Date: Thu, 17 Nov 2022 18:18:56 -0800
From: Dave <outinwest@gmail.com>
Subject: The Society Boys Chapter 192

The Society Boys
By Connor Matthews

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Chapter 192

"That's it!  That's the last straw," Blake yelled from the kitchen.

"What's wrong?"  I asked as Colin and I looked over.

"Huh?  Nothing.  I was just saying this is the last straw," he giggled
holding one up.  "We need more."

"Actually, plastic straws are banned now," Colin reminded him.

"Yeah, apparently people are flinging them into the ocean and causing
climate change," I said adding my vast knowledge of this subject into the
conversation.

"Duh," Blake said as he came over to sit beside us.  "It causes the ocean
levels to rise with all the junk people throw in it.  Then cities flood and
ruin fields with crops in it and people starve.  I agree that we need to do
our part to save the planet.  From now on, no straws!"  He said as he
pulled the straw out and dropped it onto the coffee table.

"That seems counter productive," Colin said to him.

"Huh?"

"Well, the straw is already here, and you're using it.  Might make more
sense to keep using it, and when you're done, wash it and put it away until
the next time you want one.  When it's unusable, we throw it out.  We have
tons of the reusable plastic and metal straws if we really need one."

With the great straw debate out of the way, we talked about more ideas to
save the planet.  Biggest things we came up with were have less people and
cows. We've got a call in to Thanos to help with that one.  We agreed to
switch at least 25% of our meat to the meat substitute stuff, which was
actually pretty good now.  Sometimes you can barely tell the difference and
it saves a ton of resources.  We're already morphing towards more electric
cars and using solar power, so that's a big one.  I suggested that when we
use the plane to go somewhere, we could go to one of those shared
hitchhiker sites to see if anyone is going where we are and give them a
ride.  Like ride sharing for rich people.  There are no plastic bags at
stores any more, so we have tons of those reusable ones.  We made a plan to
ensure that we have at least two in every car.  At least every car that we
take to go shopping.  I mean we're not using a Bugatti to go the Home Depot
for paint and lumber. Let's face it, we're never going to buy either of
those anyway.  We'll use a contractor so we don't have to deal with the
empty paint cans and brushes.  See, thinking like an environmentalist now.

I noticed Blake had one of his cameras in front of him and once we ended
our conversation, he reached over to turn it off.  I'm guessing he's going
to be filming everything from now on.  While everyone was out getting on
with their day, I went to work in my head thinking of other ways to save
the planet.  I took one of the Lambos out for a drive while I contemplated
things.  I must have been gone a while as I'd used more than half a tank of
gas during my thinking.

All I'd come up with was solar energy for pretty much everything.  Like a
law to require every new house and building to be self-sufficient when
being built from now on.  Rain collecting stations from the downspouts on
your house that go into a large underground tank.  That would allow you to
switch from tap water to natural water when watering lawns and plants.
That would not only reduce the demand on the water system, but would also
reduce energy needed to process it into drinkable water.  Your tank would
have a pump powered by the aforementioned solar energy.  Wait!  Even a
better idea.  Tear out the lawn and fill the yard with colourful gravel.
The whole province is basically mountains, so we'd have tons of rocks
available.  No need to water them.  Even put in those fake plants that look
real but are made out of plastic.  Use the plastic floating around in the
ocean.  I'm a freakin' genius.  I'll bet I can come up with a dozen ideas
if I really try.

I took Blake out to a large parking lot with one of the Tesla's and he had
been quiet until we pulled into it.

"What are we doing?" He asked looking around as if expecting some big event
to be taking place.  "Are you trying to do the straight dad thing and we're
going to play ball for a while?"  He chuckled at the idea.

"I was thinking about letting you get some driving experience, but if you
would rather play ball..."

"No, I'd prefer to drive.  You're really going to let me?"

"Sure, why not?  It's a big parking lot and there are no cars around.
Seems like the perfect place."

I parked and switched places with him.  Just like every 14 year old, he was
confident that he knew everything, but not stupid enough to push it in case
the driving lesson ended prematurely.  He adjusted all the mirrors and seat
and announced he was ready.  "Should I just tell the car where I want to
go?"

"No," I laughed.  "You've to learn to manually drive before you can go self
drive."

He looked at me with a smirk.  So I have to drive myself before I can self
drive.  That's confusing."

"Welcome to the English language," I nodded.  I know he has the basics down
as the guys had all taken him out at various times to practice and he'd
driven around the front driveway a lot, but no kid is going to turn down
the opportunity to drive.  Especially before he had an actual licence.  We
spent the next hour working on more details moves.  Like tight turns and
parking between the lines of the stalls. I also had him do parallel
parking, which he didn't like.  Who does?  We also did some emergency
braking trials, and I may live to regret that.  He did pretty good
eventually, but not before I'm sure he gave me irreversible whip lash.  I
lay a few obstacles down for him to straddle so he'd learn where his wheels
were.  He actually did really well with that.  Driving is one thing he's
taking very seriously.

"I just gotta take a leak Dad," Blake said in his usual fashion of `speak
your mind', and I agreed that could use a bathroom as well.

We parked and headed to the public washroom building.  There was already a
guy standing at one of the three urinals, so Blake took the one next to him
and I took the last one.  Because he's so subtle and introverted, Blake
turned to look at the man's dick as he peed.  The stare didn't go
unnoticed, as the man, as introverted as Blake, looked back and smiled.
Yes, for those who are critical, I know what introverted means.  I'm being
facetious or ironic.  Something like that.

"That's a nice penis on ya," he said bluntly.

"Thanks," Blake grinned as he looked down at himself.  The man obviously
took that as consent and reached over to take hold of it, while Blake was
in mid stream.  He pinched off the flow and turned Blake to face him.

What happened next surprised not only Blake, but me, which is pretty hard
to do a lot of the time.  The man dropped to his knees, suctioned his lips
around Blake's penis and let go of it.  Blake turned to look at me with
wide eyes, before turning to look down at what was happening.  It was
pretty obvious that the guy was gulping down what Blake was draining out of
himself.  The man yanked Blake's pants down to his ankles and moved an
index finger up to Blake's mouth to have him suck it.  Once the finger was
wet, he pushed it between Blake's legs and shoved it quickly into his ass.
There was no gentle entry.  It was a fast push until the finger was fully
inside.

Blake put his hand on the wall to steady himself and I would have said
something, but the fact that Blake now had a full erection from the blowjob
he was receiving, seemed to indicate he wasn't looking for me to stop it.
After just a couple minutes of being stimulated, Blake gave a couple little
whimpers, then his body shook and he tensed up.  I'd seen him cum enough
times to know that he was no doubt busting a nut into the man's mouth.
Once he relaxed, the man fondled Blake's balls and squeezed any remain
fluids out of the hard tube.

He pulled his finger out of Blake's ass with a popping sound and stood up.
"Thanks kid.  That was hot.  You've got one amazing cock on you," he said
smiling as he lifted Blake's shirt up.  "Nice body too.  Next time, I wanna
fuck you against the urinal.  I have a nice thick cock that would feel
really good pounding your sweet hole.  I'm here at the same time most days.
Catch you later," he said as he took off.  Blake pulled his pants up and
turned to look at me.

"That was rude," I said shaking my head.

"What was?"

"He didn't even acknowledge that I was here.  Where was my blowjob and
finger fuck?"

"You're obviously not hot, Dad.  Guess you're over the hill now," he
teased.  "Okay, I'm done peeing. Wanna go?"

We washed our hands and left the bathroom.

"That's the first time anyone's ever drunk my pee.  It was kinda gross to
think about, but felt pretty cool doing it.  Do lots of gay guys do that?"

"Not the majority, that's for sure."

"Do you think he'd really have fucked me against the urinal?"

"Uhhh...what do you think?  I mean he just did all that with me standing
there, so I don't think he'd hesitate to fuck someone."

"Yeah.  Thought so."  We didn't discuss it further as we got on with our
day.  I took over the parking and we stopped by Wendy's to grab some food.

The following day, Blake rushed into the house after school all excited.
"Guess where I went today?"

"From the smile on your face, I'd wanna guess you lay out in the locker
room and did the football team?"

"Ha ha!  NO, I wouldn't have done that, obviously."

"Really?"  I said sarcastically.

"Not today.  There wasn't football practice," he said chuckling
slightly. "I went back to that bathroom from yesterday."

"Oh?  And?"

"That guy was there like he said he would be."

I took a deep breath before I asked.  "And did he fuck you against the
urinal?"

"That's the funny part.  He was already with someone when I got there.
Guess who?"

"No idea."

"Warren.  He had him completely naked and pressed into the urinal fucking
him.  He saw me arrive but didn't say anything at first.  He just let me
watch.  Once he was done, he came over to me and said `arrive earlier next
time if you wanna get fucked like that.'  Then he grabbed my head and
slammed his tongue down my throat for a few seconds before he turned back
to Warren.  He told him that next time he'd give him a long piss fuck
before he came in him.  Then he shoved his finger back up Warren's ass as
he kissed him.  He made him lick the cum off his finger once he pulled it
back out.  He left after that."

"What did Warren have to say?  Had he been with the guy before?"

"No.  He just went for a pee like we did and the guy came up behind and
started undressing him.  Once he got him naked, he lubed up and fucked him.
That's when I arrived.  We talked while he was dumping the cum out of his
ass in a stall.  Have you ever had a piss fuck?"  He asked curiously.

"Possibly, but I don't think it's a thing.  Pretty difficult to pee with a
boner," I reasoned.

"Yeah.  Maybe he was just trying to shock us," Blake acknowledged.  "I
texted Sienna to come over as I think I need to get laid since I didn't get
banged up against the urinal like I was promised," he said in a slightly
sarcastic tone.

He must have been really horny, because after Sienna arrived, I'd walked
past his bedroom and the noise was louder than usual.  Sienna was crying
out telling Blake to fuck her harder and Blake was making porn style
replies about she should take it all, and enjoy his big hard cock.  I
didn't bother to wait for the grand finale.  I'd seen it too many times to
care.

It was several days later when Blake arrived home walking a little slower
than usual as he came over to me.

"You're later than usual, and you look exhausted.  Rough day at school?" I
said to him.

"No, Layne invited me to hang out at his place."

"Layne's place?"  I asked, now paying full attention.

"OH.  No, not his parent's place.  His Uncle Steve's.  I know better than
to let his parents know we know each other."

"And what did you get up to over there that's made you so exhausted?"

He gave me a sheepish grin.  "Oh, you know.  The usual."

"Was this usual with or without Steve present?"

Blake put his backpack down.  "You want all the details?"  He smirked.
"Like ALL of them?"

"I'm almost scared to say yes, but sure.  We don't hide things from each
other."

"Cool, because it was awesome.  I gotta get a drink first though."

We went to the kitchen where we got drinks and sat at the island.  He moved
a little more carefully than normal.  "Sore ass or something?"  I teased.

"It's all good though," he replied.  "Yeah, Layne invited me over `cause he
said he was gonna have some fun with guys from his school and wanted to
know if I wanted to join in."

 "And how fast did you get over there?"

"Super fast.  When I got there, it was awesome.  Steve had three guys
already there, in addition to Layne.  You know Clayton, right?"

"I remember him," I chuckled.

"He was there and a couple of others around his age who are all total
stoners as well.  They're into all sorts of drugs, and most of the time
they kinda bully smaller kids to make themselves feel better.  Layne said
they'd been over at his place all afternoon hanging out with Steve.  They
smoked pot until they were completely wasted, and then I guess they moved
onto other stuff like cocaine.  Steve told me that they then challenged
each other to do GHB and see if they could handle it.  By the time I got
there they were all passed out cold."

