keys and told him that all Jimmy's stuff was in the
trunk.  He raced off and Jimmy took the time to check out the bedroom.

"You like this room, Jimmy?"  Colleen asked.

"Yes.  It's really cool.  How come the bathroom has two toilets?"

"One is called a bidet.  It's not actually a toilet.  Blake can explain
that to you later," I replied.  "Just make sure you remember that the one
with the water in the bowl is the toilet, and you'll be fine."

"Any thoughts on what you'd like to decorate with?"  Colin asked.

"Maybe Iron Man stuff?  But Spiderman is okay too," he said quickly as he
continued to look around.

"Great choice," I grinned.  "What's your favorite colour?"

"Blue.  That's why I like this room.  It's mostly blue already.  I never
had my own bathroom before.  I always had to share with Layne.  Which bed
should I use when I sleepover?"

"You can sleep in any of them, or all of them," Colin replied.

Blake dragged the two bags into the room and threw them on the bed.  "Wanna
unpack stuff?"  He asked.

"I think we can do that later, Blake," Colin suggested.  "How about letting
him see the rest of the house.  That way, maybe you two can figure out what
you want to do today."

"Okay.  Come on John," he said using his brother's real name, probably by
accident.  We followed them out of the bedroom as he explained all the
other doors.  "This is Kyle and Chance's bedroom.  Then Uncle's J.P.'s and
that's Ben's.  The room next to mine is our Dad's room.  That's the biggest
room.  It has a hot tub on the deck and a balcony that goes to my room.  We
get to use that hot tub at night a lot when we can't sleep."

"That's Blake's rule.  It's not really a thing," I corrected.

"It's a thing," Blake smirked.  We proceeded down the back stairs to the
kitchen.  "This is where we started before.  "I'll show you downstairs
first and then the back yard, okay?"

"Okay," Jimmy nodded.

"Blake, you two go ahead.  Your Dads and me have some paperwork to do for a
couple minutes."

"Right.  The bill of sale stuff.  I remember," Blake nodded as the boys
took off towards the media room.

Colleen laughed as he pulled a folder out of her bag.  "This is your bill
of sale for one John Tyler Jones," she chuckled. "He doesn't come with a
warranty, but if there's any damage, please be sure to let us know.  He
currently goes by the name Jimmy Campbell, and this contains all his
documentation, including your guardianship papers.  You have my number for
anything that might come up, and feel free to call me anytime if you need
help."

We were both listening carefully in case the bill of sale had any small
print we needed to focus on.

"The information contains as much as we know about him from his school, to
friends, likes and dislikes, etc.  It also has his medical history, which
you may need if he has to visit a doctor.  I truly hope that being here
with Blake will help his memory, and I recommend that you just let Blake be
Blake to talk about the past as much as he wants.  We may need to provide
counselling for him should the memories return, and that is available to
Blake as well to help him with the transition.  I'm sure both of them will
be fine for a while, but there is no doubt that Jimmy will begin to get
homesick, which could relate to a change in personality.  Blake may also
find himself becoming frustrated with the fact that the brother he knew
isn't able to remember their past together.  We're here for that when you
need us; and from experience, you will need us."

I assured her we wouldn't hesitate to keep her up to date on progress, both
good and bad.  "We want more than anything for John to get his memory back
so he can put the pieces of his life back together.  I had one question."

"Please."

"About Layne.  John is going to want to see him.  What's your thoughts
about that?"

"I think that for the first week or so, maybe longer, depending on how it
goes, don't have any contact with the Campbells.  I can't see them giving
Layne permission to come over here, and I can't recommend you allow Layne
to visit with Jimmy without their permission."

"He's 16.  What if he just shows up, or contacts him at school?"  Colin
asked.

"I have no authority over what Layne may or may not do.  The decision to
let him see Jimmy will lie with you in the end.  For your own sake though,
I strongly recommend any contact be in a public place, and not over here.
You don't want the Campbell's to be able to use anything against you should
a court fight be required."

"What about their Uncle Steve?  I know he spent 6 months a year over there,
and I'm sure he has a strong bond there as well."

"I've only met their Uncle Steve a couple of times, so I don't know what
his reaction to this will be.  I recommend you assume he'll side with the
parents, and avoid him for now.  There is no restraining order against him,
like Charles and Vanessa, but if you let Jimmy see him, again, also do it
in a public place and not in one of your homes.  Control the environment so
that if anything turns negative, you can get away easily."

"What is the likelihood that Charles and Vanessa are going to continue to
fight now that John has been removed from their care?"  Colin asked.

"I think it's highly likely.  They have the church behind them fueling
their bigotry, and you may get called into court at some point, but for
now, don't worry about it.  Leave the legal issues to us.  I have a
feeling, once their lawyers realize that there isn't room to maneuver,
they'll drop it pretty fast.  It's a shame for Jimmy though, as he could
have had a good support system available if they'd acted more reasonably."

"True.  They have his memories after the fire, Blake has the memories
prior.  It could have filled in a lot of gaps for everyone," I said shaking
my head, really pissed off at the Campbells.  They need their heads bashing
until they had amnesia about hating gays.

"Do you have any further question at the moment?"

"I have one," Colin said to her.  "School.  Should we take him there in the
morning to keep things going, or keep him here for a couple days to let him
get adjusted.  What if he goes over to the Campbells after school?"

"I think it's advisable to keep him home for a couple days.  He's young
enough that missing a couple days won't hurt anything.  We'll have someone
at the school to ensure that there is no attempt from anyone unauthorized
to pick him up, so no worries about that.  If he does go over to the
Campbells, they are required by law to inform us.  Failure to do so would
constitute kidnapping on their part, and that has been clearly explained to
them, so even if Jimmy does it on his own, I suspect they would contact
us."

"What if they contact their church and try to keep him there instead?"  I
asked trying to come up with worst case scenarios.

"The police would retrieve him.  If you're worried that the church might
try to claim sanctuary for the child, it wouldn't stand.  The police would
simply enter the church and remove him.  Kidnapping would be a felony
crime, no matter how they try to spin it.  No, I think the Campbells are
smart enough to stick within the law, especially if their ultimate goal is
to attempt to adopt Jimmy.  One thing that does come up in cases like this
where the foster parents don't have a chance of winning their cases, is
that they'll turn their anger towards you.  Many times they feel that if
they can't have the child, then no one else should either.  It's more
common than you may like to believe.  So be aware that they could attempt
to put your life under a microscope to prove that you're unfit as well.
Just a heads up in case things go south fast."

"Thanks.  We've already let everyone know to be aware that their actions
have consequences," Colin replied.  "But we're not worried about any
challenges they may throw at us.  I'm more than happy to begin my own
investigations if they choose to go down that path."

"Let's hope it doesn't come to any of that.  I'm almost sure the biggest
challenge you'll have in the short term will be Jimmy wanting to go home,
considering it's all he knows," Colleen reasoned.

"Any problem integrating him with everyone else in the family?"  I asked.

"None at all.  In fact, when you think he's ready to handle additional
people, the busier you keep him, the less homesick he'll be until he
accepts this as his new home."

"Well, I'm sorry it all went down like this, but hopefully it'll work out
positively for John and Blake in the end," Colin said.  "Would you like to
stay for lunch?  I'm sure you must be hungry."

"Thank you that'd be nice," she replied.  "How do you think the boys are
doing?"

"Let's find out," I smiled.  "ADAM, where is Blake?"

"Blake is in the underground garage," he replied.

"Boys and cars...the cure for all that ails," Colin joked, or maybe not a
joke.  Maybe that's why we have so many cars.  When Colin gets sad or
upset, he buys another one.  I'm gonna have to pay more attention to him to
keep him happy, or we're gonna run have to start parking cars in the living
room.  The three of us headed down to the lower level where Jimmy was
sitting behind the wheel of the 1933 Bugatti pretending to drive, with
Blake as his passenger.

"Hi Colleen.  Look at all the cars Blake has.  They even have a batmobile
and a car that flies."

"We have a car that flies?"  I said quietly to Colin.

"Not really, but the Chitty Chitty Bang Bang car could fly in the movie,
and has wings that extend."

"Please don't let Blake take that car out when he gets his license.  It'll
be Thelma and Louise all over again," I jested.

"Which car is your favorite, Jimmy," I asked as we got up to them.

"I like this one `cause it's funny looking.  But I kinda like all of them.
Mostly the batmobile though."

"That's my favorite too.  Dad is gonna let me trade my Lamborghini for that
one, aren't you, Dad?"

"Sure.  Just give me your Gallardo and 2.7 million dollars, and it's all
yours," Colin grinned.

"Sweet.  Take it out of my allowance," he replied.  "Which car would you
want, Jimmy?"

"Any car?"  He asked wide eyed.  "Ummmm...I like that one," he said
pointing to the Ferrari f-60.  "mainly because it's blue and a
convertible."

"Good choice!" Blake agreed.  "We don't have a lot of blue cars.  This one
that we're sitting in, Justin's BMW and Troy's Mustang are about the only
other blue ones.  How much is the Ferrari worth, Colin?"

"About 2.6," he replied.

"He doesn't mean 2.6 dollars," Blake clarified.  "He means 2.6 million
dollars, right?"

"Right," Colin nodded.

"For a car?"  Colleen said with surprise.  Welcome to my world.  I probably
shouldn't point out the Aston or Alpha Romeo's that were each worth over 20
million a piece.  She'd take Jimmy away from us claiming we were mentally
unstable.

"Blake also showed me other stuff, Colleen.  They have a bowling alley and
these super big video games, and two swimming pools and a bubble room and
trampoline, and a tree house.  Blake's even gonna show me how to play
basketball and maybe learn karate," he said excitedly.  For now at least,
he seemed pretty happy.

"Sounds like you'll have a lot to do."

"I'll say.  I hope I get it all done while my parents are on their time
out," he said, snapping all of us to reality in an instant.

"We're going to make lunch boys, what would you like?"  I asked to change
the subject.

"How about grilled cheese, and orange soda?  Do you still like that?"
Blake asked quickly.

"Yeah.  How'd you know that?"  Jimmy asked looking slightly confused.

"That's what you liked when you were a little kid," Blake explained.  "Plus
it's my favorite too," he added.  Nice touch.

"Okay.  Do we have to come up right now and set the table?" He asked.

"Nah.  They'll call when it's ready," Blake said.

We left the boys to explore and went to make lunch.  Grilled cheese is
about the limit to my `cook it from scratch' skills.  Once we began cooking
the sandwiches, we had ADAM tell the boy to come up.  They thundered up
like a herd of a thousand cattle.

"It's good that we're eating," Blake announced as they sat down at the
island.  "We need the energy.  We've still got more stuff to look at.  You
haven't seen the rest of the cars in the garage yet, and we gotta look
online to find stuff to fix up your room.  Maybe we can go shopping for
things later."

"Maybe we can do that tomorrow.  You both have a day off school, so we can
hang out all day."

"Nice!  Blake said.  "See having you here is awesome, John.  We both get to
miss school."

"I like school.  All my friends are there," Jimmy said back to him.  "You
keep calling me John sometimes.  Is it okay if you call me Jimmy?"

"Sure.  Sorry.  It's just you were always John to me.  I don't think of you
as a Jimmy."

"That was my before name, right?"  he asked blinking.

"Uhhh...yeah.  It's your official name, but you can probably be called
anything you want to be called.  You should pick a cool nickname."

"My friends K & Q just call me J.  But those aren't really nicknames, we
just use the first letter of our names," he said staring at us.

"K & Q?"  Blake inquired.

"Yeah Karl and Quinn.  They're my best friends.  I also play with Derrick,
Robbie, Tom, Andy, Kal, Erik, Dexter, Jameson and Pierce.  Oh and Lake and
Jasper.  But that's all."

"Sounds like quite the group," Colin smiled.

"They're not all my really good friends, like Karl and Quinn, but we play
with each other the most out of all the other guys in our school."

"Do you have a girlfriend," Blake asked, since we appeared to be grilling
the kid for information.

"Nah.  Girls are stupid," Jimmy shrugged, shaking his head.

"At your age that's true, but when you get older, they're easier to deal
with," Blake said coaching his brother.

"Nah.  Even older girls are dumb, but they smell pretty good."

Blake nodded and put his arm around Jimmy's shoulder.  "Yeah they do buddy.
They certainly do."

We ate lunch, letting the boys talk the most about anything that came up.
It was nice that they were getting along so well in the first few moments
of this new beginning.  Once we were done, Blake and Jimmy put their dishes
in the dishwasher again, and then raced off back to the garage.

"I should let all of you get settled and adjusted," Colleen announced to
us.  "I'll call you tomorrow to see how the night went.  He seems pretty
excited now, but be ready for the crash.  At some point it's going to sink
in that he's not going home, and that's when you'll have to be there to
guide him through it."

"We'll be here," Colin assured her.

"Call me if you need anything.  Anything at all.  If I could add one bit of
caution.  Don't spoil him too much right off the start.  Let him get used
to the differences between this life and his old one.  Ease him into it.
The more he's overwhelmed at the start, the harder he'll crash when it
hits, and it will hit."

"Understood.  We'll make sure to tone Blake down and we'll let him adapt
slowly," I assured her.  I could see the psychology stuff at work already.

Once Colleen left, we turned our fully attention to Jimmy and Blake.  We
headed to the garage intending to join them, but found the boys outside on
the trampoline.  It seemed like they were having fun so we just left them
alone to bond.  For the rest of the afternoon, I don't think they stopped
once.  It had gone quiet at one point, so we went to check what they were
up to, and found them in Blake's room playing some board game.  This house
has literally everything kids would die to play with, and they're in the
bedroom with a bored game (no, I didn't spell it wrong).  Basically they're
called that because when you can't think of anything else to do, you
literally drag out the game of life, instead of just living it.

"Hi Dads!"  Blake waved, looking up from their game.

"Hi!"  Jimmy copied.  "We're just playing Trouble."