"At least they weren't being assholes," I laughed.  "Every time I've seen
Clayton, he's been stoned and passed out.  That boy got fucked hard at that
party we went to at Steve's, and he probably had no idea."

Blake grinned.  "He got fucked again today too. Do you think he doesn't
know though?  I mean if I fell asleep with my clothes on and woke up naked
in someone's bed, I'd assume something happened."

"Some guys just aren't that smart.  Are you saying you guys fucked him
again?"

"Yeah," he grinned.  "We did all three stoners.  Steve got me and Layne to
strip the guys, and then we actually thought it'd be fun to shave them, so
we did the pits, pubes and ass.  I mean they kind deserved it because
they're usually assholes.  Now they're just not hairy assholes," he
giggled.  "Steve fucked each one first as he said he'd never done Clayton's
friends before, so he wanted to be the one to take their cherries.  Then he
had me and Layne take turns.  We made sure we turned them on their backs
before we came all over them.  Steve said it might be fun to have them wake
up all crusty.  Once we finished having fun, we carried them up to a
bedroom and put all three in bed together.  That'll shock the shit out of
them.  Steve even posed them for pictures of them sucking each other's
dicks, and made it look like they were fucking.  If he shows them, they're
gonna freak."

"Is that when you decided to come home?" I asked, really uncomfortable with
this revelation.

"No, we went back downstairs and fooled around together.  Steve watched as
Layne and I hooked up and then Steve wanted me next.  He lifted me up and
had me wrap my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist.  Then he
pushed his cock up my ass before slamming me against the wall and fucking
the hell out of me.  That's like the best type of fuck I've ever had.  He
pushed his tongue way down my throat and ended up making me cum all over
myself it was so hot.  He kept going until he finished, then after he put
me down, he licked the cum off me, and kissed me again so I could taste it.
It was so epic.  I mean I know I like sex, Dad, but this was like something
even way cooler."

"I guess that comes with experience.  I'm guessing that's why you're a
little sore?"

"Yeah.  It's totally worth it though. Fucking the bully kids was hot as
shit, but then getting railed against a wall.  Fuck, I'm down for that
anytime."

"I'm glad you had fun, but I'm actually really concerned about what you
just told me."

"I know.  You still think I'm a kid and shouldn't be letting older guys do
me, but I PROMISE Dad, I love it and no one is hurting me."

"It's not about that.  I've accepted you having sex with anyone, and I
think you're mature enough to handle it.  At least I did until this story.
We've always been open and honest with each other, right?"

"Right?" He said frowning slightly as he could sense that I wasn't happy.

"Well now it's time for some real parenting.  You said you enjoyed fucking
those three boys."

"Hell yeah.  Virgin straight boy bully asses.  Total payback."

"That's where I have the problem, Blake.  One of a few, actually.  You,
Layne and Steve stripped and raped those boys.  There was absolutely no
consent.  About the only consent I've ever heard with any of them is
Clayton being okay receiving blowjobs.  Do you think it's fine to rape
someone?"

He stared at me and took a deep breath.  "No, obviously that's not okay,
but..."

"BUT?  It's either okay, or it's not.  Which do you believe?"  I asked
sternly.

"Can I talk freely, or do you just want me to tell you what you want to
hear?"

I wasn't expecting that, but I didn't let him see it.  "If you can't share
your honest opinion about something then you're not being true to yourself.
Of course, if you're taking an unpopular view, you need to live with any
consequences."

"Got it.  I don't think it's right to have sex with anyone unless you have
their consent.  That's like 99.9% of the time.  But if you're getting
revenge for something heinous they did, it might justify ripping them a new
one," he said bluntly.  I actually agree with that, but I'm interested to
see his parameters.

"And does being a bullying stoner qualify?  Did they rape someone at
school, or commit a murder?"

"No.  At least I don't think so.  They're basically just assholes, of
course now they're bigger assholes," he giggled and then looked at me and
realized this might not be time for joking.

"So, was it acceptable to rape these particular boys?"

"No.  I kinda just got caught up in the moment.  It was fun when we
stripped them, and then when we shaved them, it was just sort of a like a
revenge, but then when Steve spread Jase's legs and really started to fuck
him, Layne and I got horny, and you know it is.  Our brains just kind of
shut off and we wanted a turn."

"So in your mind that makes it okay?"

"No, but it's not like they'll remember anything," he shrugged.

"Wow, I can't believe you just said that.  You're saying it's okay to
roofie someone and fuck them because they won't remember?  If that's what
you believe then I can honestly say you've disappointed me to an extreme
I'd never think possible."

"No, I didn't mean it like that, Dad.  I just thought that since they were
such asshole to everyone that maybe some payback wouldn't be wrong."

"Well, it absolutely is.  I'll be honest Blake, if someone ever attacked
you and raped you against your will, I'd stop at nothing to make them feel
the pain.  I'd tied them up, cut their clothes off and double fuck them
until they passed out from the pain.  Then when they woke up I'd go again.
It'd be 100% wrong, but I'd be like a vicious animal when it came to
protecting you."

"That's the .1% I was talking about," he nodded.  "I'd be like that too if
anyone hurt J.J. or any of the kids here."

"But this wasn't that though, was it?  This was just you being horny and
unable to control yourself as you got your rocks off with some straight
boys who couldn't say no."

"Yeah, I guess so.  Sorry.  Ummm, I've given Clayton a blowjob before and
he was only a little stoned, but he participated.  Was that okay?"

"I'd have to say it would depend on how stoned he was.  If he's fully aware
of what is happening and he knows who you are, I'd say it'd be fine."

"He knew.  He rubbed my hair and thrust up and down a few times.  Then he
even announced when he was cumming.  Plus, he thanked me afterward."

"From what I know about Clayton, I'd say that would have been acceptable.
But fucking him or his friends.  Definitely very wrong."

"I won't do it again.  Were you okay with Steve fucking me against the
wall, because I totally consented to that, and it was like the best ever.
I'd totally be up for that a lot more."

"You sex life is now your own business, and as long as you consent, I'm
fine.  But the second it gets too much and you withdraw consent; if they
keep going, then we'll have a problem.  That goes for you too if someone
withdraws their consent, no matter how horny you are.  Brain switched on or
off."

"I got it.  I'm sorry I disappointed you.  I try to do the right thing, but
sex can really make you do crazy things Dad," he said looking at me with
those puppy dog green eyes.  Geez, how could you stay mad at that?  "You
said there were a few things you were upset about.  Was that all of them?
Like stripping, shaving and fucking?"

"I'm really not happy about Steve taking pictures of the boys.  Not sure
why he'd do that.  About the only thing I could even imagine is to either
blackmail them into doing things when they're not passed out, or sell them
on the internet."

"He said he'd only use them for insurance in case the guys figured it out
and freaked out.  He'd say they did each other, and use the pictures to
prove it."

Hmmm, sounds logical, but I somehow doubt Steve was as passive as that.
It's more likely that if any of the boys were over again, he'd tell them a
story about how surprised he had been to stumble across them doing each
other, and show them the pictures.  He'd suggest they fool around so he
could give them some pointers, or to see if they'd actually like it when
sober.  Something like that.  I can't imagine him just encrypting it and
just keeping it `in case'.  "Does he have any pictures of you, or you and
Layne?"

"No.  He's never even asked.  I mean it's not like I'd complain about sex,
so he wouldn't need them. Plus, I know that rule, and like J.P. said I
gotta be careful for when I become super famous.  If someone had nude pics
of me, they could sell them for millions to the right person."

I'd like to believe that no one would buy underage pictures of a boy for
millions and then put in online.  It'd be taken down in seconds, and anyone
who got it off the dark web, wouldn't be able to just show it around and
brag about it.  I didn't say that to Blake.  I opted for a simple `Good'.

"Dad, you know I like sex right?"

"I think you've mentioned it once or twice," I smirked.

"Well, I mean I do like it...a lot, but you know what I really like?
Surprise sex."

"What's surprise sex?"  I asked furling my brow slightly.

"When something happens that you weren't expecting.  Older guys are best at
it as they've got more experience.  Like Steve fucking me hard against a
wall while my legs are around his waist.  That's hot.  Anything like that
where I wasn't expecting it, and learn something new.  I think that sort of
sex is way more fun than just getting into bed with someone and doing it
like all vanilla.

"I can't disagree with you, but at this stage in your sexual development, I
still think Steve is a bit aggressive for you.  I'd rather you hook up with
someone that perhaps has your best interests in mind.  If you like older
guys, I'm sure I can ask a few to come over and give you additional
experience."

"Like who?"

"Well, what about Cole or Arden.  They're in their 20's and certainly know
sex.  You've enjoyed hooking up with them before.  There's even Brett and
Levi.  They're almost 20.  A tag team with those two is always fun."

"Sure, I've been with all of them, and they're a lot of fun, but it's not
really surprise sex if I know all their moves.  Steve is way different.  He
doesn't ask, he just takes you when he wants, and really gives you the sex
you didn't even know you needed.  The other guys are sort of polite and
worry about how you're feeling and if you're enjoying yourself.  Steve
doesn't give a crap about any of that.  He has sex and you need to keep up,
but he's so incredible at it, he makes you cum every time."

"I might know one or two guys like that.  Hell, I'm like that sometimes
when I'm having a fun roleplay," I admitted.  In fact, what Blake doesn't
know is that I found his story pretty hot.  I could picture him being
stuffed hard against a wall, while Layne stood to the side jerking off as
he watched.  In fact, I really wanted to turn the tables the next time
Layne is over.  I'd replay the whole thing, except it'd be me fucking Layne
against the wall while Blake watched.

"You know, if you were less of a prude with me, you could teach me about
different sex things like that, "Blake said staring at me.  "I'd totally be
into you acting like that with me.  You still gotta teach me about that
BDSM stuff at some point, or are you okay with me submitting to some
stranger in his dark basement.  Me all tied up, bound, gagged and
blindfolded.  Some guy or a bunch of guys pummelled the hell out of me for
hours, maybe days at a time.  I might not even know them.  Maybe I met them
on an app."

I laughed.  "Stop.  Jesus.  This sounds like we need parental locks on all
your devices, and probably your ass and dick too.  You know, like 90% of
our conversation now are just not covered in the parenting manual," I said
lightening the mood.

"You're not using the right book.  You need `how to raise a gay child into
a man.'

"Boy, could that title be misconstrued."

Blake though about it for a second, then laughed.  "Oh yeah.  Raise him
into a man.  Like lift him up and put him inside one."  He laughed harder.
"See, you just need the right parenting book. Oh, on another subject, I was
thinking of getting a Cheetah instead of a Tiger, but then I realized
Cheetahs aren't as good."

"They're not?" I asked trying to continue his small talk.  God, this boy
has seriously got to let this tiger shit go. It's been years.

"No, I found out Cheetahs never prosper, so who wants that?"  He said
looking at me and giggling.  "You wanna come help me in the shower?  I
think I might need some cream or Polysporin on my ass.  You could check for
me."

I did quickly check his ass, but only to ensure he hadn't been fucked too
hard and done any damage.  He was a bit red, but nothing serious.  Some
weeks all I deal with is Blake and his chaos.  This was turning out to be
one of those weeks.  I'm not sure if I'm concerned or jealous.  Am I living
my 14 year old life through the eyes of Blake?  I keep flashing back to
wondering what I'd be like if I'd known at that age what Blake knows now.

The next day, I was helping J.J. with his homework in the living room.  I
hated homework as a kid, but helping J.J. seemed a lot more fun.  Maybe
because I felt smarter as I helped him solve problems and guide him to
finding the correct information.  Always nice to look like you're really
intelligent to your kids.  By 13, that fades as the homework becomes
impossible.  I did what I could before J.J. said he'd finished and ran off.
Not sure if he was actually done or if my help was just slowing him down.