"As long as you're not causing it, it's all good," I joked.

"We are gonna go swimming later, but haven't decided if we should go before
or after dinner," Blake announced.

"Why not go before dinner while the sun is still up?  That way you can use
the outdoor pool and water slide," Colin suggested.  I was just gonna
suggest that.  I was...really.  "Then after dinner maybe we could challenge
you guys to a game of bowling, then watch a movie?"

"Sounds good to me."

"I probably just have to find my swim suit in my stuff.  I think I packed
it," Jimmy said looking at us thoughtfully.  "I don't normally for a
sleepover, but I had to take all my stuff this time.  Mostly I only pack
this much when I'm going camping."

"We can camp in the treehouse tomorrow night.  That should be epic," Blake
suggested.  "If you can't find a swim suit, it's okay.  You don't need one
here, but if you're worried about people seeing your wiener, I probably
have some shorts you can wear."

"Cool.  Thanks," he said almost giggling.  We left the boys to finish their
game and briefly saw them fly by in their swim suits and towels.  While
Blake is pretty responsible, Colin and I decided to just go outside and
keep an eye on them just in case they got overly excited and let safety
come in a distant second.  We needn't have worried though as Blake was so
focused on Jimmy that he never let his brother out of his sight.  Even when
he came down the waterslide, he waited at the bottom for Jimmy to arrive
safely.  He's taking this brother thing seriously.  Wonder how long it'll
be before Jimmy becomes the annoying little brother who wants to do
everything the big brother does?

After a family dinner, compliments of our Domino's delivery, we went down
to the games room and bowled.  It was Blake and Jimmy against Colin and I,
as you'd expect.  Colin and I lost.

When Jimmy was off playing one of the video games, Blake put his arm around
me.  "Thanks for letting Jimmy and me win.  That was cool parenting."

"So, I'm getting the hang of this Dad thing, huh?"  I said returning the
side hug.

"Put a pin in that Justin.  Don't get ahead of yourself," he smirked.  "You
got a second kid now, so you're gonna have to up your game.  After all, I'm
pretty much self-raising."

"Only because we gave up on you.  Jimmy is like our do over."

Before Blake could respond, Colin was getting us focused.  "Alright boys, I
think it's time for Jimmy to get some sleep.  He's had a long day."

"Sure, Dad.  Do you need any help getting ready for bed, Jimmy?"  Blake
asked his brother.

"No.  I only have to brush my teeth, pee, and change into pyjamas."

"You wear pyjamas?"

He shrugged.  "I dunno.  I have to wear them at my Mom & Dad's house, but
at Uncle Steve's I mostly wear nothing.  But if my friends sleepover, we
wear underwear.  I didn't know the rules here, so I figured pyjamas."

Before Blake responded with his usual subtleness, I interjected.  "Jimmy,
you can wear whatever you want to bed.  Around here, you should be
comfortable when you sleep."

"What do you wear to bed, Blake?" he asked.

"Me?  Nothing.  It feels better to sleep and it's easier when I wake up
with..."

I coughed loudly and stared at him.  He looked at me and grinned.

"I sometimes wear underwear though, or underwear and a t-shirt.  Depends on
what mood I'm in."

"Okay.  I'll wear my underwear."  We all went up to his room with him,
where he went into the bathroom area to brush his teeth.

"Do you think I should help him, Dad?"  Blake asked.

"Just let him do Let him do some normal things for now and ease off a bit
so he can get used to a routine.  I'm sure he's got brushing teeth figured
out."

When he returned, he was down to his underwear and stood looking at us.
"How come the bathroom doesn't have no door?"

"Because it's your own private bathroom in your bedroom.  It doesn't need
one."

He stared at the beds.

"You okay, Jimmy?"  Colin asked.

"Yeah.  I was just wondering if maybe I could have a sleepover in Blake's
room instead of in here?"

"Would that make you more comfortable?"

"Yes, please.  It's a big house and it'd be more fun in Blake's room."

"Are you okay with that Blake?"  Colin asked unnecessarily.

"Sure.  Come on!"  He said excitedly.  We all left Jimmy's room and walked
to the other end of the hallway to Blake's room.  "You can have that bed,"
he said pointing to the second king bed in his room.

"Will that be better?"  Colin asked again.

"Yeah," Jimmy grinned as he went to climb in.  I tucked him in and said
goodnight, as did Colin.

"Dad, I'm kinda tired too, so maybe I should go to bed early," Blake
suggested.

"Okay, but no staying up and talking all night.  You have the rest of your
lives to keep each other awake," I warned.  "No doing anything but
sleeping, okay?  That includes sneaking to the hot tub."

Blake giggled.  "Party pooper.  Good night Dads," he said giving each of us
a hug.  "Don't worry Jimmy, tomorrow we'll get tons of stuff to make your
room feel better," Blake assured him.  We left and headed downstairs,
exhausted.

"So far so good," I said as we flopped down on the couch in the great room.

"So far, "Colin nodded.  "I was proud of how Blake handled himself."

"Agreed.  It'll be interesting to see how that dynamic changes once they
get settled with each other."

"I have a feeling Blake is going to be very protective of John for at least
the foreseeable future."

"Pretty common from what I know.  We'll have to watch for Blake being
overly possessive.  He already blames himself for John's situation these
past three years, so he may compensate to make up for it.  All we can do is
keep reminding him that John has been well looked after in all that time,
and that he only needs to focus on being his big brother, not his Dad."
Some of that was my psychology, some was my common sense.  Mostly my
psychology though.

"Any ideas for tomorrow?"

"I say we let Blake lead for a bit.  Sounds like shopping may be on the
agenda.  We better make sure the credit cards have some limit left."

"I'll get right on that," Colin laughed.  "I'll call the bank to make sure
we have space on our unlimited credit cards."

We never had to worry about that as they were always paid in full each
month, no matter how much was on them.  I guess Colin had it set up that
way at the bank to avoid interest rates.  By my calculations on what I
think we had for money, I figure Colin could easily buy a 20-million-dollar
car every month, and we still wouldn't spend what we were making in
interest.  I guess that's why he's the billionaire and I'm in school.  Me,
I'd stick all that money in the bank and just wait for the interest.  Colin
works it like Play-Doh.  Wait...play-dough!  That's EXACTLY what it is!!
Nice one Justin!  That genius award is almost yours.  Colin and I checked
on the boys before we headed to bed ourselves.  They were sleeping soundly,
so we'd officially gotten the first day under our belt.

"Dad. Dad!"  I heard as the bed shook.  I opened my eyes as both Colin and
I stirred.  Blake was standing there looking at us in the dark.  I turned
on the bedside light.

"What's up?"

"It's John.  I think he needs you.  He's been crying for a while, and now
he's kinda freaking out.  I can't get him to stop."

"Okay.  We'll be right there."

"Hurry!"  Blake said sounding distressed himself.  We both got out of bed
and threw a t-shirt and shorts on to follow him to his room.

Jimmy was sitting up, curled into a ball crying, as he rocked back and
forth.  We went and sat next to him on the side of the bed.  "Hey.  Did you
have a bad dream?"

He shook his head.  "No.  I'm sorry I was bad.  I didn't mean to be.  I
promise I'll be good from now on," he cried.  My heart broke for him as I
moved to put my arm around him and pulled him in close.  There was a little
resistance at first, but then he gently melted into me.

"Jimmy.  You weren't bad.  Not at all.  I'm sorry about what happened
today, but it wasn't anything you did wrong."

"I don't want anyone to be mad at me.  I'll be good.  I'll make sure I
always do as I'm told.  I promise."

"No one is mad at you, Jimmy," I said rubbing his side gently.  "This is
just all adult stuff.  It'll get better.  How about we all stay in here
like a big sleepover to help you get back to sleep?  In the morning maybe
we can help explain things to you a little better.  Would you like to sleep
in Blake's bed?  Would that make you feel better?"

He shrugged.  "Would Blake be okay with that?"  He asked me sniffing, as he
wiped his nose on his arm.  He's gonna need disinfecting.

"Blake would be awesome with that!"  Blake said excitedly.  "You always
used to sleep in my bed when we were kids, especially when you were upset.
That's what a big brother is for, buddy."

"Okay.  Then you move to Blake's bed.  Colin and I will sleep in this bed
and that way if you wake up, you won't be alone.  Will that work?"

He nodded.

"Great.  Let's make a small pit stop to clean you up first.  Can't have
snot dripping everywhere while we sleep," I said, getting a small smile
from Jimmy as I helped him to the bathroom.  As I was getting a warm wash
cloth to clean him up a little, he decided to take a pee.  I guess when
you're up you might as well empty the tank so you can sleep longer.  I
helped him blow his nose and wipe his arm and face.  When he said he felt
better, we headed back to bed.  Jimmy climbed into Blake's bed with him and
I got in next to Colin in the other bed.

"Jimmy, watch this cool thing you can do if you ever get scared," Blake
told him.  "ADAM turn off the lights in my room."

The lights went out.

"ADAM, turn the lights on in my room."

The lights went back on.

"Cool," Jimmy said as he watched.

"Try telling him to turn off just the bedside lamp," Blake suggested.

"How?"

"You gotta say ADAM first, then whatever you want."

"ADAM," Jimmy tested.  "Turn off the beside lamp in this room."

The light went off.

"ADAM, turn on the beside lamp."

"Please specify," the voice said over the nearest speaker.

"What's that mean?" Jimmy asked.

"He wants to know which bedside lamp, but it only works for the room you're
in, I already tried that.  Watch.  ADAM, please turn on all the lights in
Ben's room."

"Unable to comply.  Occupant must be in the room."

"I didn't know it could do that," Colin said shaking his head.  "All this
time I've leaned over to turn the light off."

"Gotta keep up Dad.  We even have electricity now, not like when you were
growing up," he teased getting a little laugh from Jimmy.  "Tell ADAM to
turn off all the lights and we'll get some sleep.  First one to fart sleeps
on the deck though."

Jimmy giggled again.  "ADAM turn off all the lights in this room."

The room plunged into darkness.  Well mostly darkness.  There was a small
night light by the bathroom door.

"I didn't know you had a night light, Blake," I said quietly.

"It's not a night light, DAD!  It's a room illumination guidance device.
For when you need to pee in the middle of the night.  Sometimes I leave
things on the floor and I would prefer not to trip over them and break a
leg. Thank you very much.  Anyway, I took that from Jimmy's room.  I
figured if he woke up and didn't know where he was, the light might help
him at least find the bathroom."

"That was thoughtful," Colin remarked.

"Yeah, I got some good qualities Dad.  I'm not total shit."

Jimmy gave a little laugh again.  "This is kinda like being at Uncle
Steve's.  We can say bad words there and not get into trouble.  If I do it
at my parent's house, I get a time out.  Those aren't fun."

"Tell me about it," Blake agreed.  "I got grounded and it was like I was in
prison, just without a shank or yard time."

"Okay, boys.  How about we sleep and talk about your yard time in the
morning."

"Good night, warden," Blake teased.

"Good night Elizabeth," I teased back.

"Good night, John boy," Colin added.

"It's Jimmy," Jimmy replied, causing all of us to laugh.  I'm sure he had
no idea what we were talking about.  I only knew because my parents used to
watch the Walton's back in the day when you only had cable or stuck a bunny
on your TV to get a signal.

"Good night Jimmy," we all said simultaneously, and drifted off to sleep.
Colin was the first to get up, as was pretty normal for him.  I looked over
and smiled.  He indicated that I should look at the boys.  I leaned against
Colin and glanced over him.  Blake was sleeping on his back and Jimmy was
curled up against him, almost using his big brother as a pillow.

Blake must have heard us moving around as he turned to glance at us.  He
gave a small wave.

"How was he for the rest of the night?"  I whispered over to him.

"Good," He whispered back.  "He sure squirms a lot though.  It wasn't until
he started hugging against me that he stopped."

"He's definitely your brother then.  You both have that trait in common.
Blake raised his hand again and gave us a different type of greeting.  This
time with only one finger.

"I gotta piss like a race horse, but I don't wanna wake him up."

Just slide out slowly," I suggested.

"I would, but I have another problem," Blake said looking down at Jimmy.

"Same problem you have every morning?  Shouldn't stop you getting out of
bed," I chuckled quietly.

"Not that!  God!  Well, I mean that is a current condition, but that's not
the problem," he said as we all continued to whisper.  "This is."  He eased
the covers off himself and we could see that Jimmy was not only curled up
against Blake, he had his hand over Blake's lower waist.  "He's been
holding me for the past hour."

I laughed, almost too loud.  "Just ease his hand off slowly and slide out."

"What if he wakes up?"

"Then he wakes up.  It's not like you can't go back to sleep, or have a nap
this afternoon if you get tired."

Blake got out of bed slowly causing Jimmy to move around a bit, but not
wake up yet.  Blake raced to the bathroom and returned moments later.
"That's better.  Are we getting up now?"

"How about we give it another hour, then I'll go make us some breakfast,"
Colin suggested.

"Cool.  You gotta make lots of bacon and pancakes.  Those are John's
favorites," Blake announced as he got back under the covers with his
brother.

"Are you sure some of this isn't just your favorites?"  I suggested.

"Sure I like that too, but you'll see.  John loves it just as much."

We dosed off for another hour, which was a nice nap as Colin and I were
cuddled together.  It was nice being wrapped around him.  It wasn't totally
nice, as we couldn't do anything about the wood with the boys next to us.
It would only encourage Blake, and Jimmy would no doubt make comments about
things he'd seen at his uncle Steve's place, and that might upset Blake and
set off some sort of chain reaction.  So for the benefit of all mankind,
I'll suffer through the erection for another couple hours.

I heard Jimmy and Blake talking in a low voice when I opened my eyes.
"Morning Boys.  Did you sleep okay?"

"Yeah.  It was fun sleeping with Blake.  He's nice and warm."

"And squirmy," I added.  I got another one finger greeting.