Blake arrive home and almost skipped over to me.  That was his I've been up
to something skip.  "Guess where I went?" he said almost singing it.

"Choir lessons?"  I teased.

"Nope.  Back to that bathroom we went to," he grinned.

"With the old guy who wanted to slam you into the urinal?"

"Yep," he smiled.

"I'm guessing you got some...what did you call it...surprise sex?"

"Hell yeah, I did.  Totally epic.  As soon as I got there, the guy stripped
me totally naked and pulled me into a stall.  He kept the door open and
made me sit on his cock while he led my legs open for anyone to be able to
see what we were doing."

"Were there other people there?" I asked, hoping it was a no.

"Not at first, but then another older guy came in and stood at the door
watching us.  He pulled out his dick a little to jerk off as he watched.  I
think I was making him horny," he grinned.  "But that wasn't the best part.
As I was getting fucked, another head poked around the corner of the stall
and it was Warren.  He'd come back to have some fun too.  The guy at the
door pushed him into the stall and told him to bend over and suck my dick.
Of course, Warren's cool with that since we've done it a few times.  As he
did it, the other guy pushed Warren's pants down and fucked him.  My guy
pulled Warren's shirt off so he could play with his nipples.  We all sort
of came pretty close together, and the two older guys left right after
that.  Me and Warren stay naked for a bit to see if anyone else might come
in, but no one did.  We made out for a while and then came home.  Cool
huh?"

"I dunno.  I think you're pushing your luck with this bathroom.  What if
some little kid had come in, or someone that wasn't exactly cool with guys
your age having sex in a public area?  Place like that get raided a lot
too.  You really don't want to end up in jail for being caught fucking in a
bathroom."

"Don't I?" Blake giggled.  "I'd get sent to the big house with older guys
that hadn't been laid in years.  I'd be their king as I gave up my ass for
cigarettes and booze."

"I'm pretty sure that's not how prison actually works.  Plus you don't
smoke or drink.  Finally, they wouldn't send you to the big house at 14.
They'd send you to kiddie jail where they not only don't allow sex, you're
monitored so you can't even beat off."

"I'm pretty sure that's against my habeas corpus rights."

"That's not a thing," I said with a grin.

"Pretty sure it is.  If I didn't get to masturbate, I'd be a corpus, and
they can't allow that," he said firmly.  I wish I had a device to read his
mind to know if he were serious or not.

"For once, listen to me please.  You've had your fun in there.  No more
surprise sex awaits you.  Go find another interesting challenge.  Create
some surprise sex scenarios for the Junior Q.  I'm sure they'd love it as
much as you, but keep it to age appropriate guys.  They'll enjoy that
more."

"Yeah," he said lighting up.  "I could come up with tons of ideas that
would be insane.  I already thought of one.  We could get ten guys all
naked, bent over a log and tied to it. Then we blindfold them, lube their
asses and let the masses descend and take them to glory town!"

"You need help," I said turning and walking away.

"Uh duh!"  He yelled after me.  "It would take forever to tie ten guys up
by myself.  Gonna go arrange it.  Bye Felicia!!"  I wonder if we ignore him
if he'll get better.  I could get Nate to do more frequent therapy
sessions, but at the rate he's going, he'll be in therapy more than he
sleeps.

A couple days later we got a call from the school.  At first, I thought it
might be the pitchfork and tar crowd finally coming for us, but it was from
J.J.'s school.  The principal, Miss Perfman, asked if I could go down to
meet her.  That's never good.  I mean it falls in line with someone saying
`we have to talk'.  When is that ever good either?  I called Colin and he
said he'd meet me there.  If it was Blake, we'd rock, paper, scissor to see
who would deal with it this time, but since it's J.J. we figure we need to
show him unified support.

Colin was already waiting when I pulled in and we walked into the school
together.  I never liked going to the principal's office when I was a kid,
and I like it even less as an adult.  I feel like an ambassador being
summoned to the host country for a dressing down.  They rarely call you to
say your kid is amazing, and we think he's a shining example to everyone.
We just thought we'd disrupt your day to let you know that.  Nope, that's
not how it's done.

We were quickly shown into the principal's office where J.J. was sitting
quietly in a chair, beside a girl about his age, and another set of
parents.  Please tell me this isn't a Blake influenced problem where he'd
shown off his penis or something equivalent.  "Hi, J.J.," I said patting
him on the shoulder. "You okay?"

"Hi Justin.  For now yeah, I think so," he replied quietly.

"Thank you for coming down," Miss Perfman said as she motioned towards a
couple of chairs for us to sit.  "These are Mr. & Mrs. Rawlins, and their
daughter Lucie.  Justin and Colin are J.J. parents, she said introducing
everyone before getting right to it.  "We had an incident earlier today and
once it was brought to my attention we needed to act accordingly."

"Of course," Colin responded.  "What was the incident?"

"Unfortunately, J.J. punched Lucie in the stomach between class."

"What?"  Colin said shocked.  "Is that true J.J.?"

"Yes," he admitted honestly.  I immediately wondered if this had something
to with his recent upheaval from the Campbells, or his lack of memories.
He could just be a psycho and we don't know it yet.  You always have to
watch for trigger issues.  Take me for example, I see a slender built blond
boy who smells like McDonald's and I'm triggered.  Usually ends up with me
trying out his buns.

"What happened?"  I asked as I stayed focused.

"J.J.  Would you tell your father what happened please?"

"I was getting books from my locker, and Lucie came up.  She said I was
cute and asked if maybe we could be friends.  Then she kissed me on the
lips, so I punched her," he revealed.  I had to quickly tell myself not to
smile.  Finally, a normal kid problem to deal with.

"We have zero tolerance for fighting in the school, so we called everyone
down so we could put it to rest.  J.J., we think it only right that you
apologize to Lucie."

"Sorry, Lucie," he said looking at her.  She had obviously been crying, but
she gave a little smile to him.

"Lucie, do you accept J.J.'s apology?"

"Yes," she said in a very little voice.

"Parents, do you accept the apology?"  She asked.  The agreed that they
did.  "Colin or Justin, would you care to say anything?"

"J.J., you know it's wrong to hit people, right?  That is never the
solution to a non-life threatening situation."

"I'm sorry," he said looking at us, now with tears starting to well up in
his eyes.

"We'll talk about how to handle situations like this when you get home from
school today.  It's always important to learn from mistakes so that you're
ready to handle situations in the future," I told him.

"You'll be able to take him home with you right away.  As I mentioned the
school has a zero tolerance for fighting, so he'll be getting a three-day
suspension," Miss Perfman said to us.

That seems a bit harsh, but I guess he did just plead guilty, so not much
we can do.  At least it's not a hanging offense.

"And?"  Colin added.  And?  He wants more punishment for J.J.?  That seems
out of place for Colin.  Maybe he's thinking of a Bart Simpson punishment
of writing `I will not punch girls' on the board a thousand times.

"No and," the principal replied.  "He'll be able to come back in three
days."

"No, I'm clear about that.  What will the punishment be for the young
lady?"

"I'm sorry?" She asked, genuinely surprised.  "She's the victim, so
obviously she will not be punished at all."

I saw Colin adjust himself in his chair.  I knew this stance.  Someone was
about to get something for some reason.  Not sure what yet, but I'm
guessing I'm not going to have to wait long.

"Can I ask the children to step out, please," Colin said bluntly.

"Of course.  Children, would you please wait in the front office until we
call for you," she said to them.

We waited until the kids left, and then Colin spoke up.  "I didn't think it
was necessary for them to hear this, but since you're punishing J.J., then
you need to punish the young lady as well."

"How do you figure?"  Mr. Rawlins asked.  "Your son is the one who punched
our daughter."

"That's been established.  Apparently, what's being glossed over in this
one-sided judgement is that your daughter made the first assault, and in my
opinion, J.J. responded in self-defence."

"I'm sorry, what?"  Mr. Rawlins said changing his own posture on the chair.

"Let's keep this calm," Miss Perfman said quickly.  "I'm not sure I
understand either, Mr. Worthington.  Would you care you explain your
thought?"

"To me this is a simple thing between two children.  A lesson of growing
up, but since you're choosing to only suspend J.J., which we accept as his
punishment, you must also dish out equal punishment for the young lady.
She is the one, that by definition, sexually assaulted J.J., who, while
wrong to punch her, did so in self-defence.  Which by the rule of law, even
in Canada, is legal.  Children need to learn how to deal with these
situations, and we agree in the zero tolerance policy, as long as it's
metered equally."

"You can't seriously be suggesting that this amounts to sexual assault?"
Mr. Rawlins said almost incensed by the idea.

"Colin's correct," I said adding my say.  "Technically it is.  Of course
they're just kids, so there's nothing unusual about a first crush, but
girls develop faster than boys.  J.J. is still in the girls are gross
phase, whereas your daughter is obviously beginning to find boys
interesting."

"It's just a bit of harmless fun," Mrs. Rawlins replied.

"And to us it absolutely is, but you've chosen to make it an issue for
J.J., so you must accept your daughter's role in it as well.  Look at it
another way," I said to them.  "Mr. Rawlins, if I walked up and kissed you,
how would you respond?  Would just blush being embarrassed, or would you
respond with physical force?"

"We're adults, it's different," he replied, proving my point.

"It's not.  Either they both get the suspension, or neither get one.  When
J.J. gets home, we'll be talking to him about how to deal with things like
this better, as it's likely his first encounter with this type of
situation.  Because of your daughter's initial attack, we have to ensure
J.J. knows that it's never appropriate to kiss someone without permission,
as we wouldn't want him doing that to others as he matures."

"I think your son's reaction was a bit unnecessary," Mr. Rawlins said a
little calmer.

"Probably, but in that moment he reacted in sort of a flight or fight mode,
and fight won," I explained.  "He isn't currently interested in girls, or
anything remotely involving kissing, so in his mind he was attacked.  Miss
Perfman, how do you weigh in on this?"

"You do make a sound argument, but little girls are always a lot more
emotional, and touchy feely than boys.  I think the real issue is the
physical punch that hurt her."

"If the situation were reversed, would a boy get away with kissing a girl,
and would the girl be suspended for defending herself?"  Colin inquired.

She sat back a moment to picture it before responding.  "No, I think you're
right.  In that scenario we would have suspended them both.  I'll have to
side with J.J.'s parents on this one.  Both parties are at fault, and while
Lucie may have been injured physically from a punch, J.J., may have been
injured psychologically from the unsolicited kiss.  Therefore, both
children will receive a three-day suspension."

"That's outrageous," Mrs. Rawlins said loudly.  "This will go on her
permanent records, and possibly affect her entire futures.  Colleges don't
look favourably on this."

Oh good god, she's one of those.  Doesn't seem to bother her that it would
have had the same affect on J.J.  It's a case of the rules apply to others,
but not her.  "They're 10.  Nothing goes into a permanent record," I said
sharply.  "Unless it's on a report card, or in the yearbook, it'll end
here.  Are you planning on putting this in the yearbook?"  I asked, looking
at the principal.

"No," she smiled.

"There.  That's about as permanent as it gets."

"It will be in their file, but that doesn't follow them into secondary
school.  Only actual grades follow a student," Miss Perfman assured the
crazy lady.  I mean Mrs. Rawlins.

"I'll just let you know that if you suspend our daughter over this attack,
we'll be going to the school board," Mr. Rawlins said threateningly.

"And if you don't, we'll go to the media to discuss gender-based bias in
school sexual assaults, and name your family as the instigators," Colin
said escalating this quickly.  If we'd been in medieval days, I think we
could have just challenged him to a joust to solve this.  "Of course, if
you don't wish to issue punishments for either child, then it seems like
this entire situation goes away."

Nice way to throw open a way out for everyone.  Colin's pretty good at
this.  I'm guessing this is probably how he dealt with business
negotiations, which is likely how he got so rich.

"The children do need some sort of punishment so they understand what they
did was wrong," Miss Perfman interjected, "but I'd be willing to reduce it
to an hour in detention after school for both, if that works for all of
you."

"Works for us," Colin replied quickly.  I mean we were fine with the
three-day suspension.  I'm sure J.J. would have been too.  What kid
wouldn't like three extra days off school?  He's likely to be more pissed
by the hour in detention, which gives him more school, not less.

"We can accept that," the Rawlins agreed.

"I also recommend that both sets of parents discuss this incident with
their children to point out where their actions were wrong, and other
alternatives on how to handle new emotions.  Thank you for coming down.
Let's get the children back in here."  I was closest to the door so I
opened it to signal them.  I smiled when I saw the two of them looking at a
video on J.J.'s phone.  They'd already forgotten the whole thing and had
moved on.  The adults were discussing sexual assault, school boards and
media campaigns.  We have a lot to learn from kids.

Their punishment was explained, and they both just accepted it as part of
being in school.  Lucie got up and gave her parents a hug, and upon seeing
that, J.J. didn't want to be left out, so he hugged both of us too.  Once
it was all over, the kids were sent back to class.  The Rawlins left as if
they were being the ones scolded.  It was interesting to watch their
puffed-up persona of being the parents of the wronged party, deflated to
the shame of being part of the guilty.  Take that Karen...and male Karen!

"Thank you for letting us know about this incident, and we'll be sure to
help J.J. understand how to deal with new situations," Colin said as we
addressed the principal, while preparing to leave as well.  "At their age
life is going to come at them pretty fast, and not everything requires a
defence posture."

She smiled.  "J.J.'s a good kid.  I'm surprised with everything he's been
through he's not having more challenges.  How's it going at home now?"

"He's still struggling to settle into his new reality, but he's getting a
long very well with his brother, who is trying hard to give him past
memories of how they used to be."

"Well, I wish you well, and if we can be of any resource to you, please let
us know.  J.J.'s school work has not suffered, which is usually an early
indicator of a problem.  We'll of course notify you instantly if we see any
marks slipping."

"Thank you," I replied.  "And I don't think you have to worry about
J.J. and Lucie.  Seemed liked they were getting along just fine out in the
office."

"You'd be surprised how many times this similar scenario plays out in
elementary school.  Girls become interested in boys far earlier than boys
are ready for it.  Once they realize girls aren't as bad as they thought,
it gets easier."

"Does it though?  Then we deal with the dating and eventually the interest
in sex.  Personally, I think the `girls are yucky' stage is the easiest," I
said with a grin.

"I'm actually glad you're here.  I was going to reach out and contact you
this week about another matter, so if you have a few minutes."

"We're here, so of course," Colin replied.

I hope you don't mind, but I did some investigating into J.J.," she said,
almost cryptically.

"Investigating?"  I asked.  So this is what happened to Nancy Drew when she
grew up.  She's an elementary school principal.

"Well, I'm hoping I didn't overstep, but you mentioned J.J.'s real name was
John Tyler Jones, so I checked with several elementary schools until I
found out where he was previously registered.  I got them to transfer his
records to us in hopes that there may be information in there that could
help you.  I know it's been over three years, and he was only in that
elementary school for a couple grades, but perhaps a visit back may jog
some memories.  Maybe there'd even be friends that might remember him.
Although age seven to ten is a long gap for most children.  While they
might not remember him, perhaps surroundings or some of the teachers, may
be powerful enough to trigger something."

She handed the folder to Colin who took it and opened it.  There wasn't a
lot of information, but enough.  Maybe his current school grades versus his
old ones might give us an insight into any behavioural change that no one
was aware of.

"Thank you.  This is something we should have thought of ourselves," Colin
said.  "In fact, I'm disappointed we didn't think of it.  Blake would have
known what school his little brother would have gone too.  We were so
focused on trying to jog J.J.'s memories with his brother, that I guess we
forgot about the life he had outside of the family.  Thank you for this.
We'll be sure to let you know if it helps."

"Good luck to you," she said.  "If I can do anything else to help, please
let me know."

We bid her goodbye and left.  Once we were at the cars, we paused and
stared at the information in the folder.

"Why the hell DIDN'T we think of this?"  I asked as I leaned back against
the car.

"I think I agree with the principal though.  Kids who are now 10, aren't
likely to remember someone they haven't seen since they were 7.  It could
open up a whole different set of problems.  Kids who had been taken through
the trauma of losing their friend, now suddenly find out he's alive.  Even
teachers.  They start acting like adults, and making a fuss over J.J.  That
could overwhelm him."

"Hey.  Who's the psychologist here?"  I said, as I agreed with him.
"Perhaps we just contact the principal of the school and get information
from her.  Like find out who J.J.'s best friend, or friends, were.  Perhaps
showing him the yearbooks from his first and second grade.  Maybe we could
arrange for him to tour the school once everyone has gone home."

"Great idea.  Might have to be careful on the yearbook though.  I know when
a kid died in my school, they did this whole in memoriam page.  Would we
want him to see that?"

I just shrugged.  "Not sure.  I guess it'd depend on how it's presented.  I
think eventually he'd want to know about it, but maybe that's after all his
memories return.  Do you have time now if we headed over to the school to
see the principal, or do you want me to set something up for later?"

"No, we should go now.  Let's drop one of the cars at home first," Colin
suggested.

We're about to give the principal a very big, but hopefully pleasant,
shock.  I then thought about our current incident and had to laugh.  Colin
gave me a puzzled look.  "Just thinking about J.J and the girl.  I would
have loved to have seen that confrontation.  A girl kisses him on the
cheek, and he just instinctively punches her in defence.  We may not want
not put him into karate with Blake."

"Or maybe we do so he can learn to control it," Colin said smiling.
"Agreed that it would have been interesting to see.  Even more interesting
is that no one seemed to think that the kiss was the issue, just J.J.'s
response.  Both were wrong, and if equality is to ever be a real thing,
then it needs to be just that...equal."

"Agreed," I nodded.  "If girls can sexually assault boys, then boys should
be allowed to sexually assault girls," I said nodding my head.

"Not where I was going with that," Colin chuckled as he gave me a kiss.
Should I have punched him for that, or does the fact we're married give him
consent?  I'll go home and look it up.

We dropped Colin's car at home, and drove over to J.J.'s old school.  I
swear I've never been to the principal's office as much in my whole life.
Why do I still feel like I'm the one in trouble each time we do this?  I
was prepared to arrange an appointment with the principal, but it turned
out he was available to see us, so we were shown right in.

"Gentlemen, welcome.  Charles Nystrom.  Please have a seat."

"Thanks," Colin said as we sat down.  "I'm Colin and this is Justin."

"Nice to meet you.  What can I do for you today?"

This guy is overly friendly for a principal.  Where's the glaring
stare. The short choppy sentences, or the intimidation to make you feel
like you're about to pee yourself at any moment.  This guy must be a
substitute.

"This is going to be a bit of a shock," I said starting out with the reason
for our visit.  "We're here to talk about one of your former students John
Tyler Jones."

"Curiouser and curiouser," he said sitting back.  "You're the second
request about that student in a couple of weeks.  Terrible tragedy."  Did
he actually say curiouser and curiouser?  I thought that was just something
they said on period piece TV shows.  I had no idea it was a real thing.

"It was indeed," Colin agreed.  "In fact, we're now the parents of John's
older brother, Blake."

"Ah, so you're here to find out information about John," he nodded as if a
light bulb had gone off as to why there was so much interest all of a
sudden.  "I remember Blake.  Such a well behaved quiet young boy.  How's he
doing since the incident?  How old is he now?"

"He's 14," I replied.  "He had a tough time right after the fire, losing
his entire family like that, but he's managed to bounce back and get on
with a life his parents would have been proud of."

"Good to hear.  So good," he nodded.  "What can I do for you today?  I `m
guessing you'd like any information we have about John?"

"Well, there's a little more to it than that," Colin said as he looked at
me for a second.  Brace yourself, we're about to drop a ten kiloton
shrapnel bomb.  "We asked to talk to you in private as we have something
sensitive to reveal, and would like to ask that it be kept in this office
for the moment, until we agree on how to proceed."

Okay, now is the time for more of that curiouser and curiouser shit.  Maybe
some Vulcan `fascinating', with an eyebrow lift, would also work.

"I'm intrigued," he nodded, "and of course anything discussed here would be
kept in confidence."

"Well, we're not only the parents of Blake, we're also John's parents.  It
turns out that he didn't actually die in the fire.  There was a colossal
mix-up, and he's been in foster care with amnesia for the past
three-and-a-half years.  He goes by J.J. now."

"What!?"  He said a little louder than he might have been prepared for.
"That's incredible.  I'm totally flabbergasted as we all assumed he'd
perished.  How's he doing?"

"He's struggling.  Mainly because he can't remember the fire or anything
preceding it.  We only just learned he was alive, so as you can imagine,
reintegrating him with his brother has been challenging for everyone.
J.J. only knows his foster family, so was upset at having to leave them.
He doesn't remember Blake, but Blake remembers everything about his little
brother.  We've been trying to introduce things about his past to try and
jog memories, but we're going at it cautiously."

"And that's why you're here today.  No doubt the school that requested his
record is where is he currently?"

 Colin replied for both of us.  "Exactly.  Miss Perfman did some of her own
investigation as a way to offer help.  When she gave us his file, we
wondered if maybe having J.J. see old yearbooks, or even visit the school
might bring back a memory or two.  I'm sure he also had friends here?"

"He did, although that was over three years ago.  I'm not sure any of them
would remember him, or that he would remember them, as they have all grown
so much."

"Agreed," I nodded, "and we certainly don't need to re-traumatize kids by
having him just show up in front of them.  We wondered if we could maybe
show him around the school when it was empty.  See if anything looked
familiar to him.  I also wouldn't suggest that we tell all the teachers
either.  Perhaps if he had one or two favorites that we could have him
meet.  Of course, they'd have to tone down any overly expressive responses.
I'm sure this will be as much a shock to them."

"First.  Yes, absolutely we can arrange for him to see the school.  I'll
personally ensure it's available for a walk through.  I'll check his
records to see if there was perhaps a teacher or two that stood out.  I
could make some covert inquiries to see who might have the strongest
memories about him.  I promise not to reveal his current status."

"As for any friends he had," I said continuing.  I figured I should do this
type of talk, since I am now the trained professional.  If we want to add a
wing onto the school, or sell it at a profit, I'll give way to Colin for
that.  "I think we should contact those parents first to see if they are
interested in the boys meeting.  They may not want to deal with the
situation again after all these years."

"I don't know.  I think most would be okay with it.  If my child had lost a
friend, I'd certainly want them to know if that person turned up alive.
Otherwise, they spend their whole lives believing that they lost someone to
a fire.  I think positive news would go a long way, but you're correct that
it's the individual parents that would need to make that decision.  How
would you like to approach it?"

"What would you recommend?"  Colin asked.

"Once I find out who his friends actually were, again, probably through
yearbook pictures, and the teachers that were here at that time, we could
arrange for you to meet the parents," Nystrom suggested.

"If you could, I think it would be less disruptive to the families, if
Colin and I went to them, instead of making them come down here.  We could
show them a few pictures of J.J. now, and discuss the friendship the boys
may have had, before deciding where to go from there."