"You were sleeping half on top of me all night," Blake told him.

"Sorry."

"No, it's cool.  I liked it.  I think it made you feel better.  You were
even holding onto my penis for a couple hours.  You musta thought it was a
handle or something," he chuckled.

"Yeah.  Layne said I did that all the time too.  You can just move my hand
off it.  That's all Layne does."

"You need to pee or anything, Jimmy?"

"No, I don't gotta go yet.  Are we getting' up, or should we stay in bed
more?"

"What would you like to do?"  I asked.

"I dunno.  I'm nice and warm so I don't think we should get up yet.  How
come you have two super big beds in your room, Blake?" he asked turning
over to face his brother.

"Mostly for sleepovers.  This way I can have lots of friends over and still
have tons of space."

"That's cool.  My bed at home is just big enough for me.  I'm not allowed
to have people sleep in my room.  We always put sleeping bags in the family
room."

"That's fun too. You can make a fort out of blankets," Blake admitted.  "Do
you have lots of sleepovers?"

"Not at my parent's house.  They're kinda strict and we don't have video
games, so most of my friends don't like coming over there.  At my Uncle
Steve's it's different.  My bed is big enough for two, so we don't need
sleeping bags and we have video games.  Plus my Uncle Steve is way more fun
than Mom and Dad."

"Uncles are like that most places," Blake assured him.  "It was fun when we
were kids.  Once you were old enough to sleep in a bed, you used to sneak
out of your room and climb in with me most nights.  Well, you and your
teddy bear.  Sometimes Mom and Dad carried you back to your own bed so
you'd get used to it, but other times they just let us sleep together
because they said it looked so cute."

"I would have loved to see the days when you were cute," I said quietly.
He just stuck his tongue out at me, getting a little smile from Jimmy.

"I musta remembered some of that, because I sleep in Layne's bed a lot.
It's nicer than sleeping alone, I guess.  What did we wear to bed?"  He
asked curiously.

"When you were really little, you wore pyjamas and sort of like diapers,
but not like baby diapers.  Just the type in case you wet the bed
accidentally.  After you got older, like maybe four, you sometimes wore
pyjamas, or if it was too hot, just underwear."

"I have to wear pyjamas at my parent's house.  Sometimes I can take off the
top if it's really warm because it gets to hot and you get all sweaty."

"You don't have to worry about that here," Blake assured him.  "We have air
conditioning, so if you get too warm, just make the room colder."

"Does that room you let me put my stuff in have air conditioning too?"  He
asked.

"Yeah.  Every room does.  We usually keep the pool area the warmest as you
don't wanna shiver when you get out of the water, plus the hot tub keeps it
warm too."

"How about I let you two talk for a bit and I'll go down to help Colin with
breakfast."  He'd apparently gotten up first without waking me, so I
assumed he was probably hard at work already.  "Come down when you're ready
and we'll figure out what we're going to do all day," I said as I eased
myself out of bed and pulled my shirt back on that I'd discarded to sleep.
I left them in bed and headed my bedroom to change into clean underwear and
t-shirt before heading downstairs.  Colin was sitting with his laptop
drinking coffee in the kitchen.  I gave him a kiss.

"Feel like bacon and waffles?"  He asked.

"Is that a sex game?  Are you gonna be bacon and put yourself inside my
waffle holes?"

"Are you TRYING to ruin breakfast," he joked as I wrapped my arms around
him and lay my head on his to see what he was looking at on the computer.
Boring!  It was some stock shit.  Bunch of acronyms and numbers that made
absolutely no sense to me, but Colin seemed focused.

"Are we winning?"

"Winning?"  He asked glancing up at me.

"The stock thing.  Is your team winning?"

He laughed.  "One day I'll have to show you how all this works.  But, yeah.
Most of our stocks are winning.  This one just made us about 100 million
dollars, while this nasty little whore over here cost us 45 million."

"So we're up 55 million.  That seems like a win," I nodded.  "Do they just
put that in the bank for you?"

He laughed again.  "No.  It's only realized when we sell.  If I sold this
stock that lost value, we lose our money, but if I don't do anything with
it, the value is just on paper for now.  It's just as likely that the stock
could climb again and do even better.  The same as it's possible that it
could tank.  The only way we totally lose is if the company goes under and
the shares are no longer valid."

"Got it.  So do you do this all day every day?"  Seems like it could be a
really time-consuming obsession."

 No.  We have brokers who watch this closely.  If they see a trend one way
or the other, they let me know if they think we need to take some action.
For example if they see a company about to collapse, they may recommend we
sell and recover what we can, or gamble and short additional stock to cover
any loss we may have from the stock we own.  They could suggest new and
emerging stocks, or get in on IPO's, or advise when they think a company
has peaked and we should sell."

"Hmmm...interesting.  And how are our bacon and waffle futures doing?"  I
chuckled, not having a clue what he just explained.

"I'd say things are sizzling and cooking in that area," he said spinning to
get off the stool and give me a hug.

"Excellent.  So about your bacon in my waffle holes..."

"Shut up," he said giving me a kiss.  "You want breakfast or not."

"Always!  I'm sure you won't get any arguments from the boys when they come
down, either.  I told them not to be long, but with that type of guideline
it could be noon before we see them.  I'll start with the fresh squeezed,"
I teased as I grabbed his ass.  "Ooops, I guess that's supposed to orange
juice.  Maybe I'll just start with the coffee."

The boys eventually stumbled down the stairs looking similar to zombies
after the apocalypse.  They were both still in just t-shirts and underwear.
"Are you sure?" Jimmy whispered to Blake.

"Of course.  Trust me.  Look at Justin."

"Look at Justin for what?"  I asked curiously.

"Jimmy wasn't sure it was okay to walk around in his underwear.  He said at
home he had to be wearing proper clothes to walk around the house.  I told
him it was fine to be comfortable and wear what you want."

 "Jimmy, this place is more like your Uncle Steve's than your other house.
We're not formal with the rules," I assured him.

"Cool.  I like that better," he said as they sat at the table.  Blake told
Jimmy he could pick any chair he wanted.

"Which chair is yours?" Jimmy asked.

"This one," Blake said sitting down.  "That one is Justin's and that's
Colin's."

"Can I sit here?" He asked picking the chair right next to Blake, which got
a big smile from Blake as he told him yes.

Colin had set things out on the table and it almost looked like a formal
meal.  I wondered if I should tell Jimmy that this wasn't a regular
breakfast.  Usually it's us grabbing cereal, juice and toast before running
off to do whatever we had planned for the day.  Jimmy still looked half
asleep as he waited for Blake to hand him the food.  It didn't seem to
affect his appetite as they both gobbled down enough food to feel a small
nation.

"What's the first plan today, Dad?"  Blake asked as he poured more orange
juice for both of them.

"I thought we could go to the mall and get Jimmy stuff he needs for his
room," Colin suggested, following Blake's suggestion rom yesterday.

"Cool.  We can stop at Better Buy first.  I was thinking he probably needs
a video game for his room.  What type do you like, Jimmy?  Xbox,
PlayStation, Wii, Switch?"

Jimmy shrugged.  "I dunno.  Uncle Steve has a PlayStation, so I know some
of those games, and my friend Quinn has a Switch.  He plays that all the
time with his big brother Anderson, so he's pretty good.  I'm not allowed
to have one at my parent's house.  They say video games brainwash you into
committing sins, so I don't got one over there."

"Do you like video games?"  Colin asked for clarification.

"Sure.  Mostly Mario Kart, but I like some driving games too.  But I'll try
whatever if I'm playing with friends.  Karl has a Wii U and a Switch."

"I think we should just get one of each, Dad.  That way he can get good at
games when he plays his friends.  I like the fighting games.  Some of them
use karate, so I know the moves now.  I'm in karate."

"You are?  Like for real?" J.J. asked turning his head to stare at his big
brother like he'd just learned he was a Jedi.

"For real.  I could teach you some stuff."

Jimmy's face lit up at the idea, so it appeared we were on the right track.

"Alright, we'll take a look at some games while we're out.  We already have
a few systems in the house though," Colin reminded Blake.

"Yeah, but it's always nice to have your own in your room.  That way if
you're bored, you don't have to wait to share or anything.  The best system
is in the media room on the big screen, but you can't play that when others
are watching a movie," Blake explained thoroughly.

My phone went off with a text.

"Who was that?"  Colin asked.

"Just Troy asking if we were home.  I told him to come out and meet Jimmy
if he wanted to.  Troy is my brother, which makes him your uncle," I
explained to Jimmy quickly as the door to Troy's suite opened and I saw him
heading towards us.

"Hi Uncle Troy," Blake grinned.

"Uncle Troy?  That's formal for you," Troy grinned as he stood at the end
of the island.

"Jimmy.  This is Troy.  Troy, Jimmy.  Blake's brother."

"Hi Jimmy.  Nice to meet you."

"Hi."

"Has anyone else been down yet?"  Troy asked.

"No.  Kyle and Chance stayed downtown, and Ben didn't get in until after we
went to bed."

"It's good to have you here Jimmy," Troy said politely.  "Oh, and you can
just call me Troy, no need for the Uncle thing.  Blake was just...well...he
was being Blake."

"Always the best way for me to be!"  Blake grinned.  "If they get too much
of me, my greatness rubs off on them and they feel less than adequate."

Troy just rolled his eyes.

"Wait until you meet my Uncles J.P. & Jason.  That'll blow your mind."

"How come?"  Jimmy asked as Troy joined us at the island for breakfast.

"They're triplets.  That means there's three of them, and they're
identical.  You can't tell them apart at first, but after a while you
figure it out."

"How?"  Jimmy asked.

"Well, right now it's a bit easier because J.P. has black hair.  He's
making a movie so they changed his hair.  Normally though, they all look
them same, but you learn how they do stuff.  Like Jason and Justin are
right-handed, where J.P. is mostly left-handed.  If you watch them eat,
Justin chews with food on the right side of his mouth and Jason puts in on
his left side.  J.P. seems to use both sides.  Sometimes I have to take a
second to make sure I know who is who before I talk.  Last thing you wanna
do is bitch about Dad to J.P., only to find out you're actually bitching TO
Dad."

"Wait!  How often do you bitch about me to my brothers?"

"I dunno.  Not often.  Like no more than three or four times a week, right
Troy?"  Blake grinned.

"Don't get me involved.  I only came to meet Jimmy and get breakfast."

"You ever been in a plane?"  Blake asked returning his focus to his
brother.

"Nuh uh."

"Maybe we could take him up in a plane and show him Vancouver from the air.
We also take a day to go over Bare Island too and show him that," Blake
suggested.

"Bear Island?"  Jimmy asked.  "Are there lots of bears?"

"Not that kind of bear.  Bare, like as in bare-naked.  We don't wear
clothes when we're there."

"Outside?  You don't have clothes on outside?"  Jimmy asked.  "That's like
Uncle Steve's cabin.  I don't have to wear clothes there either.  Mostly
when we go swimming, but there's no bears."

"We probably won't go in the plane today, Blake," I said quickly in case
the subject changed to how I first met Jimmy at their cabin.  "But one day
soon we should."

"Kyle is a pilot so he could take us up one day," Blake offered.

"Who's Kyle?"

"Kyle is kinda like my brother.  I mean he's not a real brother like you
are, but I call him that.  He has a boyfriend, Chance, and they live in the
room right next to yours.  They weren't here last night though.  Then I
have another brother like them.  That's Ben.  He usually gets up at the
last minute, runs down to grab food before racing off to school.  We might
wanna get out of the way for that.  He's like a hurricane."

Jimmy just sat silently for most of this tutorial, while eating his
breakfast.

"Dad, did you call our schools to let them know we won't be there today?"
Blake inquired.

"I will shortly," Colin assured him.  "I think Colleen is calling Jimmy's
school for him."

"Do you like school, Jimmy?"  Blake asked.

"Some of it is okay.  I don't like sitting listening to teachers talk, but
all my friends are there so I like that part."

"What's your favorite subject?"

"I like gym mostly.  Science and Music are fun too."

"Do you play a musical instrument, Jimmy?" Troy asked.

"No.  I like to sing though.  My teacher says I'm good at it."

"Nice.  Blake is amazing on the piano, so you two should give us a concert
sometime.  Blake could play a song you like and you could sing."

Blake grinned.  "We used to do that when we were younger.  I'd forgotten.
I don't play the piano as much as I used to, but maybe that's something we
could do together if you want."

"Sure.  I know some songs."

"What classes don't you like?"  Blake asked.

"Math.  Definitely math," Jimmy replied quickly.

"Me neither.  Like we'd even need to know about how fast trains were going,
or what the value of X is on a triangle.  Like I care how fast the train
goes, as long as it gets there when it's supposed to, and when do we ever
measure triangles.  So dumb.  What math do you have to learn?"

"Regular stuff like adding, subtracting, multiplying and dividing.  We're
currently doing fractions, which are really hard, but I almost got it
figured out.  Except for really big ones where the top number is bigger
than the bottom number, or when they make you divide the fraction into
another number.  That's pretty hard."

"Yeah.  It's dumb to know that stuff, especially when you can just ask
Siri, Cortana or Alexa.  In this house, you can even ask ADAM too."

"The guy who turned out the lights last night?"  Jimmy asked looking at
Blake.

"Sure.  Watch.  ADAM, what's the decimal of 10 over 6."

"The decimal of 10 over 6 is 1.666 repeating."

"You could get him to do your homework for you."  He paused and then looked
at us with a spoonful of food halfway to his mouth.  "I don't do that
though.  I do it first, then check my answer with ADAM."

"Way to squirm out of that one," Troy laughed.  "Colin, you might need to
put a lock on ADAM helping with homework."

"TROY!  Don't give them ideas," Blake complained.  "I swear I only use it
for checking to make sure I did it right.  You gotta know how for tests in
school and stuff anyway.  ADAM just helps."