"I can do that for you, certainly.  What sort of availability do you have?"

I looked at Colin.  "For something like this, whatever is good for the
other parents, we'll make it work and be there.  Nothing is more important
to us than having J.J. regain his entire memory."  Colin nodded in
agreement.

"I'm sure that will be a great relief once that's accomplished.  If I may,
what does J.J. stand for?  Is it just John Jones?"

I smiled.  "You'd think so, but no.  Without his memory, he was named Jimmy
Campbell while with the foster family.  When he moved in with us, Blake
kept calling him John, which was upsetting him."

"So he went with J.J. for Jimmy and John?"  He nodded.

"Again, you'd think so and we can certainly revisit that, hopefully when
his memories return. He actually wanted to name himself, so he chose Jayce
Jackson with a last name yet to be decided.  For now, it's remaining
Campbell.  (Much to my chagrin.  Chagrin is my word of the day.)

"Jayce Jackson.  Sounds like an action hero name," he smiled.

"I'm pretty sure that's what he was going for.  Especially how he says it
when asked what J.J. means.  He replies.  Jackson.  Jayce Jackson," I
laughed.

"It does sound like he's doing okay, and I'm happy to help in anyway
possible.  Give me a few days to ask around, and see what I can dig up from
those that might remember him.  I'll get back to you with what I find so
that you can make additional decisions.  Meanwhile, let me go out to the
storage room and get you one of the yearbooks from those years to take with
you.  I sent Miss Perfman all the information we had on file about John,
excuse me, J.J., so I don't have anything else in that regard."

"The yearbook would be more than enough.  Maybe after we show it to him,
something might click, and we'd let you know as well," Colin nodded as we
thanked him.

He was only gone a few minutes before returning with the two different
yearbooks.  They must have a really good filing system here.  I mean they
must have tons of old records stored away.  It takes me longer to find a
pair of socks than it did for him to find the yearbook.  He quickly opened
it to the pictures of J.J.'s grade, and we were instantly transported back
to six year old John.  It's a bit surreal to see his cute smiling face
staring back at us, only to realize that a year later, his whole life would
be upside down.  It hit even harder when we were shown the second grade
yearbook where, as we suspected, there was a remembrance page for him.  I
tried to choke back the tears, as I imagined what it must have been like
for everyone to have had to endure that.  Now here we were over three years
later going, surprise he's alive.  Sorry for all that stress.

We thanked Mr. Nystrom, and exchanged contact information.  He repeated how
happy he was that John was actually alive and swore to help us in anyway he
could.  That was greatly appreciated, and I'm sure the rest of his day is
going to be trips down memory lane.  I know it certainly would for Colin
and I.

We returned home, where the two of us sat together looking through both of
the yearbooks.  I was still having trouble containing my emotions.  I must
be an empath as I could also sense Colin's overwhelming emotions.  I'm not
the over emotional type.  I'll swear to that on a polygraph...but only
during a power outage.  We did see that John/J.J. was in the school choir,
which considering how well he sings, wasn't a surprise.  What was a bit of
a surprise was that he was also in the cooking and photography clubs.  He'd
shown no real interest in either since he'd been here, so that was possibly
something we could explore.  There wasn't much else in the yearbooks that
would help us, but perhaps for J.J. there might be.  We can only hope.

This might be a good day to take up drinking as some of this was making me
a nervous wreck, and talk about anxiety.  My head had J.J. looking at this
yearbook, then visiting his school and suddenly staggering like he'd been
hit by a strong hurricane.  Then he'd look up and announce that he
remembered everything.  Dramatic music would play and the camera would
drive right in for a close up of the tears in his eyes.  There'd be some
sort of 360 rotating shot with things flying around his head that he was
remembering.  I may not be an actor, but I could sure be a director.

When J.J. did get home after his detention, he was quick to apologize to us
again.  We sat him down and had a long talk about how to handle things like
that in the future without violence.  We talked about it from both sides,
in preparation for when he starts liking girls, or boys...or any of the
other 71 made-up genders, whichever he chooses.  We explained the idea of
asking for consent before doing anything, and how to respond both
negatively and positively if he got asked.  We made sure to have the
conversation in private to avoid him receiving misinformation from Blake.

All in all, despite being summoned to the school, this was a pretty good
day in our parenting world.  I think I can handle this.  It's always nice
to have a practice kid to ensure the second child turns out better.
Speaking of the practice kid, we need to let him know the details of our
day, and conversation with J.J., so he stays on point with us.  Last thing
we need is him suggesting that kneeing some guy in the nuts is the best way
to get him to stop talking to you.  It is, but we don't need him explaining
it to J.J.

Once Blake was home, we went to talk to him in his bedroom.  At first, I
think he figured he might be in trouble.  What kid wouldn't when both his
parents show up at his door and say `we'd like to talk to you.'  That's
usually not a good thing.

"Blake, we'd like to talk to you," I said trying to sound very parental.

"Sure, what's up?  Did that guy and his girl complain or something?"  He
asked sitting on the side of his bed.

"No, what guy?"  Colin asked.

"Nothing.  If it's about my science test, I didn't cheat.  I simply told
Donnie that his phone was flashing in his backpack and the teacher thought
we were exchanging answers."

"No, we're not talking here about that, either," I assured him.  "Did you
pass the test?"

"Yeah.  I think the teacher believed me when he saw Donnie's phone.  Plus,
I always get A's so it's not like I'd have to cheat.  Are you here about
North's car?  Because I never once drove it on public property.  I swear.
The cop even said there was nothing he could do."

"Blake," Colin smirked.  "Please stop talking before you talk yourself into
a death sentence for something.  You know about taking the fifth?"

"Sure.  The fifth amendment of the United States constitution says that
every citizen has the right to remain silent to not self-incriminate
themselves.  That's a section 13 in Canada, right Justin?"

"Sort of.  You can be forced to answer incriminating questions, but those
answers cannot be used against you in a different trial, they must be
excluded."

"Are you wanting to continue defending yourself against things we haven't a
clue about, or do you want to know why we're here?"

"I'd like to know why you're here, but first; do I need a lawyer?"  He
grinned.  I sat beside Blake on the bed.

"No lawyer required," Colin assured him, as he pulled up the desk chair to
sit in front of him.

We explained the day and showed Blake the yearbooks.  He quickly identified
two boys he was pretty sure had been John's friends at the time, but he
wasn't a hundred percent sure.  He liked the idea of going to visit the old
school, and asked if he could go along.  I figured a few of those memories
would also belong to Blake, so we agreed.  As you could imagine with Blake,
he became pretty excited and couldn't wait to show J.J. the yearbook.  We
decided to hide the memoriam page for now, and paperclipped it to the
adjacent page.  We would have torn it out, but someday he might appreciate
being able to look back at his history in its entirety.

Each time I saw the page, it immediately brought up how devastating the
whole thing must have been for everyone involved or affected by it.  Now it
was like we were reversing time.

The three of us went to J.J,'s room to talk to him.  J.J. immediately began
apologizing to Blake for punching a girl.  You can see the guilt paranoia
runs in the family.  Wait until they get arrested for something, and toss
everyone they've ever met under the bus, and admit to crimes not yet
committed.

Blake just grinned at his brother.  "Dude.  She was wrong to come at you
like that.  Next time, grab the girl by the back of the head and slam your
tongue down her throat.  Then grab her boob.  Fight fire with fire, buddy.
She'll back off pretty fast.  Of course, if she's an older woman ask her
for her panties and tell her she can get them back at your place later."

"Blake!"  I said sharply.  "Absolutely none of that is good advice, and
Ixnay the irefay references."

I know we're trying to get them to bond as brothers, but would it really be
that bad if we kept them apart?  Blake could go to the Academy boarding
school, and we'd check in with him on major holidays to see how he's doing.

Colin just stared at me as if he didn't understand what I'd just said,
before turning back to J.J.  "Ignore Blake, and don't do any of that.  Walk
away from the situation, like we told you."

"Or that," Blake nodded in agreement.  "At 10, the best thing you can do if
you don't like the girl, is just say a loud `gross!', laugh at her, and
then walk away.  Makes it much more likely that she won't ever try again."

"Cool," J.J. nodded.  "Thanks Blake.  Oh, Justin.  I kinda know pig Latin,
so you probably shouldn't use it anymore.  What do adults do next?"

"Huh?"  I asked.

"When we're little, adults spell words they don't want us to understand.
Then it's pig Latin.  What's after that?"

"I guess we text?  Not sure.  What did we do with Blake at this age?"  I
asked Colin.

"Nothing.  Being new at it, we didn't know we were supposed to hide stuff,"
he reasoned.

"Okay, so that wasn't the best idea considering what we're left with now,"
I teased.

J.J. laughed.  "My parents always went to their room to talk in low voices
so that me and Layne couldn't here.  Uncle Steve just talked to us like we
were adults."

"Which did you prefer?"  I asked.

"I'm not sure.  I think when it was stuff about me or Layne, I wanted to
know, but when they were talking about adult problems, I was fine not
knowing."

"Then that's what we'll try.  If the conversation affects you, we'll be
open and discuss it with you.  If it only affects others, we'll talk in
private.  Fair?"  Colin offered.

"Fair," J.J. nodded.

"Then that's why we're here," I said segwaying into the reason we were in
his room.

We spent the next hour going over what we'd learned and showing him the
yearbooks.  Of course, he was curious about the pages clipped together, so
we explained why we didn't want him to see it yet.  He thought about it for
a minute, and then agreed to wait.  By the time he closed the second book
and handed them back to us, he had gone quiet.  Blake asked if he
remembered anyone, and specifically opened the yearbook to the pages he'd
identified as J.J.'s friends.

"I don't think so.  Some of it kinda looks like I know it, but I'm not
sure.  Do you remember any of them Blake?"  He asked.

"We never really hung out with the same people, J.J.  I was already in
grade 6 when you were in grade 2, so we never hung out together.  That
would have been social suicide at our age.  Mostly you just found me at the
end of school so we could walk home together.  I remember some of the
teachers though.

"Did I like any?"  He inquired.

"I think everyone liked Mr. Klassen, the gym teacher.  He was pretty cool.
Also Miss Goldarb.  She taught science, and always made it fun."

"I hope I liked them too," J.J. said reflectively.

"You probably did.  I think you liked home ec., too, since you were always
wanting to cook stuff you learned in that class."

I was?" he asked with interest.

 "Sure.  Dude, you liked cooking.  Sometimes mom would get mad at you for
trying to cook things without an adult being around, but you were pretty
good at it.  Your favorite was baking cookies and cupcakes.  Mom always
wanted you to use premixed stuff as it was easier, but you always wanted to
make shit from scratch, which took way longer.  Between you and me, your
stuff was always better than what mom made."

J.J. grinned.  "Wish I could remember how to do that now.  I like cookies."

"No reason why we couldn't look up some recipes, and figure it out
together," I replied.  Both Colin and Blake stared at me as if I'd grown an
extra eye or something.  How hard could it be to bake some cookies?  What's
the worst that could happen?  Food poisoning, third degree burns from the
oven, burning the house down...wait...that could be triggering.  "I'm sure
we could find someone that knows how to cook to give you a few lessons
until it comes back to you," I added quickly, seemingly satisfying
everyone.

Blake suddenly sat upright and slapped his head.  "Damn it.  I'm a fucking
idiot."

"Okay, let's cut the theatrics, Blake," I said trying to look serious.  "No
need to point out the obvious so dramatically."

He gave me the finger.  "I'll be right back.  Damn it.  I'm so stupid."

He was gone only a couple minutes and returned with his laptop, and sat
back down.  "Remember that disk we found in the bank safety deposit box
that my parents...our parents left for us?  It has all the pictures of us
together as a family."

"We've already shown a lot of those," Colin reminded him.

"True, but now that J.J. has a couple more thoughts in his head, maybe some
of them will be more memorable.  We never showed him pictures of the whole
family, so maybe now we could?"

I nodded.  "Yeah, I think it'd be good to introduce a bit more of the past.
Try to focus on any with the kitchen or cooking with your mom that you
mentioned."

"Got it," he nodded.  "J.J.  These are pictures of all of us right from
when you were born.  Maybe some of these will help your memory.  I can make
a copy, and put them on your computer so you can look through them whenever
you want."

"Okay, thanks," J.J. replied as Blake started to show a few pictures.

"These are the ones Colin and Justin think are cute," Blake grinned as he
showed the ones of him in the bath.

"Is that you Blake?"  J.J. asked.

"Yeah.  I think I was about two then.  Still had the big penis though."

"Not so much at that age.  You've had bigger zits," I teased as the
pictures continued.

"This is you and me.  I was probably six and you were two and a half,"
Blake explained before flipping to the next picture.

"Whoa.  Why's a girl in the bath with us?"  J.J. exclaimed.

"That's Jennifer," Blake said a little quieter as he sat there looking at
it.  I put my arm around his back.  "She was our older sister.  I think in
this one you were only like a year old.  I was maybe four and a half and
she was six."  The pictures continued rapidly as Blake tried to get through
the various ages.  These had all been in Blake's possession since just
after the fire, and he rarely mentions them.  From his reaction today as he
scrolled through them with us, I could sort of see why.  They were bringing
up a whole lot of memories and emotions.  "This is you about six," Blake
said showing one of J.J. in the kitchen with his mom baking cookies.  His
face was covered in chocolate and he was grinning from ear to ear.

We all laughed at it, which turned out to be a pretty good stress reliever.

"You always got to eat the leftover chocolate chips," Blake explained.
"Mom tried to make sure you put all of them in the cookie batter, but you
always hid some in your apron for later.  I think this is one time you got
caught eating more than normal."

Colin went to grab a flash drive for Blake so they could transfer the
pictures to J.J.'s laptop, which Blake made sure he took as his
responsibility.

"Dude, if you want to go through them together, I can explain them to you.
Might be easier than you just seeing pictures and not knowing where it is
or who the people are.  Dads, do you think it'd be okay if J.J. and me look
through this in private?"

Colin looked at me.  I guess this is where my psychology expertise comes
in.  "I think that's a good idea, but maybe take it a bit at a time.  Don't
try to go through them all at once, and take your time with each picture to
really look at them."

Colin and I suggested that the boys come down for something eat and after
dinner they could hang out together.  After putting the laptop aside, Blake
stood up and hugged us.  I'm guessing this will be even more emotional for
him than for J.J.  I really wanted to stay to support him, but I think deep
down I agreed that it just needed to be Blake and J.J. for now.

After we'd eaten, the boys disappeared and we never saw them again.  Ever.
We just got on with our lives.  I'm joking.  When we did go up and check on
them, they'd both fallen asleep on the bed face down with the laptop in
front of them.  We moved it aside, and quietly debated whether we should
undress them for bed.  It was decided it was just easier to remove their
socks and throw a blanket over them.  If they wake up, no doubt they'll
shuffle themselves into bed properly.  We left quietly and headed for our
room.

"I hope some of those pictures help," I said as Colin and I used the
bathroom to get ready for bed ourselves.

"Me too.  With the yearbooks, pictures and the upcoming school visit, he's
getting quite the flood of information."

"Agreed," I nodded.  "We should ease back for a bit after the school visit.
Let some of it sink in.  Too much bombardment and we could overload him and
make things worse."

Colin took my lead and we worked on our own stimulation for the next few
hours...and not a single picture at all.

It was a few days later before we headed over to the school.  First, we
wanted to make sure J.J. was ready for such a visit and that the teachers
would have time to prepare.  This could be as much a shock for them, as it
had the potential to be for J.J.  We arranged to go at 5pm so that the
school would be empty of kids.  We all agreed that would be way too much
for anyone to deal with.  We heard back from a couple parents of kids that
J.J. knew.  One was very emotional and never hesitated to say that the boys
should get together, regardless of whether they remembered each other or
not.  They believed it would be positive for them. The other family said
they'd prefer not to bring it up again as their son didn't remember John,
and they'd dealt with a lot when he was presumed dead.  I can respect that.
Not sure I agree, but it's their kid, and we have no right to interfere in
how they raise a serial killer.

Colin and I debated over whether to take Blake to the school with us or
not, as we wanted the entire focus to be J.J. and nothing.  In the end, we
figured he'd be good support of J.J. if anything came rushing back, or
perhaps Blake could share details that teachers wouldn't know.  While Blake
could be a wild card at times, he was smart and mature enough to know when
something was serious enough to behave properly.

Even after we arrived at the school, we gave J.J. the opportunity to change
his mind.

"Is this the school I went to?"  He asked almost quietly.

"Yeah, buddy.  You went here for grades one and two," Blake replied before
we had a chance.  "Does anything look familiar?"

He shrugged.  "No."

We made our way inside, letting him take his time to look around as we made
our way to the office.  I half expected the teachers to have a surprise
welcome back party for him, but I knew that wouldn't happen.  I mean in my
mind it was happening, but the mess in there is rarely like reality.

We entered the office and found Mr. Nystrom waiting.  AS soon as he saw
J.J., you could see him holding back the emotion.  I'm sure the thought of
J.J. actually being alive wasn't entirely real until this exact moment.
"I'm happy to see you again J.J.  You're a lot bigger than the last time I
saw you.  I'm Mr. Nystrom.  I was your principal when you were here."

"Hi," J.J. said shaking his hand.

"Hello Blake.  You've changed a lot too.  You've grown into quite a fine
looking young man."

"Thank you, sir," Blake said shaking his hand as well.

Nystrom turned his attention to us.  "I thought we could just take a walk
through the school to some of the classrooms J.J. attended and meet a
couple of the teachers he had, who have waited behind to see him again.  I
was able to find the records of which locker you had, so we can visit that
as well, if that's okay with you."

"That sounds good," Colin nodded, with me agreeing as well.

"I understand you had a chance to pick your own name recently.  What does
the J.J. stand for?"  Mr. Nystrom asked to engage with him.  He already
knew, but it was a good way of breaking the ice.

"It Jaxson, Jayce Jaxson," J.J. grinned using his patent pending response.

"I like it.  Are you still pursuing some of the same hobbies?  I think you
were into singing and cooking if I remember.  I believe you also enjoyed
soccer."

"I didn't know I liked those things until Justin and Colin showed me those
yearbooks.  Blake said I used to cook at home with our mom, but I don't
remember that."

"Well, I'm sure you'll have varied interests as you grow up.  Maybe you
will revisit things you liked now that you know of it.  Let's go take a
tour of the school."

We made our way slowly around the school, letting J.J. soak it all in.
Mostly he just looked bored.  Not a lot of kids get excited about school
during hours, and even less after hours.

"This is your old science class," Mr. Nystrom told him, as we paused
outside the door.  "Miss Goldarb was your teacher and she waited after
class to meet you.  Would you like to go in and meet her?"

"Sure," he replied.

We entered the science lab and the teach stood up the second we arrived.
She was nowhere near as good at holding back her emotions as the principal.

"Hi J.J.  It's so good to see you again," she said obviously trying to hold
back tears.  Who could blame her?  I almost had tears feeling her emotions.
You're so grown up now."

"Thank you," he said looking at her.

"Hi Miss Goldarb," Blake said during the awkward moment where I thought it
was quite possible that she was going to rush J.J. and pull him into a bone
crushing hug.  Maybe teachers have learned not to do that because of some
weird parent consequence.  Honestly that sucks.  A simple hug or a pat on
the shoulder is something that should absolutely be allowed when a kid
needs obvious emotional support.  Agreed it should stop after elementary
school, but a little kid is away from their parents for the first time, and
looks up to possibly the only other adult in their lives.  No wonder we
have kids craving attention anyway they can get it as they get older.

Of course, I don't think a teacher patting a high schooler on the ass is an
appropriate method of emotional support, unless you're the boys' football
coach.  That seems to be a thing.  I'm gonna see what qualifications you
need for that.  The coaching, not the ass patting...I have that part
covered.

"Blake, it's good to see you too," she said acknowledging him.  "I'm so
happy that you boys are back together.  Do you still like science J.J.?"

"Yeah," he grinned looking around.  "Do you know how to make elephant's
toothpaste?"  he asked.

"Dude, you remember that?"  Blake asked pausing to stare at him.

"No.  We do it at my other school and it's pretty cool.  Just wondered if
you knew too."

"I do know how.  In fact, I think that's something you really liked the
first time you saw it.  Good to know it's still something you find fun,"
she replied as we let him roam around the science lab at his own speed.

When he was done, he thanked her for letting him visit.  I still had odds
on her actually pulling him in for that hug, probably more for her sake
than his at this point.  We moved on down to the gym, which had the next
teacher waiting for us.  He was being a typical gym coach throwing
basketballs into the hoop.  He turned to greet us as we entered.  I'm not
sure if coaches just think differently than other humans, but he bounced a
basketball towards us.  J.J. ran after it and threw it back.  One thing
that's great about doing sports in an elementary school is everything is
kid size.  Hoops are lower, baseball field is smaller, and so on.  Even the
locker rooms are shrunk down, and don't get me started on the placement of
urinals.  You almost have to get on your knees to use them, but I seriously
don't recommend that.  Kids that age have really bad aim.

"I'm Coach Klassen, and you must be J.J."

"Yes, sir," he replied.

"It's so good to see you back, J.J." he said bouncing the ball back to him.
"Take a shot.  Let's see if that arm's as good as it used to be."

J.J. ran up to take the shot.  He came close, but missed slightly.  The
coach threw the ball at Blake.  Your turn Blake.  Both you boys have grown
a lot since I saw you last."

Blake ran up and took an easy shot considering the height of the net.  He
tossed the ball back to J.J. who took another shot, this time getting it
in.

"Nice, J.J.  Do you still enjoy playing soccer, or have you moved to
basketball now that you're so much taller?"  The coach asked.

"I think I like soccer more.  I'm not good at basketball," J.J. replied as
he looked around the gym.

"It's not important that you be good, at least when you're starting out.
It's just important that you enjoy it."

"Hey coach, J.J. was thinking of joining martial arts.  I'm in karate, but
do you recommend a different on if he does get into it?"

"Starting young, I'd go with Jiu Jitsu, then as you develop more muscles
and strength, I'd move into Muay Thai.  But the one you're in, karate, is
good for all ages too.  It's good to know how to defend yourself boys," he
advised.

"Especially against pushy girls," Blake said chuckling at J.J., then looked
at us.  "Too soon?"

"Too soon," I nodded, rolling my eyes at the same time.

"You should go take a tour of the locker room, J.J.  It's probably still
the same.  Probably has the same smell at least," he laughed.

"Olfactory senses can be the strongest triggers," I said quietly Colin.

"Thanks coach. We'll go check it out," Blake said as the two boys headed to
the locker room together. We figured we let them tour that by themselves.
Once they were out of sight, the coach came over to us.

"I have to admit, that was difficult.  Trying not to overreact when I saw
him.  The day we heard of the tragedy was perhaps the darkest day I've ever
had...that most of us have probably ever had. To say that I'm overjoyed to
see him again would be an understatement.  If there's anything further I
can do to help, please contact me."

"We will, thanks.  I think this is a good start.  We don't know what will
trigger a memory, but we're hopeful something will, and we can build on
that."