"I don't have any of those things at home," Jimmy replied.  "Mostly I have
to ask Layne for help if I get stuck.  He's got a phone, but my parents
don't allow him to have Siri or the other people to help."

"That's actually smart," Colin said to him.  "You should learn how to do
things first, so that if you ever need to, you can.  It's nice to have help
available, but it's better to be brain smart."

"Great.  See what you're doing Troy?  You're corrupting them to be parents.
Way to go," Blake smirked.  "Next thing you know, I'll be back in pyjamas
being tucked in and given something to suck on while I sleep."

Troy almost coughed his cereal across the table.

Blake shot him a look.  "Shut up Troy!"  He grinned.  "That's not what I
meant." He suddenly looked over towards the main entrance.  "Okay, everyone
grab hold of something so it doesn't blow off the table.  Ben's coming."

"He's just joking about holding stuff," I reassured Jimmy who looked like
we were about to be hit with a natural disaster.

Ben appeared, dropped his backpack at the door and raced over to us.  "I
slept in again.  Late night," he said pouring coffee into a go cup, then
grabbing a waffle and some bacon and making it into a sandwich.

"Ben.  This is Jimmy.  Jimmy, this is Ben.  He's like another uncle for
you."

"I'm an uncle?"  Ben mumbled with a mouth full of food as he grinned.
"Nice to meet you Jimmy.  I'll catch up with you after school, but for now
I gotta run.  Oh hey, can I borrow a car?  I think mine has had it.  I'm
gonna have to buy another one I guess."

Colin smiled at him.  "I think this is the perfect time for all of us to
head out to the garage to see the new car I just got."

"Another new car?"  Troy said surprised.  "There aren't this many vehicles
in an airport long stay lot."

"Follow me.  Ben's in a hurry," Colin said as we all got off our chairs and
followed him.

J.J. talked quietly to Blake.  "Should we go put clothes on before we go
outside?"

"We have clothes on," Blake replied.  "No one would care even if we went
out naked.  I just wanna see what type of car it is."

We all followed Colin out to the second to last garage to await the big
reveal.  He pressed the button and when the door opened we could see a red
car become visible.

"Whoa!  A Tesla!!"  Troy exclaimed.  "Sweet.  Finally moving into the
electric vehicles.  What model is this?"

"It's the X, Ludicrous model.  Had to run dedicated power to it.  So for
now, this car gets its own garage," Colin explained.

"Does it drive itself?"  Blake inquired.

"It does.  It has a self drive mode. I think it's called semi autonomous to
make sure you have a driver in it," Colin replied.  "Ben, why don't you
take this as your car.  Learn all about it and give us your recommendation
as to whether we should buy more electric self drive in the future.  I've
ordered the Roadster for when it's released, so really put this car to the
test."

"Are you serious?"  Ben asked, his eyes lighting up as Colin threw him the
FOB.

"Go for it.  Pull it out so we can all take a look."

"He means the car.  In case that wasn't clear," Troy laughed patting Ben on
the back.

"It was clear," Ben said as he went to the car and got in.  When it started
to roll out, I wondered if maybe he'd just put it in neutral to let it
move, as there was no sound of an engine.  As soon as the car was clear, we
all started swarming it.  Blake opened the rear doors which were gull wing
and that really grabbed our attention.

"Damn.  That's one minimalistic dash.  Where's the stick shift?"  Troy
asked.

"Here, on the steering column," Ben pointed out.  "Are you sure I can use
this car, Colin?  Don't you wanna drive it first?"

"I did the test drive.  For today, just drive it like a normal car, and
read up on the automated stuff to see how it all works."

"Cool.  This is like the most epic thing ever.  I think if I let my teacher
check it out, he might not even care that if I was late for class.  I
should get going though.  Thanks for letting me use this.  I'll give you a
proper thank you when I get home."

We waved to him as the car stealthily left the driveway like a
ninja. Someone should tie some tin cans to the back of it so we can hear it
coming.

"Someone's gonna get laid when Ben gets home," Troy teased Colin.

I just coughed and cleared my throat as I stared at J.J.  Troy immediately
understood and gave us a `sorry'.

"That was cool.  We're gonna take a ride in that later, when Ben gets
home," Blake announced.  "I wanna see it drive itself.  I already know a
cool invention to sell Tesla to make their cars better."

"Oh yeah?  What is that?"

"It's a health monitor system.  If the car sees you're having trouble, it
calls 9-1-1 and then speeds you to the hospital.  Imagine if you passed out
or died or something while the car was driving itself.  The car wouldn't
know and would just keep going with you dead in it.  Super creepy.  So my
invention would change the destination, and rush to the nearest hospital
and then start honking when it got to the emergency room.  But hopefully
it'd be smart enough to be in contact with the hospital directly providing
vital signs and shit."

"That's actually a pretty cool invention."

"Yeah.  That's what I thought.  I'm gonna go tweet Elon and set up a
meeting."

"You do that," Colin grinned.  I was still thinking about dozens of cars
driving around with dead people in them.  What if the car was an Uber?
Passenger dies and the car keeps going.  Gets to the destination, thinks
the passenger has left and goes to get the next one.  Cree—py!

"We're still going out shopping though, J.J.  We gotta stop at Better Buy
first.  You need a cell phone, computer, tablet, Apple watch, air pods, and
a video game system.  What else?  I saw some of your clothes when we
unpacked.  We should get you some new stuff to go with it.  I could show
you some cool runners and socks to get.

"Do you shave yet, Jimmy," I asked trying to be funny.

"No.  I'm still too young.  Uncle Steve said I probably won't do that until
I'm like 14 or 15.  He said I might shave my puberties before that though,
once I get them.  I don't have them yet.  Layne got his when he was 12."

"That's a possibility.  Everyone changes at a different pace," I agreed.

"Yeah.  Layne is 16 already, and he started face shaving when he was 15, so
that makes him a man already."

"Here that Blake?  You're not a man until you can shave your face," I
teased as we headed back into the house.

"So, you're still waiting to become a man, huh Dad?"  Blake replied not
missing a beat and getting a fist bump from Troy as casually as anything.

"So we won't need to shop for a razor for you.  Do you use an electric
toothbrush or a regular one?"  I asked.

"Regular," he shrugged.

"Add that to the list, Justin.  We need an electric one like mine.  Get the
spinny type, not the back and forth type though," Blake interjected.
"Those are way better.  You can do it while you shower and you hardly even
need to be awake."

"You use your electric toothbrush in the shower?"  Troy asked.

"Sure.  Why not?  I don't plug it in in there, duh!  I just use it in
there.  I read the instructions and you're allowed to get it wet.  It's
more efficient if you do everything in the shower when you wake up."

"I'll leave it there," Troy smirked.  "You're 10, Jimmy?"

"Yeah.  I thought my birthday was July 1st, but Colleen said that it's
actually September 19, so I gotta wait longer now before I'm 11," he said
almost disappointed.  I felt for him.  At that age you want to get to the
next birthday fast, not wait to grow up.  Once you get to 20, you're okay
with them slowing down.

"It's only a couple months.  Plus it's better to have birthday in the
fall."

"How come?"

"In summer, no one is in school.  Half your friends are off on vacation so
they can't come over.  In September, everyone is at school, so they have to
be around for your birthday.  That means more people show up, and you get
more presents," Troy reasoned.

"Oh yeah!  I guess that would be better.  Do you think I'd still get
fireworks?"  Jimmy asked blinking a couple times, which by itself was
really adorable.

"You might not, but they'd still have them on July 1st so you still get
some," Blake replied quickly.  "We're finished breakfast, Dad.  What time
are we gonna go out?"

"Let's aim for 10am when all the stores will be open."

"Blake said I need a desk to do school stuff.  We could go to Ikea,"
J.J. suggested.  "It's not expensive there."

Blake laughed.  "Justin doesn't do Ikea.  Mainly `cause you have to build
the stuff when you get home and Justin always swears when he can't get the
flugelstien into the hofenbinder using the lingentrot."

"Are those real words?"  J.J. frowned.

"Probably not, but if you look at the names of the stuff in Ikea, it's
kinda like that."

I ignored the conversation, because I think I was being insulted and why
would I need to stir that up even more.  Anyway, it's not the lingentrot I
have a problem with as much as the jorgenfilberstul.  Those are the worst.

"You guys can go hang out for a bit, just make sure you leave time to have
a shower and get ready."

"Sure.  Are you old enough to shower by yourself now, Jimmy, or do you
still need help?"  Blake asked.

"I can do it my myself," he replied. "Sometimes I shower with Layne or
Uncle Steve, which is fun, but mostly I just go by myself."

"Yeah.  That's what I figured.  I used to help you when you were little
cause it scared you sometimes, but I figured that you were old enough now.
I'll show you how the one in your room works when we go upstairs.  It's a
little different than the one in my room.  The best one is the giant one in
the bubble room, but it's a little scary to do by yourself at first."

"I'm not scared," Jimmy said bravely.

"Cool, but it's a pretty powerful shower.  I'll show you one day when we go
swimming.  You still good at swimming?"

"Yeah.  I'm like a fish."

"Me too.  Mom and Dad taught us when we were babies.  We could swim before
we could walk.  Mom used to let you go and you'd dog paddle over and grab
me with a giant grin on your face.  Then I'd turn you around and send you
back to Mom.  If was like we were playing baby swim frisbee."

Jimmy laughed.  "I hope I can remember that one day."

"Me too, bro.  We had tons of fun as little kids.  Hopefully we can have
even more fun now that we're all grown up."  They took off and headed
downstairs.

"He's all grown up?"  I asked looking at the other guys.

"Apparently," Colin nodded as we cleared the dishes.

"It looks as if things are going well so far," Troy noted.

"Yeah, he had a bit of a nightmare last night, but we all slept in Blake's
room, so that seemed to help.  Colleen said he may get homesick a few
times, but we'll just have to deal with it when it comes up," Colin told
him.  "For now, we'll just keep him busy."

"Blake seems focused.  Maybe Jimmy will be as good for him as the other way
around.  Any memory coming back yet, or is it still too early?"

"Still to early.  It could take a long time, if ever," I replied.  "All we
can do is wait to see if Blake's stories of the two of them together jog
anything loose."

"Have you tried hitting him on the head?  I heard that sometimes cures
amnesia."

"Only in the movies," I laughed.  "Plus he doesn't have amnesia from a blow
to the head, so that type of reboot wouldn't work.  His is from a trauma
that he's supressing."

"What about if you put him in another burning house to make him face it
again.  That might shock him back to reality."

"Or send him into a coma.  He's better off as he is, even if his past
memories never resurface.  For now, we just wait and see."

"Well if you guys need anything, just call me.  I'll be available," Troy
offered.

"Thanks," Colin replied.  Troy took off and we set about getting ready for
the day out.

Our first stop was to buy things for his room like new bedsheets, towels,
bedside lamp, and a few pieces of furniture to make it his own.  We
arranged for furniture to be delivered though.

"Okay, now we gotta go to Better Buy," Blake announced and we all agreed.
We had barely parked the car before the boys were racing to the store at
full speed.  It was if it were a Black Friday sale and they were late.

By the time Colin and I caught up to them they were already actively
searching the iPhone selection.

"We gotta get these phones," Blake said excitedly as we looked through the
selection.  "I was gonna upgrade mine anyway, so we could both have the
same model."

"I could just have your old one," Jimmy reasoned.

"Nah.  We'll keep that as a backup. If we both have the same model, I can
help you if you get stuck using it.  We'll get different cases for them, so
we know which is which."

"So those are the ones you want?"  Colin asked as Blake showed us.

"Yeah.  Make sure you get the 256 gig memory though.  We don't wanna run
out of space."

"What colour would you like?"

"I'll stick with black," Blake said, before looking at Jimmy.

"Can I have a blue one if they have it?  Any colour is okay by me though.
I never even had a phone before."

"Blue it is," Colin nodded as I waved a salesperson over and told him what
we wanted.

"We'll also need an iPad."

"The 11 inch Pro is a good one.  That's what I have," Blake said quickly.
Make sure you add the keyboard case.  It'll make it way easier to do
homework that way."

"You heard the man.  We'll need that as well," I smiled.  Blake was in his
element here, and was obviously enjoying helping his little brother get
sorted out.

"We also need the Apple watch.  The new series is out, so we should get
those so we don't fall too far behind.  They need to be compatible with the
new phones."

"Of course," Colin agreed.  I couldn't tell if that was sarcasm, or if he
was actually agreeing.  No matter, they selected the two they wanted.
Blake's had a more mature look to it as he'd picked one with a metal band,
whereas Jimmy picked the one with the black sport band.  While we were in
this section, they also picked out cases for the phones and a couple pairs
of Air Pods.  Blake suggested we get extra in case they lost them.

"Or just don't lose them and look after your stuff," I suggested.

"I do, but you know.  Sometimes shit happens and there you are ready to
enjoy your day and you can't find the Air Pods.  Totally ruins your plans.
Plus it's better for your guys too.  If I have my earphones in, you can't
hear my music all the time.  Without them, I have to send the music to my
speakers.

"Or, if you're being too loud, we tell you to turn it down, or take away
your phone," Colin countered.  Good parenting manual again.

"Point taken.  Okay, just two Air Pods it is."

"Is that it?"  I asked.

"Let's see.  Phone, case, Air Pods, Ipad and watch.  Ummm...yep.  That's
all we need from this department," Blake nodded.

"Alright, why don't you guys go take a look at the video games then," Colin
suggested.

They raced off together, which allowed Colin and I to look around a bit
ourselves.  The next time we found the boys, they were playing with a VR
gaming system.  They were oblivious to us beside them, but seemed to be
busy climbing a virtual wall with Blake telling Jimmy to grab the rock to
his left.  I have to admit, I actually looked to the left, and not
virtually either.

It looked as if they were really having a tough time climbing the mountain
and it was actually cute to see Blake reach over to help Jimmy climb the
virtual wall.  I virtually teared up.