"Good luck to you.  It's good to see both boys again."

"Thank you," Colin replied.  I think the conversation would have continued
but the boys returned from the locker room.

"It's way smaller than I remember," Blake said quickly.

"That's because you're a lot bigger," the coach smiled.  "Was there
anything familiar to you in there, J.J.?" He asked.

"No.  Looks like the locker room at my other school," he shrugged.

We thanked the coach and moved on with the tour.  I could see that J.J. was
getting bored, so we suggested that we call it a day and asked if he'd like
to grab something to eat instead.  We thanked the principal for his time,
and the boys shook his hand again and said their goodbyes.  We headed to
McDonald's as that was always a favorite for the boys.  Blake seemed to
find the tour interesting as he talked about all the things he used to get
up to at the school when he went there.

"I was small enough back then that me and one of my friends used to hide in
our locker at recess, mostly on rainy days though.  We made a game out of
talking to each other through the holes in the sides.  It was like we were
on our own spy mission.  I think we stopped doing it when we got too big to
fit in."

"Makes sense," I nodded.  "Do you do anything like that at your school
J.J.?"

"No.  I like recess, even if it is raining," he replied.  "Ummm...I like
the school I'm in now, `cause all my friends are there.  You're not going
to make me go to that other school, are you?"

"Not at all.  We just wanted to show you where you'd started school, and
see if you could remember any of it.  We wouldn't want you to have to give
up your friends," I assured him.

"That's good.  I thought you wanted to take them away like with my
parents," he said quietly as he ate his fries.

"Ouch," Blake said looking at us.

"J.J., I know this is tough right now, but hopefully when you get your
memories back, you'll remember all the years you spent with Blake and how
much fun you had together.  It may take a while, but until then, hopefully
we can introduce you to a few more things that you used to enjoy, and see
if any of them help your brain heal."

"Is my brain broken?"

"Not exactly.  Normally your brain has all its information stored so when
you need to access it, you just open that file up and there's what you
need.  Right now, there are a few spaces that are locked and you don't have
to key to get to them.  We're trying to help you find that key."

Blake just shook his head.  "I keep telling you to put air tags on things
so you won't lose them," he chuckled, getting a small smile out of J.J.  He
then pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight which he put up
against J.J.'s ear, and looked in like he was a doctor.  "I dunno Dad,
there's nothing but cobwebs and empty space in there."

Colin laughed.  "Damn it Blake.  How many times do I have to tell you how
to use the camera?  You've got the thing backwards.  You're looking in your
own ear."

J.J. laughed harder.  "That means you have cobwebs," he added to ensure we
knew why it was funny.  Then it somehow became important for both boys to
check our ears.  Next thing we knew we were talking about going out on the
boat.  I'm not even sure I know how the conversation got to that, but I
guess we're going boating.  By the time we got to the marina, it turns out
it was more interesting to go on the Aquabus across False Creek than to
take out our boat. That was fine by Colin as he said it was a lot of work
to take out the big boat.  I'm pretty sure we haven't sold the old yacht,
so I suppose we could have taken that out as it was much easier to
maneuver.  I suggested it.

"Actually, we've been renting it out.  I have a company handling the
bookings and providing the crew to operate it.  Like an Air B&B thing, and
it's making pretty good money, so we may hang onto the '56 for now," Colin
explained.

"Seems like that would be expensive to make it profitable, especially if
you have to pay a crew."

"I figure if someone is willing to pay the price, why not take their money?
If it stops being profitable, we can still sell the boat anyway," he
reasoned.

I just shrugged.  "Makes cents to me.  Get it?  cents instead of sense."

"I got it.  Won't stop me from pushing you overboard, but I got it," he
chuckled as he held my hand while we bounced from Aquabus to Aquabus during
our tour of the inlet on these tiny tugboats.  The boys love it and while
we were on the south side of the creek, we stopped to let the boys explore
Granville Island.  By the time we got home, we were exhausted and crashed
out in the media room to watch a movie.  I had to smile when I saw
J.J. cuddled in next to Blake, who had his arm around his little brother.
This is the way it should be.  I look forward to the day J.J. gets his
memories back.

This is the point in most shows where dramatic foreshadowing music plays,
the room darkens, and the camera moves in quickly to reveal the dead eyes
of the troubled boy warning of evil things ahead.  But after several
seconds, none of those things happened so I knew we were going to be just
fine.  Blake had already made it clear that he intends to do anything
possible to help J.J. with his memories and I expect he'll take that
promise to whatever lengths required.  Meanwhile it was just one day at a
time.

You always know when Blake returns home as he makes sure to be the loudest
guy in the room.  "Hey Dad!  This is Jalen.  He's on our diving team," he
announced as he strolled in with a guy that almost needed to duck under the
doorway.  "Jalen, this one of my dads, Justin."

"Nice to meet you sir," he replied.

"Nice to meet you too.  Call me Justin.  How was school, shrimp," I said
grinning at Blake as he much shorter than he actually was next to his new
friend, who was definitely over 6 feet.

"Regular school crap, and who you calling shrimp?" he snapped back as he
tried to stand taller.  "Anyway, everyone looks short next to Jalen."

"How are you enjoying diving, Jalen?  Have you been doing it long?"

"Only a year.  I'm not as good as Blake yet.  Maybe one day."

"As long as you're having fun.  How old are you?"

"Just turned 16 a month ago."

"What are you guys up to today?"  I asked, looking at Blake.

"We're going running for a bit."

"Running?"

"Yeah.  Jalen's training for a marathon, so I'm gonna run with him.  I
can't do as far as he does, but he's just doing a practice run today.  I
mean for every step he takes; I have to take two.  That's because he has
super long legs.  How far we gonna go today?"

"Probably only three kilometers.  It's an off day today," Jalen replied.  I
looked him over and he was a pretty decent looking guy.  Light brown hair,
blue eyes, a little skinny from what I could see with his clothes on, and
as aforementioned, tall!  He looked like he had a bit of a perma tan,
giving him somewhat of a Latin look, but he might just be fake tanning.

"Well have fun.  If Blake collapses on the run, just call, and we'll come
scoop him up with a front-end loader," I grinned.

"Dad!  I can run 3K, no problem.  Is it okay if Jalen stays for dinner?"

"Sure.  I think we're having octopus and camel nose tonight."

"Works for me," Blake grinned as Jalen looked stunned.  "He means chicken.
You learn to ignore him after a while." The boys disappeared upstairs for a
few minutes before returning in running gear.  Shorts and a sweatshirt made
Jalen almost look taller.  He's gonna have to read the signs on bridges
when they pass underneath to make sure he has clearance.

They were gone a while and when they returned, Jalen looked as fresh as
when he'd left.  Blake on the other hand looked like he'd run through
several lawn sprinklers and been chased by lions, but to his credit, he
appeared to have done it.  In fairness, I would have collapsed before the
end of the driveway and taken a taxi the rest of the way.

"We're just gonna grab a shower and then hit the pool and hot tub," Blake
announced.

"Dinner will be in about an hour when everyone else gets home."

"Would you like to come swimming with us Justin?"  Jalen asked.  "I
wouldn't want to interfere with your routine."

"My routine?"

"Yeah, it's cool Dad.  I mentioned that we normally do laps when I get home
after school, so he said he wouldn't mind if you joined us," Blake smirked.
Since when do we normally do laps?

"I'll just get some of the things ready for dinner and then I'll come
down."

"Cool, we gotta go get a shower first anyway," Blake said as they turned to
head upstairs.

It wasn't long before I saw them heading down to the pool level wrapped in
towels.  I would normally have let the guys just swim on their own, but
this was the guy Blake said had a dick the size of his forearm and could
shoot cum through tiles.  I would really like to get to know a guy like
that, and I also wanted to know how much of it was Blake exaggerating.  I
mean the guy definitely wasn't ten feet tall, but he towered over the rest
of us.  I farted around in the kitchen for a bit to waste time before
heading downstairs.  Both of them were in the pool.

"Hey Dad!" Blake yelled waving his hand as if I somehow might not be able
to see him...One of only two people in the pool.  "Ask him if you don't
believe me," Blake said to Jalen.

"Ask me what?  If we're planning on selling Blake to a lab to experiment
on?  He's right."

"You're still not funny, Justin.  I told him we always skinny dip, but he
thinks I'm kidding."

I nodded. "Blake's not really a clothes person.  I think if we'd let him,
he'd go to school naked."

"Imagine how much more popular I'd be then?  Everyone fighting over who
gets me next."

"More likely they'd be all scrambling for forks to gouge out their eyes," I
replied.

"Whatever.  He's just jealous because I'm hotter than he is," Blake said as
he got out of the pool.  I gave him a look that he caught, and smiled.
"Yeah, I'm wearing shorts."

Blake cannonballed back in the pool.  When he resurfaced, he swam over to
the edge of the pool and looked up at me.  "You joining us?"

"I'll have to go find my swim suit first," I replied.

"It's okay if you guys want to skinny dip if that's what you normally do.
I don't mind.  You get used to seeing guys in the locker room, especially
when we're there three or four times a week," Jalen said speaking up.

"You'd like skinny dipping if you tried it.  I promise," Blake suggested.

"I think Jalen should do what makes him the most comfortable, and maybe not
take advice from the guy who thinks a birthday suit is good church wear."

"Hey, if there's one place that should allow nudity, it's church.  Wasn't
God the one who dropped Adam and Eve into the garden of Eden without
clothes?  You'd think anyone who showed up nude at church would be going
back to the roots of the religion and would be more than welcome.  Anywho,
Jalen, dad's a psychologist, so if you tell him anything, he has to keep it
to himself or he gets disbarred."

"Technically I'd lose my licence.  I think only lawyers or drunks can get
disbarred," I replied wondering how that topic came up out of nowhere.

"Really?  That's cool." Jalen nodded.  "I guess that's why you guys are so
open around each other, huh?  If I talked like you guys around my parents,
I'd get grounded."

"We believe we should all be comfortable enough to speak our mind, Blake
included."

"That's cool.  Sometimes I wish I had a person to talk to like that," he
said a little quieter.

"You can talk to Justin.  He's not bad at shrink stuff.  At least when he's
not being a dad about it."

"I might not be as good as I'd like to be, considering how Blake turned
out," I joked as I pulled off my shirt.  Blake hitched up out of the water,
dropped his shorts and tossed them onto the nearest lounger, before doing
another cannonball.  Jalen had a front row view to the show.  I finished
undressing and dove in the pool with them.  Jalen looked and chose to stay
in his suit, despite the speedo not really leaving much left to show.

"I'll race you, Justin.  You can join too, Jalen."

We lined up at the end of the pool and I gave it everything I had.  Jalen
actually beat me with Blake coming in third.

"You're quite the athlete, Jalen."

"I like sports, but I just wish I didn't stand out as much as I do."

"Why?  Isn't that a good thing?  You stand out and get noticed?"

"I don't mind getting noticed for doing sports, but mostly I get noticed
for how tall I am.  I've been 6 feet since I was 12 and I keep growing."

"And you're what six two now?  That's a good height."

"I'm six four, but I'm only 16.  I could still get taller."

"Being tall is a good thing, especially for a boy.  Once your body begins
to fill out a little with more muscles from all your sports, you'll have
girls all over you."

"They're already all over him, Dad.  He could pretty much have any girl he
wanted.  I think they all know how big his dick is, and wanna see what 10
inches looks like."

"Blake.  Not everyone wants details of their body measurements blurted
out."

"I'm not blurting anything out.  I'm just pointing out why people are
already all over him.  If you thought I had trouble getting my penis in a
speedo, you should see how full Jalen's is.  All I know is it's a good
thing we swim in cold water, so we have shrinkage.  If we had to dive into
a hot tub, both of us would be having fashion emergencies before we got out
of the pool."