Colin asked the sales guy helping them how much that system cost and I was
surprised to learn that it was relatively cheap.  You could have the whole
system, with two glasses, gaming computer, gloves and several games for
under ten grand.  We added it to our purchases.  I wonder if we should get
one for Blake and Jimmy too.  Nah, one is probably okay.  We'd share it
with them.  If they ever came up with porn in this system, actual video
porn might be obsolete.

When their trek to the top of Virtual Mountain was over, they were both
extremely hyper, which only amplified once they learned we were buying it.
From there it was off to get a PlayStation, which of course meant the
latest games too.  We seemed to have our own salesman who was more than
happy to load things into our cart for us.  Blake added one or two things
to the cart for himself, citing compatibility issues or some such nonsense.
I think he just liked shopping as much as we did.  We also bought a couple
of next generation drones for the boys. I'm not sure if we're going to get
the missiles for them from another store, but I could already see them
having drone fights later.  Knowing Blake as well as I did, I figure he'll
use them to spy on people having sex.  I'll have to ensure that we keep the
windows darkened so he can't look inside the house, or a the very least ask
to borrow it.  We should probably order signs for the nude beach below the
house.  `Smile and Fluff.  Drones Overhead.'

"Oh, I chucked in a couple pairs of smart glasses for us and a Bluetooth
speaker for your room," Blake announced.  "It has a digital clock on it too
so you know what time it is when you wake up."

"Good thinking," I agreed.

"Yeah, plus it's Bose so the sound is awesome.  If you set it loud enough,
it'll blast you out of bed," he chuckled.

"We know.  We've heard yours some mornings when you've overslept."

"That's probably not my alarm.  I play music when I'm showering, and you
have to have it up louder so you can hear it over the water.  Oh, I also
threw in some of the wireless charging stations.  Figured it'd be better
than having wires everywhere.  If we have some charging stations in our
bedrooms and then in the kitchen, and pool areas, we can keep the phones
always fully charged."

"I'm in favour of that.  It sucks trying to find cords to plug in," Colin
agreed.

"I got double ones for the pool and kitchen, but only single ones for the
bedrooms.  You guys can have your phones on your side of the bed that way."

"Good.  Anything else you just threw in?"  I asked as I looked at our cart
which was filling up faster than I'd pictured.

"Jimmy, is the TV in your room okay, or do you need a bigger one?"

"No way.  That one is huge!"  He replied.

"It's only 55 inches.  We could get you a 75 inch.  It would fit on that
wall pretty easy."

"I think that would be too big for his room, Blake.  Especially if you're
sitting up as close to it as you do to play the video games.  How big is
the one in your room?"

"Mine's a 65 inch 4K OLED Ultra High Def Smart TV."

"So 65 inches," I grinned.  Like I need to know all the other letters.
"Let's leave the TV for now and if he needs something different later,
we'll swap it out."

"Do you sell 3D printers?"  Blake asked the salesman.

"Not in store, but they are available online."

"Oh, okay I'll check them out when we get home.  I'll bet we could print
tons of cool things."

Colin whispered in my ear.  "No, we're not getting a 3D printer for you to
create your own line of dildos."

"But I'd model them after myself," I chuckled.  "You know I really want a
3D printer now, don't you?"

"Are we really buying all this stuff?"  Jimmy asked me as if he simply
couldn't believe it were real.

"Sure.  Some things like the phone and laptop you need for school and to
stay in touch.  Other things are just nice to have when you need some fun."

We purchased everything and tossed it in the car before heading over to the
mall.  We'd been smart and only used the Mercedes SUV.  It attracts less
attention than the other vehicles, and when you're dumping tons of
purchases in it, you don't want people crawling all over your car to check
it out.

As we got into the mall to begin the next phase of `how much shit can we
buy', you could quickly see the difference in how the boys had been brought
up.  At the first store we entered, Blake was acting like we were at a
timed event to grab as much as you can, whereas Jimmy just waited patiently
with us.

"Don't you see anything you like?"  Colin asked him.

"I see tons, but I usually just wait until Mom picks out stuff for me, then
I go try it on.  This is all expensive clothes.  She doesn't let me get
stuff like this."

"Don't worry about the cost.  Just go find things you really like."

"I'll show you the good stuff," Blake said as he dragged Jimmy towards
clothes he thought were cool.  So instead of his Mom picking out his
clothes, now it was Blake's job.  Surprisingly, it didn't take Jimmy long
to get the hang of it.  Once we figured out what size he wore, he and Blake
were running to the change room together to try out several ensembles.
That's the high society word for outfits.  At one point, Blake came out of
the change room while Jimmy was in just his underwear.

"Hey!  Blake!!" He complained loudly.

"Chill bro.  It's not like you're naked.  Which reminds me Dad, we
seriously gotta get him some better underwear.  Those ugly briefs have got
to go, and I mean we burn them in the back yard, kinda go."

Colin lowered his voice a little.  "Blake, tone it down a bit.  You don't
want to treat Jimmy like everything he has or does is wrong.  Let him get
used to you slowly."

"Got it.  Dish out my awesomeness using the small spoon instead of a front
end loader," he grinned.  "What do you think of these?  Is it okay to mix
Tommy Hilfiger with Guess?  Is it too ostentatious to wear Supreme
underwear and Versace socks?

"Well first, is ostentatious your word of the day?  And second, you don't
have Versace socks.  What idiot would pay 300 bucks for socks?"  I asked.

Blake looked at Colin and almost giggled.

"What?  Sure, I Versace socks, but they sure as hell weren't $300.  I think
they were like $130...at the most."

I laughed.  God, I thought buying a three pack of socks for $50 was
expensive.  Even after all this time, I guess I still have stuff to learn
about having money.

"So, back to me," Blake said standing there looking at us.  "Should I only
wear one designer at a time?"

"No.  You can mix and match," Colin replied.  "Just don't do plaid with
stripes, and make the colours complement each other."

"Got it," he nodded and headed back to the change room with Jimmy.  It
wasn't long before we heard giggling from the younger one.  They both
reappeared smiling.

"What were you two up to?"  I asked.

"Nothing," Blake replied.  "I was just trying different stuff next to each
other to see how it looked."

"Yeah, and he was making funny voices.  "Like he held up the shirt and made
it talk to the pants.  He said hey, red and blue, you look very nice today,
and the shirt said hey black, you look pretty lovely yourself, would you
like to go out with me?"

"I was doing what you said, Colin.  I was making sure they complimented
each other first."

Colin just shook his head and rolled his eyes.  "This is gonna be a long
day."

The boys decided on several shirts, pants and jackets that they wanted, and
we bought those before heading to the next store for socks and underwear.
Fortunately that didn't require the change room, but both items needed to
be compared to the clothes they just bought to make sure they all went
together.  I'm pretty sure store security was on high alert as we pulled
clothes from our bags to check socks and underwear next to it.

"How come you like this kind of underwear, Blake?"  Jimmy asked as he
looked at the colourful trunk boxers.

 "You mean colour or style?"  Blake asked for clarification.

"Style mainly.  I like the colours.  I'm normally only allowed the regular
one colour underwear."

"I like two styles of underwear.  The trunk boxer and the boxer brief."

"What's the difference?"  Jimmy asked looking at the stuff in front of him.

"Trunk boxer has shorter legs than the boxer brief.  It's a little sexier
for when you're going out on a date where you know you're gonna get laid.
I like these better than the baggy boxers as it makes your package look
better.  You'll see what I mean when you get a package to show off."

Jimmy looked at us confused.

"He means once you've hit puberty and you have a bit more to stuff in your
underwear," I explained helpfully.  No need to sugar coat it with kid
speak.  Like when a little kid farts.  Parents go did you toot?  Seriously?
The dude farted.  Call it what it is.  An owie?  Really?  Going potty?  The
dude's gotta take a dump, or drain the main.  That might be a bit crude,
but what's wrong with asking if he has to go to the toilet, or the
washroom?  He'll be 12 and heading off to the potty to take care of his
owie while he toots.

"Yeah.  You DO NOT want to be wearing baggy boxers when you pop a mega
boner.  Trust me on that," Blake explained.  "You want underwear that'll
keep shit in there nice and tight."

"Cool.  Should I get this type too?"

"Yeah.  Might as well get used to them.  Trust me you'll like them way more
than those Wal-Mart bargain rags.  Bro, do me a favour.  Never, and I mean
never tell anyone you buy clothes at Wal-Mart.  Your rep would be over."

I coughed slightly to warn him.

"Oh.  I meant I think you'll find these a lot more comfortable.  Once you
get to puberty, you can wear loose boxers sometimes, or just go commando,
or naked, especially at home.  If you let your balls stay cooler, they make
more sperm, so you'll look more like a stud when it's time to bust one
out."

"Okay...let's keep the conversation appropriate for everyone," Colin
warned.

"It's okay Dad, there's no girls here," Blake replied looking around the
store.

"Well, some of you are a couple of years away from needing to know about
keeping your balls cool for date night," he replied.

Blake chuckled.  "He's talking about you dude.  Don't worry.  I'll teach
you that shit when you're ready.  But for now, these just look cool.  Make
sure any underwear you get has a wide waistband with the name clearly
visible.  You want that showing when you're shirtless."

"How come?"

"Shows your cool.  If you're just wearing Joe Boxer or some Value Village
shit, people will think you're some nerd.  Go in with some Dolce or Versace
and you'll rule.  Guess and Supreme are okay, but they're pretty main
stream.  How much were your black Versace ones, Colin?"

"Which ones?"

"The black trunk shorts with the gold Versace pattern on the waistband.
The ones I borrow sometimes."

"You borrow my Versace?" Colin asked surprised.  How can he be shocked by
that?  Blake pretty much uses our closet as his own personal store some
days.

"Sure.  Not all the time.  I have tons of my own for normal days.  How much
were they?"

"Around a hundred.  Hundred and ten maybe."

"When you're older and trying to get a girlfriend or a boyfriend, wear
those to impress.  Right now, you can get away with just some cool basic
brands.  You should have some black and grey, and a couple white.  Not a
lot though cause those show pee stains too easily.  That would also kill
your rep.  I'll teach you when to wear white."

"Never after labour day though," I said, trying to be helpful.

"That only applies to pants," Colin said as he put his arm around me, "but
at least you're trying, babe."

"Get colorful ones for days when you have gym.  That way the other guys
will see them when you're changing and you'll be the coolest guy in the
room."

Jimmy just smiled as he listened to his big brother spouting valuable life
lessons at him.  The boys grabbed at least a dozen pair of underwear for
Jimmy and a few for Blake as well.  This trip would be a lot cheaper if
we'd left Blake...and Colin...at home.  He was buying almost as much as the
boys.  God knows why.  He has tons of amazing clothes.  Now if we could
find designer clothes with cars on them, he'd probably have several orgasms
in a row.

Socks were next and those also had valuable lessons to learn.  Like making
sure the pattern meant something, or tied in with something else he was
wearing.  Others were just to be worn to be funny, while others could only
be worn with shorts.  It's a whole sock culture apparently.  I've only
recently started into designer socks.  Mostly I'm fine with the sport
socks, which Jimmy agreed with, but both of us were shot down with rapid
fire by both Blake and Colin.

Oh, I see how this is gonna go now that we have two kids.  Colin will get
Blake to mold into the upper-class fashion forward `look at me' type, while
I'll get Jimmy to keep more grounded in reality.  But they'll both be the
type that can draw people to them and have plenty of good friends.  And it
pretty much goes without saying, that they'll be studs in bed.  That they
get from me.  Their looks they'll probably get from Colin, or at least
their well toned bodies.  Their eyes they still get from my side of the
family.

We hit several more stores, and were carrying so much stuff that I wondered
if we should hire a mall Sherpa.  They have those don't they?  I mean if
you can find guys to haul all your crap up to the top of Everest, surely
you can find some to carry your stuff around a mall.  We made a pit stop to
the car and the food court before making a final stop to get shoes.
Apparently, according to the fashion gurus we had with us, the only place
to get shoes was Nordstrom's.  Sarcasmically speaking, I guess it makes
more sense to pay 30% extra there than at Foot Locker or Sport Chek.  We
were barely in the shoe section before Blake was pulling brands and style
for Jimmy.  He had at least 8 very different shoes laid out by the time he
stopped.

"Which one should I get?"  Jimmy asked as he looked at them all, and then
at Blake.  He seemed to have accepted that Blake was the go to source for
all things shopping.

"All of them.  You gotta get a variety, dude.  Like you need Nike Air Max
270's for sure.  Those are like everyday shoes.  A pair of classic retro
Vans is good for non-sport days.  Then you need a pair of Doc Martin boots.
Those you wear when you're out to impress some new girl, or boy.  The Chuck
Taylor Converse is a good overall sneaker that you can really wear the shit
out of.  You gotta have a classy pair of runners that look like leather.
The DC shoe low top is good.  Then you need a pair that say `look at me,
I'm a catch and I'm amazing in bed'.

"They have shoes that say that?"  I asked frowning slightly.

"Yeah. These," he said holding up a multi-coloured pair of slip-on canvas
shoes that looked a lot like Vans.  "Gucci Donald Duck series."

I took a look at them and almost choked.  "Blake.  These are over $800.
He'll outgrow them in six months."

"No he won't.  We get them one size too big and they'll last longer.  I'm
getting a pair for myself, so it'll be cool if we both go out in them
together."

"You're not serious about buying shoes that are $800 are you.  I'd wait
until you stop growing before you buy shoes that expensive."  See, I'm
getting better at this.  Normally I would just tell him he's an idiot for
wanting shoes that pricey.

"Dad, I'll wear them out way sooner than I'd outgrow them.  You'd buy
these, wouldn't you Colin?"

"Of course.  Those are pretty fly."

"Fly?  Really Dad?  That's not woke, that's cringey."

Even I knew `fly' wasn't a thing.  Jimmy just giggled a bit as he looked
over the shoes.

"Actually I like these," Colin said as he picked up a pair of Gucci Ace
Sneakers.  They were white leather with a red/grey strip on the side.
"What do you think, Justin?"

"Those look pretty sweet.  I mean I like the colorful ones, but these just
look classier," I said as I took the shoe from Colin to look it over.  I
tried not react as I saw the price tag at $850.  Some kid in a sweatbox in
Cambodia is getting a handful of rice and beans to make these, while George
Gucci, or whatever the designer's name is, is deciding which new yacht to
add to his flotilla.

I barely had time to catch my breath when Blake almost ran to another pair
of shoes.  "Hell yeah!  These are mine, baby!  Givenchy!!  Wait...these are
what we should all get," he said holding up another pair.  "These are like
those one you have Colin, but with Donald Duck on the side, which is both
cool for adults and kids.  Jimmy.  You'd rock this shit at school.  Do you
like these?"

"Yeah.  I like them better than the other slip-on type.  Those always fall
off when you run too fast," Jimmy reasoned.

"Cool.  Okay.  We'll put the slip-on ones back and take these.  Colin, you
agree that we should all get matching shoes?"

Colin smiled at him.  "Sure.  I think we can all agree that these are
fashion forward for all ages.  Justin?"

I shrugged. "Sure, why not?  $800 shoes for everyone!"  I think I was being
sarcastic, but none of the other three seemed to catch it.

"These are actually $900," Blake announced as he put the shoe with our
growing collection.  Sure why not.  900 bucks for shoes is a sane thing,
right?  Anyone?  Bueller.  Bueller.  "Check these Givenchy, Dad."

Blake handed Colin a pair of bright orange sneakers that could just as
easily have been Nike for all I knew.  I seriously doubt Blake even knows
the Givenchy brand.  He just saw something colourful and was drawn to it.
Like a crow to shiny objects.

"Nice.  I'm guessing you like these because of the name, not the style?"
Colin asked as he looked them over.

"Kinda, yeah.  I mean who in my school is gonna have Givenchy, right?"

"No one.  All the other parents are probably sane, and spend $800 on food
for their kid for the whole year," I replied.  I think they thought I was
just talking out loud to myself.

"If you want to look the part, then these are the shoes you should get,"
Colin said as he took Blake over to a pair of black and gold sneakers,
putting the orange ones down.

"Oh fuck yeah!  Orgamsic!!" Blake exclaimed, almost a little too loudly.
"Check these out Jimmy.  Fucking Prada!  Yeah.  These are my jam.  These
will go wicked with my new pants."

"Which ones?"  Colin inquired.

"The black cropped pants that are shorter in the leg to show off the socks.
I wear the Donald Duck blue and yellow socks with these shoes and that's
the look that'll set my school on fire!"

"That would be a hot look.  A strong shirt with the sleeves partially
rolled up to show off a black and gold bracelet and your Apple watch,"
Colin nodded. "With your hair properly styled and your features, I can see
that look on a runaway in Milan."

"Done.  I'll be so hot that even the teacher would want to fuck me."

He raced off with Jimmy to check out more shoes as Colin returned to put
his arm around me.  "Don't you love shopping?"

"I might have a panic attack at the price of these shoes.  Are you
seriously encouraging this?"

"Why not.  Let the boys have some fun for a bit."

"Jimmy almost seems overwhelmed at it all.  Are $800 shoes really an
example of good parenting?"

"No, but once in a while it never hurts to splurge a little.  The good news
is that not all the shoes are $800."

"True.  Those Nike's he picked out are only 200 bucks.  You do realize that
we can get them at Sport Chek for $155, right?"

"It's easier to buy everything at once.  I'm guessing if you think $800 is
a lot for shoes, I shouldn't tell you how much the Prada's are."

"No, you probably shouldn't.  Although we are buying the Gucci at $900, so
nothing will surprise me.  How much are they?"

"thirteen fifty," he said moving away from me slightly.

"One thousand three hundred and fifty...dollars?"  I said staring at him.
"Okay, I'm using my power of attorney to have you committed.  You're
clearly insane."

"You do know we can afford it, right?  I spent 20 million on a car and it
didn't get this kind of reaction."

"Of course not.  I'm guessing all those cars you buy appreciate in value as
they're collector items.  Buying shoes for a kid whose feet grow faster
than an erection at a porn convention, doesn't seem like a smart
investment."

"When he outgrows them, we save them for Jimmy next.  Even if he wears them
out, just wait until you see the whole look put together.  He'll set the
gold standard for fashion in his age group.  I was thinking earlier that we
should have his agent set up a photoshoot and get some new publicity
pictures for him anyway."

"Sure, because nothing says own to earth, easy to work with actor, than a
14 year old wearing Prada sneakers."

"Exactly.  Now you're getting it," Colin grinned as we headed to the boys.

I don't think I get it at all.  "How's that exactly?"  I asked.

"He's a kid appearing to spend everything he has on clothes and fashion.
Means he needs to work to keep up the appearance, so he'll do whatever it
takes.  I'm thinking some of the shots can have a car or two in the
background."

"Makes sense.  Make him look like the typical Canadian teenager.  Very
strong image."

"Definitely."

I think I get where Blake's lack of sarcasm understanding comes from.

We grabbed a salesman who seemed slightly skeptical that we were buying all
these shoes, mostly for a ten-year-old.  One by one we were sized for each
shoe, until eventually we had our collection complete.  By the time we were
done, the bill on this was going to be more than a lot of people pay for a
new car.  If the salesman gets commission, he might be off to buy one after
work.

"Let's check out men's wear while we're here," Blake suggested.

"Sounds good to me.  Can't wait to see the price of socks and underwear
here," I mumbled under my breath.

"You might not want to subject yourself to that," Colin warned with a smile
as he held my hand.

You could almost smell the burning the price tags were doing to your wallet
as you arrived at the men's department.  Blake and Jimmy were off to check
out everything from skinny jeans to Canada Goose jackets.  Colin and I
checked out some stuff of our own, and when he began gathering a few
things, I knew we were in for another hefty bill.

"Check this shit out," Blake said as he ran over to us.  Both boys sporting
baseball caps in black and grey.  "How cool is this one, Colin?  The
Versace logo.  Totally epic baseball cap.  Oh, I got one for you too," he
grinned as he handed one over.  "It's Burberry.  I know you have some of
that brand at home."

"It's nice," he said taking it to have a look at.  "I'm not usually a
baseball hat guy though.  Burberry is better when it's more subtle."

"Yeah.  That's what I thought.  How about this hat, then?" he asked lifting
up the other one.  "It's from Rag and Bone."

"Never heard of it," I said quickly.

"Dad, you've barely heard of Nike," Blake responded.  I've heard of Nike;
in case anyone cares.

"A fedora.  Nice," Colin said putting it on.  "Everyone looks good in a
fedora.  What type of hat do you have, Jimmy?"

"It's a baseball cap from...uhhh..."  he said taking it off to look at it.

"Versace.  It's like mine, just in grey and with a slightly different logo.
We got you a hat too, Justin," he said handing me a gray Canada Goose
toque."

I tried it on and got a grin from all of them.  "You look good in a
beanie," Colin nodded.

"Uh, okay, American boy.  It's a toque where we come from."

"Well it looks good on you.  The blond hair sticking out from under it,
makes you look like a total surfer boy."

"Excellent.  Now all I'd need is to actually learn to surf.  Never thought
of myself as a toque guy, but it doesn't look that bad," I agreed as I
looked in the mirror.

"We even made sure to get you one on sale as I know you don't like to spend
tons on clothes.  It's 20% off."

"That seems like a good deal," I replied as I pulled it off to check the
label.  "What's 20% off $160?"

"No, that's the sale price already," Blake explained.

"Oh," I said trying not to react.  Seriously?  $160 bucks for a toque.
Someone, somewhere, is really fucking with us.

"It's a good price. Your hat was 40% off, Colin.  Normally like $300.  It's
on sale for $180."

"I appreciate that, Blake," Colin replied, "But I'm not really a hat guy.
You can take those back."

"No problem.  Just is case you were wondering, me and Jimmy's hats weren't
on sale.  We looked for some but they didn't have any we liked.  They're
only about 500 bucks though.  Well, mine is $550, and Jimmy's is $490.  I
just averaged them."

The boys took off to find more things at insane prices.  I could already
sese the TV ads.  Some guy in a plaid suit screaming into the camera.
`Come on down to crazy Uncle Nordies!  We have the highest prices in town.
Guaranteed.  If you can find it for more somewhere else, we'll match it! No
questions asked.  Need a toothpick?  We have them for just six easy
payments of $19.99.  But that's not all, act now and we'll throw in a pair
of shoes for just $1300, plus handling.  Don't delay!  At these prices we
always have plenty of stock on hand, but these prices won't last long.
They may go up without notice.  Bring your bank statement and black credit
card to ensure you receive our full attention.'  I shouldn't joke as they
probably have that.  When we caught back up to the boys, after actually
picking out a several items for ourselves, they were pawing though the
jeans, being glared down by the sales people and probably a half dozen
security cameras.

"Why don't you just get these jeans?  They're already pre-ripped and only
$1800," I suggested sarcastically.

Blake laughed.  "That's crazy, Justin."

Now, he's getting it.

"Those are girl's skinny jeans."

I was so close.

"Nah.  I don't like any of these jeans and they're underwear is way too
dangerous."

"Dangerous?  How is underwear dangerous.  You have assless ones at home.
Nothing more dangerous than those," I said.

"That's what you think.  Most of them say Saxx on them.  You just know
you'll get bagged all day long if they see that.  Saxx, huh?  Okay! Wham,
you're getting it in the nuts.  Someone didn't think that through," he
laughed.  "Oh me and Jimmy found Canada Goose jackets we like.  They're not
like a heavy winter jacket; we wouldn't need those. We don't live in the
Arctic, or Saskatchewan.  I like the blue and orange patterned one, and
Jimmy likes the blue and white one.  We already found our sizes."

"I already told Blake that we got jackets at the other place," Jimmy
explained quickly.

"It's okay.  You can have more than one jacket," I replied.  Now I'm
beginning to sound like Colin.  "Anyway, these are more like thick hoodies.
Everyone needs hoodies."  I snuck a look at the price just for the fun of
it.  I was braced for something like $200, but when I saw they were almost
$700 each, I gave up.  I grabbed a jacket I liked, which was the same
brand, but in what they called the Forester style, in a grey/green/black
camo.  Why not?  When I finally go insane, I can hide in the woods off the
grid waiting with my AK for the zombies to arrive.  Wonder if Amazon sells
AK's, and do they overnight if I'm a Prime member?  You'd probably have to
go to Amazon.com instead of .ca.  Only question is would they make it
across the border without being delivered to you by the RCMP?

"That totally looks cool with your toque," Blake exclaimed with Jimmy
agreeing.  "You might not be that old yet, Dad."

We made our way to the counter with our stuff, and I was almost surprised
when Colin pulled out his credit card.  I figured it would have melted from
all shoe purchases.  We could barely carry everything as we headed back to
the car and stuffed it all in.

I was going to try and figure out how much we'd spent today, but I don't
think my calculator goes that high.  We began a mad scramble to get
everything into the right rooms, before the boys rushed downstairs to grab
a drink.

"What's next, boys?"  Colin asked.

"We're gonna unpack everything.  Put the clothes away first and then set up
all the electronics."

"Do you want some help?"  I asked.

"Not with the clothes.  But we might need some when we set up all the other
stuff.  We can play some video games later if you guys wanna challenge us."

"Sounds good to me.  How about we meet you boys in Jimmy's bedroom as soon
as we put our stuff away?"

"Cool," Blake said as the two brothers took off.

"I'd say that went well," Colin smiled as he hugged me.  "He'll feel more
at home with things around him that are his."

"Will he, though?  I mean we just bought him tens of thousands of dollars
of stuff that he's never even seen before.  Would that actually say home?"

"Good point.  Well it'll at least keep him busy while they set it all up
and have some fun bonding over it."

We gave the boys some time alone, and by the time we got to Jimmy's room,
it looked like they'd been home invaded.  Stuff was everywhere.  Bags,
boxes, labels, receipts, electronics.  There might not have been a single
free space in the entire room.

"Boys.  How about we put some stuff where it goes and maybe tidy up the
garbage so you don't lose anything?" I suggested.

"We are Dad," Blake replied.  "We're getting everything unpacked first so
we know where things go.  Clothes are all on the bed.  Electronics are down
here, and room stuff is over by the bunk beds.  Don't worry. I have a
system."

"And these socks are piled in with the garbage because?"  Colin asked
picking up a pair.

"Because we haven't got to them yet.  They go on the bed after we get all
the tags and plastic tie things off.  Toss me the scissors."

"Or preferably...hand you the scissors."

"If that's easier.  You could just run them over to me if you wish."

"Testing the limits again, huh?"  I smirked.  Like I'm gonna run with
scissors.  I tossed them over to him instead.  Colin just gave me a dirty
look.  What?  It's not like I'm arranging a scissor and machete throwing
competition for later.

We helped them get things put away and dump the garbage, before turning our
attention to helping set up the video game and VR systems.  Once those were
up and running, we played with them for a while before leaving the boys on
their own.

"I have a feeling that from now on if we need to find anyone, they'll be in
Jimmy's room on the VR games," Colin said as we returned downstairs.

"No kidding.  I've never been a huge video game guy, but I could easily
play that for days," I agreed.

"We'll just have to make sure the boys don't obsess over it to the
exclusion of everything else."

"Agreed.  Something like that could become an addiction."

A short while later the boys came down to join us and asked if they could
make something to eat.

"You don't need to ask.  Just get whatever you want when you're hungry," I
replied.

"That's what I told Jimmy, but he said at his other house, he wasn't
allowed to eat before dinner as it would ruin his appetite," Blake
revealed.  "I told him that we could eat whenever."

"True.  I've never seen a boy yet who wouldn't be hungry when food was put
in front of him.  You can help yourself to anything you want."

"All three places sure have different rules.  I'm gonna get confused trying
to remember them all," Jimmy said.

"You only need to remember the rules here because this is your home now,"
Blake blurted out before we could respond more sensitively.

Jimmy sat down and looked at us.  "How come I got thrown out?  Was it
because did something wrong?  I promised Uncle Steve and Layne I wouldn't
say nothing about running around naked, and I didn't.  So how come I can't
go home?"

I felt for him.  There was never going to be an easy way to do this, but it
sure could have been better than this. I imagined a world where everyone
would stay in his life so he could be less traumatized, but I guess that
wasn't to be.

"No, you did nothing wrong, and it's definitely not because you ran around
without clothes.  Blake does it all the time and no one cares."

"It's true, dude," Blake agreed.  "It's pretty normal.  Just some adults
have different rules than others."

"You're here because Blake is your real brother and you just lost each
other for a while because of your memory.  Your Mom and Dad, Charles and
Vanessa, were just a temporary Mom and Dad while the social worker people
tried to find out who you were.  Now they did, and you're back where you
should have always been."

"But neither of you are my real parents, right?"

"Birth parents, no," Colin answered honestly.  "They were in the same fire
that you were, but they didn't make it out like you did.  Justin is your
cousin, and I'm married to him.  So technically both Blake and Justin are
related to you by blood.  You know what that means?"

"Sure.  It means me and Blake have the same parents originally.  He said we
also had a big sister, but she didn't get out of the fire that I was in."

"That's what we understand too," I replied.  `Last thing we need to do is
definitively say she's dead only to find her living in a convent or working
the streets of East Vancouver.  I see either extreme.  "Do you have any
memory of her?"

"No.  I only remember going to live with Mom, Dad and Layne.  Not sure what
happened before that.  I never knew I had something before that," he said
quietly.

"Dad, he doesn't know he lost his memory, because he can't remember," Blake
offered helpfully.

"Thanks," I said rolling my eyes at him.  "They told you your real name as
soon as they found out who you were, right?"

"Right.  John Tyler Jones.  I don't think that sounds like me though.  They
used to call me John Doe when I was first found, so they kinda knew my
first name, but they said I could pick another name if I wanted so I picked
Jimmy."

"You remember when I first met you, you told me that everyone called you
J.J.?"

"Yeah," he said, now sniffing and looking at us with a bit of a runny nose.
The emotions were beginning to bubble to the surface.  Snot bubble to the
surface that is.

"Well, you know that might be part of your memory having come back.  Being
that your real name is John Jones, that could be why you liked J.J."

"Yeah?"  He said as if a small tiny light bulb flickered in his head.  I
reached over for a tissue and handed it to him.  He blew his nose and
handed it back.  Okay...gross, but I guess it's better than having to
change diapers.  That is the ultimate gross.  I tossed it on the table
beside us.

"Would I be allowed to be called J.J.?"  He asked.

"You can be called whatever you want.  It's your name.  Is that what you'd
prefer?"

"Yeah.  Maybe it could stand for Jimmy John instead of John Jones though,"
he reasoned.

"I'm okay with that.  Blake?"

"J.J. it is," he grinned.  "Justin's other brother, my uncle who you
haven't met yet, is Jean Paul, but he goes by J.P., so we'd have a J.P. and
a J.J.  I should be B.N for Blake Nicholas."

"If you're anything you're B.S.," I teased, getting a little giggle out of
J.J., and a finger from Blake.

"Colin would be C.T. and you'd be J.C.," Blake continued.

"I'd stop before we all get confused.  Okay, Jimmy.  From now on we'll call
you J.J.  for Jimmy John."

He smiled and looked at me.  "J.J. Campbell.  I like that better than John
Doe.  I'm not a deer."

Blake laughed, causing us all to look at him.  "John Deer...as in farm
equipment.  Dude, you could be rich if you owned all that, and ride cool
tractors to school."

"Could the J.J. stand for other names if I wanted it to?"

"Sure, like what," I asked.

"Like Jayce Jaxson?"

Blake laughed.  "Dude.  That is the coolest name EVER!  That's like a
celebrity name.  You wouldn't even need a last name.  Just some wicked
clothes, a trendy haircut and some sunglasses."  He stood up, flipped his
hair and slowly walked away.  Then stopped, turn his head sharply to look
at us.  "Jaxson.  Jayce Jaxson."  Then he continued to walk off into the
sunset slowly, before running back to us.  "Dude, you gotta do it.  That is
a wicked hot name, and we could still call you J.J.  Try it out."

Jimmy was grinning proudly that Blake seemed to like it so much. He jumped
off the chair and copied exactly what Blake had done.  When he turned and
said "Jaxson.  Jayce Jackson, I almost peed myself.  Blake banged the
counter and yelled a loud `YES!'

The last name definitely had to change from Campbell, but we had time for
that.  For now, having him pick a new name was important to let him feel
like he was creating his own identity.  Not one from before or after the
accident, but one for his new life.  I think the J.J. connection from Jimmy
John to Jayce Jaxson would work for him. (I resisted the urge to do a hair
flip and `Zoolander blue steel' move.)

Jimmy ran and sat down again.  It was nice to see him this excited.

"So are we calling you J.J. now?"  Blake asked officially.

"Yep.  That'll be my nickname, if that's cool with everyone."

"I think it's gonna be cool with everyone," Colin smiled, as he encouraged
him.  "Everyone, meet J.J."

"Jaxson, Jayce Jaxson," Blake added almost seductively.  Yeah, we're gonna
have a lot of that, aren't we?

"Can I ask you guys something?"

"Sure.  Anything, anytime," I assured him.

"Do you think my Mom and Dad would let me go back home if I can prove I can
behave?"

Blake just froze where he was and I swallowed hard before looking at Colin
who was equally paused in place.  "Buddy, you didn't misbehave.  I promise.
Everyone just wanted you re-united with your real brother again.  You two
lived together in the same house for seven years.  It's just because of
your memory loss that you forgot him.  Maybe the more he tells you things
about your past life, the more you'll eventually remember.  Charles and
Vanessa were trying to help by taking you in and giving you a place to
live, but they didn't know about your past.  They would want you to
remember too.  It's just they got attached to you and didn't want you to go
so soon.  It's not because you did something wrong."

"Then how come the police had to arrest me?"

"They didn't arrest you.  They escorted you to make sure nothing happened
to you," I lied.  "You know how they protect the president, or prime
minister, or a king?  To make sure they stay safe.  That's all the police
were doing.  You're very important and they wanted to make sure you arrived
here safely."

"Oh brother," Blake said under his breath, barely loud enough for me to
here.  I just glared at him and he shrugged with a little grin.

"Do you understand?"  Colin asked quietly.

"Yeah.  I think so.  I just have to wait until I get some memories before I
can go home again.  Can I use my new phone to call Layne?  He's probably
wondering what happened to me."

"I set up his phone already, and I put all the numbers of everyone who
lives here in it.  I could put Layne's in if that's okay with you."

"How about I check with Layne first to make sure it's okay with him?"  I
suggested.  "Give me your phone Layne and I'll give him a call to make sure
he's in a place where he can talk to you."  Basically, I wanted to make
sure his parents weren't around if we let Jimmy...J.J. Facetime with him.

He handed over his phone and unlocked it so I could text Layne.

`Layne, it's Justin. U free?'

`u got a new number?'

`no.  this is Jimmy's number now.  R u free to Facetime?'

`yeah.  give me ten seconds.'

Almost right away, the phone rang with the Facetime request.  I answered it
and he was smiling at me.  "So you got Jimmy a phone.  Dude, will be
stoked.  He's been asking for one for ages, but he's never been allowed.
How's he doing?  I heard about the shit that went down.  Harsh.  I'm kinda
pissed off about it.  My parents said the courts were being bought by
radical extremists determined to destroy the family fabric of our society.

"Sounds right.  Except for the whole courts being bought by radical
extremists to destroy families.  Listen, Jimmy is feeling a bit homesick at
the moment and asked to talk to you.  I just wanted to make sure your
parents weren't around when we call.  That's the last thing we need."

"No.  It's cool.  I'm at home, but they're out.  I'd love to talk to him if
you think it'd help."

"I think it will.  I'll take the phone to him."  I walked back to the guys
where I handed the phone to Jimmy.

"HEY LAYNE!!" he said grinning from ear to ear.

"Hey little brother.  How's it hanging?"

"Ummm...down and to the left?" He replied more as a question.

"Exactly!  Nice.  So how's life in the mansion?"

"It's kinda cool, Layne.  I have my own bedroom with three beds, and I can
sleep in any of them.  Even Blake's room has two giant beds.  We could pile
tons of people in there."

"I'm sure he does," Layne laughed knowingly.

"Hey check out my new shoes!" He said putting the phone down to show off
his Nike Airs.

"Sweet kicks bro.  Are those the 270's?"

Jimmy looked at Blake, who nodded.  "Yeah.  I got others too.  One has
Donald duck on it, and we all got matching ones.  You should get some too,
although Mom and Dad probably wouldn't buy them as they cost like a million
dollars."

"That's some pretty expensive shoes," Layne laughed.  Let see him laugh
like that when he finds out they almost were that price.

"Yeah, we also got this phone and new computer and some video games.  You
gotta play the cool one with me.  It's a VR system where you wear glasses
and it's like you're there in the game."

"You got that?  Whoa, those are sweet.  Hopefully I'll get to come over to
play it with you.  Are you being good at your new house?"

"Yeah.  I think so.  They have different rules than Mom and Dad, and even
different rules from Uncle Steve, but I'm learning.  I have to be good
though so I don't get thrown out of here too.  I wouldn't know where I'd
live if that happened."

"You didn't really get thrown out, buddy.  It's just grown-up crap.  One
day we'll be grown up and we can make the rules to make sure we don't do
the same stupid things.  Dude, I miss you tons, but trust me, you're gonna
love it there if you give it a chance.  Did you see all the cars they
have?"

"Yeah.  Have you been here before, Layne?"  He asked.

"Ummm...I've had a chance to learn about your new house, as I wanted to be
sure you were gonna be okay there," he answered diplomatically.  "Other
than all the cars, what's your favorite part?"

"Everything.  It's pretty cool here, but I think it's funny that I got two
toilets in my own bathroom, and it doesn't even have a door on it.  If I
have friends over, they're gonna have to plug their ears if I have to
poop."

"And their noses.  I've used the bathroom after you.  Hope it has a good
fan in there," he joked.

"It does," he said accepting the insult.

"When can I see you again, Layne?"

"Soon I hope buddy, but that's up to the adults to sort out.  But if I were
you, I'd just have a kick ass time at your new house.  Live the dream bro.
Live the dream.  You should get some sleep though as I'm sure all that new
shit is wearing you out fast."

"Yeah.  I'm super tired.  We did tons of shopping and playing video games.
Plus I have lots of new clothes for when I go back to school."

"Nice."

"I had to sleep in Blake's room last night because I kinda got scared being
in a house this big by myself.  I sort of freaked out last night, but it
got better when I moved into Blake's bed while Justin and Colin used the
other one to make sure I wasn't alone."

"That's cool.  See.  That what I told you.  Big brothers will always be
there to protect you from anything.  Blake will be like that too."

"Yeah.  He's been pretty nice to me so far.  Okay, I guess I should go
Layne.  Here's Justin back again.  Bye!" he waved and handed me the phone.
I headed out of earshot of the others.

"Thanks Layne.  Hopefully that will allow him to relax a bit."

"I really do miss him, Justin. This whole thing sucks.  I'm kinda mad at
everyone right now.  Jimmy is getting a shitty deal out of all this."

"I understand that, but we're trying to make it as easy as possible for
him."

"I heard.  All having a sleepover together huh?" He grinned as he lifted up
the side of his shirt to show me his stomach and nipple.  "Wonder when I'll
get to sleepover again?"  He teased as he stood up and popped the top of
his pants and slowly lowered the zipper.

"Keep doing that and I'll dive through the screen to get to you."

He put the phone closer to his face and lowered his voice.  "I'm seriously
horny right now.  I'm definitely not getting laid enough.  Now that my Mom
and Dad don't have Jimmy around, they're starting to focus more on me.
That's the last thing I need.  I'd rather be hanging with Darcy."

"I'm sure you would," I grinned as I watched him slide his hand into his
underwear and slowly pull out his cock. "Layne.  That's being a tease.  You
know all I wanna do is bend you over and fuck that tight little ass of
yours now, don't you?"

"And I need my ass pounding.  The way shit is going, I'm thinking of taking
Darcy over to my uncle's so I can have sex time with him."

"You know if you do that, Steve will be the one monopolizing sex time,
right.  He'll see Darcy's unreal ass and that'll be the last time you get
to use it.  He'll fuck him unconscious."

"So true," he nodded as he had his entire package out stroking it for me to
see clearly.  That boy was obviously not getting enough as he was already
leaking pre-cum and he'd barely begun.  Suddenly his head shot to the
right.  "God Damn it!  Parents are home.  I gotta go," he said scrambling
to put his dick away.  "Fuck ya later.  Bye," he almost whispered, giving a
big smile before the screen went black.

I went back to the guys where the discussion was underway about bed time.
"You think you'd okay sleeping by yourself tonight?"  Colin asked.

"I dunno," Jimmy replied looking at the ground, which would indicate he
wasn't but didn't feel like admitting it.

"I think Blake might like it if you wanted to be in his room again, if
that's something you'd want," he offered.

"Yeah.  I liked it last night."

"Me too.  Did you ever sleep in the same bed with Layne?" Blake asked.

"Yeah.  Lots.  Only at Uncle Steve's though.  At my parents house I wasn't
allowed to as they said boys don't sleep in the same bed."

"Sure they do.  Those are the best type of sleepovers where you can whisper
to each other and hide under the covers together," I smiled.

"I should probably go to bed early too, Dad.  We have tons to talk about."

"Sounds good to me.  Yell if you need help at all."

"Good night Dad," Blake said as he hugged me.  I think that was for his
brother's benefit.

J.J. copied him.  "Good night Justin and Colin.  Thanks for the fun day."

"You're welcome, and I'm sure we'll have plenty more ahead," Colin replied.
The boys ran off upstairs and I leaned in to hug Colin.

"Another day done. I think that one went well," I said as I felt his warmth
against me.

He put his arm around my waist.  `I'd say so.  Seems the advice of keeping
him busy is working so far, but that stuff about being arrested and brought
over here, I think is a sign of things to come.  He still hasn't
comprehended that this is home now and he's not going back.  You're the
psychologist, how do they recommend handling this?"

"Honestly?  I don't know, but I could ask the professor.  I'm sure he'd
know.  I'll inquire tomorrow."

"Good.  I have a feeling we're gonna need to tell him something before he
has a homesick meltdown."

"Agreed.  Maybe you and I could go on a long trip for a few months and
leave Blake to deal with it.  After all, J.J. is his brother."

"You're really not getting your money's worth out of those University
classes, are you?" he joked as we headed to the great room.

"Sure I am.  I've met tons of cute boys and figured out who I want for my
new experimental therapy sessions.  I call it the Justin probe."

"The Justin probe?  Do I even want to know?"

"Sure.  You can be my test patient.  It's pretty simple actually.  I just
fuck the stupid out of them, over and over and over again until they're
cured."

"Had a feeling it would be something like that," Colin nodded as we both
grabbed our laptops.  We stayed up for a few more hours before heading
upstairs to bed.  As we passed Blake's room, we heard the boys giggling and
laughing together, while obviously trying to keep quiet.  If this had been
any other situation, we might have gone in to tell them to get some sleep,
but for now, it's best to let them bond.

"Sounds like the boys aren't going to sleep anytime soon," I said to Colin
as soon as we closed our bedroom door.

"At least they're getting along for now.  That's a good sign," Colin
acknowledged as we headed to the bathroom to brush our teeth before hitting
the bed.  Both of us were a little mentally drained from the whole day, so
sex didn't last that long and neither of us came at all.  I think we fell
asleep while playing with each other.  Morning is gonna be a wild bang
fest...I can hope.

I was startled awake and almost shot out of bed.  Colin had a similar
reaction as someone yelled at us...loudly.

"Morning, Dads," Blake grinned as he stood at the bottom of our bed with
J.J. beside him.

"Jesus, Blake.  Quieter is better," I scolded.

"How would that be funny?"  He asked as I looked at him better once my
vision kicked in properly.  He was holding a tray of food and moved around
beside the bed once we were sitting up.  "We made you breakfast in bed.
J.J. thought it would be a good way to say thank you for the shopping trip
yesterday."

"That was a nice," Colin replied as Blake handed me the tray and I put it
between Colin and I.  The two boys scrambled onto the bed with us.

"Are you guys gonna eat all that?  We made tons in case you were hungry,"
Blake said as they watched us take a sip of the coffee.

"I'm guessing you'd like some too?"  Colin grinned, as he looked at the
boys drooling at us like starving wolves. "Help yourself."

The boys quickly grabbed at the pile of bacon and toast to make sandwiches.
We all ate breakfast in bed with the boys sharing our orange juice.  They
weren't so much into the coffee.  Once we were done, Blake put the tray on
the floor and the boys scrambled under the covers between us.

"So?  What are we doing today?  What about taking J.J. to Bare Island."

"That's more a weekend type activity," Colin replied quickly.

"Yeah, thought so," Blake said nodding.  "Probably the same as taking the
plane up, huh?

"Probably.  That requires a bit of advance planning for the pilots," he
agreed.

"Could we take out some cars then?  Maybe drive around.  J.J.'s never
ridden in any of them before."

"That sounds like a good idea," Colin nodded.  "J.J. how about you pick out
two cars that you like and we'll take them both out.  Depending on the car,
we might only be able to fit two in each one, but we can switch around so
you ride in both."

"Sure.  Cool," he said beaming.  "I've never been in super cool cars like
that before."

"Once I get my license, I can drive you to school and we can take road
trips.  We can take a different car out each day and impress your friends."

"They like cars too.  Maybe I could bring them over one day so they could
see all of them?" He asked sounding unsure.

"Of course.  Bring all your friends over," Blake offered.  "They could go
swimming or hit the bowling alley.  Make a whole party day of it."

"Wicked.  Is it okay to do stuff like that, Justin and Colin?"

"Perfectly okay.  Friends are always welcome here.  Have you guys had your
showers yet?" I asked.

"No.  We wanted to make breakfast for you before you woke up," Blake
explained.  "We wanted to surprise you."

"Mission accomplished.  My heart is still racing from the wakeup scare," I
announced.

Blake put his head against my chest to listen.  "Yeah, sounds like it's on
it's last legs.  I guess you're almost done, Justin," he giggled, then
lifted up the covers to look underneath.  "Killed your morning boner too.
This really is the end, huh?"

I grabbed the covers from him and pushed them back down as he sat up.

"Told you they sleep naked too.  J.J. was worried last night because I
didn't wear underwear to sleep in.  He thought you might not be okay with
it and I'd get in trouble.  I told him it's just a normal big guy thing."

"I did it too," J.J. admitted, obviously not wanting to be identified as a
little kid around Blake.

"Sleep in whatever you want, J.J.," Colin told him.  "If you're more
comfortable in pyjamas, lounge pants, or underwear, then don't listen to
anyone else, and sleep the way makes you the happiest."

"Okay.  Thanks.  It depends on how I'm feeling.  If I'm sad, sometimes I
like to sleep without clothes and cuddle with Layne or Uncle Steve.
They're nice and warm, so it makes me feel better.  Other times, I like my
underwear or pyjamas.  Sometimes my comfy pants too."

"Whatever you feel like, just know that it's your choice," Colin added.

J.J. just smiled as we all sat there.

"Well I guess we can't get on with our day until we actually get out of
bed," Colin announced.  "We all need showers and teeth brushed.  What if we
take the cars you pick up to Whistler for the day?  We can ride the gondola
and then come back for dinner.  We'll let you guys decide on where to eat.
Pick someplace other than McDonald's."

"You ever been to Fatburger?"  Blake asked his brother. J.J. just shook his
head.  "Fatburger it is then.  You'll love it."

"Fatburger," I grinned, looking at Colin.

"Fatburger," he nodded.

"Okay, head off to the showers, boys," I said.

"We're just waiting for you to move so we can get out," Blake replied.

"Why?  You climbed in here without us moving," I reasoned.

"Yeah, but we're under the covers now.  It's easier to slide out than to
crawl over everything, unless you just wanna see my butt," he said giving
me one of his evil smiles.

"No, no one wants to see that," I said sounding disgusted at the idea, when
in fact he actually had a really cute ass, especially when framed in his
designer underwear.

I slid out of bed and stood up.  The boys followed me out and ran off to
their room.

Colin crawled out of his side and stretched.  When he does that, every one
of his muscles lights up like a Christmas tree and I want to lick him all
over.  I don't tell him that though in case he stops doing it.  We headed
to the bathroom where we each took turns having our morning pee while the
shower warmed up.  We washed each other's hair, which I find tons of fun as
it usually leads to slippery hands moving to the rest of your body.

I think the boys were excited to head off for the day as they inhaled
breakfast and were down in the garage picking out cars before Colin and I
had finished our morning coffee.

Blake was already sitting in the Lamborghini Veneno Roadster, while J.J was
bouncing between the blue Ferrari F-60 and the yellow McLaren P1.  He
eventually settled on the McLaren and we brought them up on the elevator
one at a time, which seemed to be as exciting to them as the actual cars.
We were going to turn a lot of heads with these cars.  For the first leg of
the trip, I was with J.J. in his car, while Colin would drive the Lambo
with Blake.  At Squamish we'd switch.  Then I'm sure we'd switch again for
the return trip.  Anyone wanna lay odds on Blake suggesting he drive with
J.J. on one of those switches?

Today was a day to all wear our matching Gucci shoes and new jackets.  I
threw my toque in as well because it's always cool at the top of the
mountain.  The boys loaded gloves and toques into a backpack with some
water and snacks, and we were off.

I could almost hear Blake demanding Colin drive faster, while J.J. was just
excited to be in the car at all.  He was checking everything out and had
the task of making sure we had the proper music playing.  He liked the GPS
navigation and kept announcing which exits and turns to take once it was
announced.  Probably in case I was missing it over the music.

We stopped at Sunny Chibas just off the highway in Squamish for some
Mexican food as it had been a good couple hours since we'd eaten, and the
way they were talking they might `starve to death' if we went much further.
As usually happens, by the time we finished eating and returned to the
cars, we had a small crowd checking them out.  Blake was used to it and
always puffed up a bit to show off.  We let people look inside for a few
minutes before the boys switched cars for the remainder of the trip north.
I now had Blake who is a lot more talkative than J.J.  It was still his job
to choose the music, and his taste was significantly different from his
little brother.  I was just thankful neither of them liked gospel or jazz.

"So?  What did you and J.J. talk about?"  He inquired.

"Not much.  He was busy checking out the car and the navigation system.
Just basic talk, nothing revealing at all."

"I keep giving him info from our past, but so far he still doesn't know
anything.  I'm thinking we should hypnotize him.  That should work."

"I've thought about that too.  It might be an option later on."

"Yeah.  I was thinking about some other stuff too.  I think we should sell
the vacuum cleaner."

"Random.  Why?"

"I just collects dust," he laughed.  Oh god.  We still have 45 minutes to
Whistler.  This would be a good time to see just how fast these
high-performance cars could go.  Normally we wouldn't speed up the Sea to
Sky as it's well patrolled, but I could make an exception.  A license
suspension and an impounded car might be worth it not to listen to his
jokes.

"So two hunters are out in the woods when one collapses.  He's not
breathing, so the other guy calls 9-1-1. 'My friend is dead! What should I
do?" The operator replies, "Calm down, sir, first make sure he's really
dead." There's a short silence, then a loud bang.  The guy comes back on
the phone and says, "Ok, now what?"

I couldn't help but laugh at that, and the more I replayed it in my head
the funnier it got.  Blake seemed encouraged by that, so he continued.

"Did you know that in London someone gets stabbed every 52 seconds?  That
poor bastard.  Here's one that you should remember, Justin.  I told my
physical therapist that I broke my arm in two places. He told me to stop
going to those places."

"Nice."

"Like Kyle said. `You don't need a parachute to go skydiving.  You need a
parachute to go skydiving twice.'  Oh I forgot to tell you.  Someone stole
my mood ring.  Strangely, I don't know how I feel about that."

"I was about to ask when you'd gotten a mood ring.  One day I'm not going
to fall these jokes as easily.

"On the other hand...you have more fingers," he laughed, holding up his
hand.  "We shoulda brought grandma and grandad along for the trip.  Grandad
has the heart of a lion...and a lifetime ban from the zoo."

I groaned, and strangely felt bad for the lion.

"Did you know you can never lose a homing pigeon?  If he never comes back
all you've lost is a pigeon."

I laughed.  "Okay that's also pretty funny."

"You know what's not funny?  I threw a boomerang a few years ago and it
didn't come back.  Now I live in constant fear.  Speaking of Australia, do
you know why Koala Bears aren't real bears?  They don't meet the
koalafications."

"I think you're starting to scrape the bottom of the barrel for these."

"Dad, never criticize someone until you have walked a mile in their
shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you'll be a mile away, and you'll
have their shoes."

He said stuff with such a straight face sometimes that it was hard to tell
when he was being serious or telling a joke.  I think that's why he's good
at it.

"I just wanted to let you know that I started to carry a knife after an
attempted mugging recently.  Since then, my mugging attempts have been a
lot more successful."

I just shook my head.  I'm more impressed how he remembers all these than
in their content.

"And the lord said to John come forth and have eternal life.  He came fifth
and won a blender."

Please make it stop.  Now if I had a Dad joke, this could instantly come to
an end.  I almost miss his sex talk.

"Why was the teenager running down the road?" I asked him.

Blake shrugged.

"To avoid being run over for tell dumb jokes in the car."

"That's not funny."

"You should imagine it from my perspective."

"Okay, one more. Then I'll stop.  What does a house wear?

"No idea."

"Address," he smiled.

Our first stop in Whistler was of course the mountain, where we took the
gondola up to the top and rode the Peak to Peak across the valley.  Blake
told J.J. that we had to wait for the glass bottom car as it was the best.
I had half expected J.J. to cling to one of us while looking down through
the glass, but he was the first to sit and stare at the ground going by.
It always makes my stomach jump a little when I see how high up we are.
One crack in the glass and we're all going to splatter on the ground like a
blood-filled water balloon.  It takes a while to cross, something like 14
minutes, but the scenery is more than worth it.  While that was certainly
one of the highlights of the day, they seemed to enjoy everything else we
explored as well.  When it was time to head home Blake suggested Colin and
I switch cars this time, putting me back with J.J. for the first part of
the trip.  Thankfully I'll have a reprieve from Blake's jokes.

We stopped at the halfway point again to take a break and swap passengers.
I was ready with zip ties and duct tape this time.  Not really, but in my
mind it went very well.  Blake only talked about the day and how he thought
J.J. had enjoyed it.  I could verify that as he'd told me himself in the
first half of the trip.  We got home late and the boys almost immediately
headed up to bed.  I guess all that fresh air tired them out.

"I'll say one thing for having J.J. here, we don't have a problem getting
Blake to bed," Colin smiled as soon as they were out of earshot.

"True.  I'm actually impressed at the whole change in him as he looks after
J.J.  Do you think this is a permanent change?"

"We can only hope," Colin nodded.  I guess only time will tell."



End of Chapter.

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story ahead.  When the characters all die in an extinction level event
meteor hitting the earth, that might signal that the story is over, but for
now, we're good.

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