"Blake, I never once thought about how much trouble you'd have getting your
penis into a speedo.  It's just not something I sit and worry about," I
assured him.

"This is a weird conversation," Jalen remarked, "but he's not wrong.  Cold
water is definitely your friend when wearing a small suit."

"I told Jalen that for guys as big as us in the dick department, it's
better that we tuck our dicks down between our balls instead up off to the
side like lots of the guys.  Some can even lift it straight up.  If me or
Jalen did that, it would stick out the top of the suit and be past our
belly buttons."

"I have no idea if you're bragging or being helpful," I admitted.

"Being helpful, duh!  Even when Jalen isn't hard it's big, so we gotta
figure out ways to keep it packed in there."

"Not sure how that's a `we' thing that you have to be involved in, but now
that you've figured it out, that topic should be concluded."

"It is.  I had the biggest dick on the team until Jalen joined.  Now he's
the king."

"Blake, you're still the king.  You just misheard your team.  They said you
WERE the biggest dick on the team, not that you HAD the biggest dick."

"See what I live with Jalen.  Maybe I could live with you," Blake joked.

"You wouldn't like it.  I'd rather live here," Jalen replied.  "I like that
you can just say whatever you want."

"We're working on that," I grinned.  "One day.  One day soon, we hope his
adult brain will arrive and we'll have a normal person in the house."

Blake howled with a fake laugh.  "If I were normal, I'd be the only one in
THIS house.  Anyway, the team does not call me a dick...just for the
record.  We all see each other in the showers, so we know who has what."

"It makes sense though," I assured Jalen.  "Since you're taller than most
boys your age, it's only natural that other parts of you would grow in
proportion.  Don't worry.  As soon as the others get their grow spurts, you
won't feel as out of place."

"We all may get taller, Dad, but not many guys are gonna end up with
massive penises, which is where it counts.  I thought my eight inches was
huge compared to most guys I've seen, but ten is gonna be hard to beat."

"No pun intended, right?"  I smirked as I looked at him.  He seemed
oblivious to the fact he was making his friend blush.

"Oh yeah," Blake laughed.  "Hard to beat.  Because it's 10 inches.  Get it,
Jalen?"

"I got it," he replied.

"Is that what you guys do at diving practice.  Talk about how big your
dicks are?"  I asked.

"No.  It...it just comes up from time to time," he beamed.  "Pun intended!"

"And I'll bet you're the one who brings it up...wait.  Let me rephrase
that.  I'll bet you're the one who starts the conversation."

Jalen grinned to himself and nodded.  "He does."

"Not always.  We probably are more open than most sports teams, only
because we're basically naked around each other all the time anyway.  But
we don't sit around talking about boners.  Sometimes you just learn
things," Blake explained.

"Blake is the Wikipedia of penises," I commented to Jalen.  "I think he
knows the stats of every guy in school.  Okay, now that you've successfully
embarrassed your friend, what else do you guys have planned?"

"After dinner we'll probably go down to the games room and hang out for a
bit.  Maybe do some weights for a while, play some basketball."

"Sounds like a full night.  Jalen, if Blake gets out of hand, you have my
permission to put him in a headlock and cut off his air supply to shut him
up.  He has a tendency to speak what he's thinking, so if that gets too
much, just drop him where he stands."

Jalen smiled.  "No, it's cool.  That's what I like about Blake.  He is
always just himself, no matter what people think.  I wish I could be more
like he is.  Right now, I just try to get through each day without feeling
like a freak."

"I don't think you're a freak in any sense of the word.  Kids can be cruel,
but it's usually to take attention away from their own flaws.  Just ignore
them if you can, or stand up for yourself if you can't.  If they think
they're not getting to you, they should eventually move on to someone
else."

"I doubt it.  They call out things like how's the air up there and do I
need an oxygen mask.  Stuff like that."

"I realize that might sound like an insult, but it is just as likely that
they're jealous.  Being a tall guy is a good thing, and to be blunt, so is
having a big dick.  If you have both, then no wonder they're trying to pick
on you."

"Oh, he has a big one alright.  It's like the size of my forearm," Blake
added.

"Well that doesn't mean it's big.  It just means you have small arms," I
teased.

Jalen laughed.  "That's a good one, but he's right.  That's just another
thing that makes me a freak and guys are always challenging me about my
penis.  They keep asking me to prove that I'm as big as they hear about."

I gave him a smile.  "Then that one is easy.  Just reply that you've heard
they only had three inches, so you'll show yours if they show theirs first.
In most cases that'll stop them."

"Yeah.  It's true Jalen.  I've had guys do that to me, so that's what I
say.  Maybe only 5% actually whip theirs out.  Guys on the team aren't like
that though as we see each other all the time," he clarified, probably more
for my sake than Jalen's.

"I can tell you that kids in school always pick on others.  It's just the
unfortunate reality of being a teenager.  Many will just pick on a kid just
to be able to have a conversation with them.  I know it sounds ridiculous,
but sometimes they single you out because they want to get to know you.
You could be shy and they pick on you for that, or short, or have an
unusual haircut, or freckles.  Any number of reasons.  You just happen to
be tall which, no pun intended either, makes you a bigger target.  But one
thing you must get absolutely clear in your head...you are NOT a freak.
Not even close."

"I kinda am in a way though," Jalen said almost reflectively.  "I've always
been taller than anyone else my age.  When I was 12 and puberty began, I
quickly learned that being tall wasn't the only place I was bigger than
other boys.  My friends and me always compared, mostly so they could see if
theirs were catching up.  The more guys they told, the more wanted to see
it.  If I wouldn't show them, they got pissed off and started making fun of
me.  Girls are a different story though."

"Girls are always a different story," Blake said.  "They don't know what
they like most of the time."

I really wanted to reach under the water and take hold of Jalen's package
to know for sure if it was too big, but since he was a straight boy that I
barely knew, it might not be the right approach.  We never covered checking
genitalia in my psychology class.  Maybe that's PhD level stuff.

"Wanna go in the hot tub?"  Blake suggested.  "My muscles might need some
heat on them now."

"Good idea.  The heat helps the muscles and opens the pores.  Then we can
jump back in the cold water which slams the pores shut to force out
toxins," Jalen agreed as we swam to the side of the pool.

Is that true?  I'd have to do some research.  Does that mean our pool is
now full of everyone's toxins?  I suppose there's been a lot worse in this
pool.  We climbed out and headed to the hot tub to warm up.

I couldn't help but check out the bulge in Jalen's small speedo, and I
wasn't disappointed.  It was impressive and it stretched the fabric well
beyond it's intended factory specifications.  `We're at 140%, captain.  I
dunno how much longer it can hold.' (You have to do that in a Scottish
accent).

"What other sports are you into, Jalen?  Basketball?"

"Nah.  Everyone said I should, because of my height, but I prefer football,
swimming, diving and running.  I might take up lacrosse, but I'm not sure
yet.  My diving coach says I'm too tall be a great diver, and suggested I
focus on swimming instead. But he's supportive of my dives anyway, which is
nice.  It's cool you guys have a pool and hot tub.  It's nice to hit both
of them after a run."

"I like the steam room too," Blake told him.  "It's as good for your
muscles and pores as the hot tub.  We also have a dry sauna, but that I
don't like as much.  Sometimes burns my nose, as the air is too dry and the
wood benches get hot.  Wanna go in the steam room next?"

"Sure."

"Okay, let me just get it warmed up.  ADAM, turn on the steam room please,
regular heat," he yelled into the air.

The required ding sounded and Jalen nodded.  "Is that like Alexa?"

"Better.  It's our own version of it that does all sorts of stuff."

We waited a bit until Blake assumed the steam room was hot enough before
heading in.  Jalen was obviously feeling a bit self-conscious since Blake's
early comments, and had his hand partially over his crotch to hide the
bulge as we headed across the deck.  Most straight guys do that, especially
when naked.  They hold their junk to hide it.  Why?  Just why?  Don't they
know there are lots of gays guys who would really enjoy seeing it?  So
inconsiderate.  Blake insisted the best place was on the upper bench where
it was hotter.  "Steam rises, so if you want really hot you go up here and
when you need cooler, you lie on the lower bench."

"Cool.  I like this house.  If I lived here, I'd probably never go
outside."

"I'll show you the rest of it afterwards.  We can even check out the
nudists on the beach below," he grinned.

"You have a nude beach here?"

"Yeah.  Lots of people use it.  Mostly in the summer.  Not as busy as Wreck
Beach though."

"I dunno if I could go on a nude beach.  People stare at me enough with
clothes on.  I'd never be able to handle seeing naked women."

"They'd wouldn't be looking at how tall you were at least," Blake grinned.
"They'd be looking at your humungous dick.  I used to get boners down on
the beach all the time, now I can mostly handle it.  It's things like this
steam room that make me get hard now."

"I think we can all see that," I teased, as both Blake and I were still
undressed.

"So?  I always get a boner in here.  Jalen's probably got one too," Blake
said as he reached over and moved his friend's hand off his lap to take a
look. I couldn't help but look and saw the outline of the enlarged penis
stretching off to the side.  That speedo was earning it's pay today as it
struggled to contain it, but you could clearly see that there was a lot
more in the trunks than just a few minutes ago.

He blushed and rushed to hide it again.  "Sorry.  It does that a lot, even
when I don't want it to."

"No need to apologize around here," I assured him.

"Do you guys always hang out naked?"  Jalen asked looking at both of us.

"All the time," Blake replied for me.  "It's pretty normal.  If you're over
here a lot, you'll probably see everyone without clothes at some point.
It's just guys being guys."

"I could never do that.  I'd be way too embarrassed."

I added my own thoughts before Blake could.  "You start off feeling like
that, but the more you do it, the less intimidating it gets.  You find you
gain more confidence about yourself over time."

"I dunno about that.  I'd be way more nervous with people looking at me
even more.  I'd die for sure if I got an erection."

"Girls might like that," Blake said grinning.

Jalen nodded.  "I think they just go out with me to be able to check and
see if the rumours are true anyway.  One girl tried to blow me, but she
said it hurt her mouth too much, so she only got it in past the top part.
With another girl I came before I got into her and she got pissed and
left."

"Be patient.  Girls your age aren't as experienced either.  They'll get
there," I advised.  "Just go slow and don't rush it.  You'll find the right
girl."

"Yeah, that's for sure," Blake piped up.  "Oh, and I told Jalen that if he
couldn't find some place to take a girl for sex, he could always bring her
here."

"That's always a problem at our age," Jalen acknowledged, "finding a place
to do it.  Can't exactly take a girl to my room as my parent's would be all
over that."

"No worries.  Bring a girl over here and use my room.  Once you have some
foreplay fun to get her ready, just slip inside and take the pussy train to
orgasm town."

"The pussy train to orgasm town?  Blake, seriously?  Stop watching porn,
will you?" I said shaking my head.

Jalen just laughed.

"Hey, what can I say.  If you got a girl willing to get naked and go to bed
with you, she obviously wants sex.  You gotta find out what she can handle
and work on opening her vagina until she's begging for your cock.  That's
how I do it," Blake bragged, confident as always.

"Dude, anyone can take three inches."

"Fuck you.  You know I'm almost 8."

"But girls like an I.Q. higher than that, buddy.  I already told you that,"
I teased back.  He gave me the finger as Jalen laughed.

"Are you sure you're father and son?  You sound more like me and my
brother."

"Older or younger brother?"  I asked.

"Younger.  Keegan.  He's almost 13, and also tall for his age.  Lots of
people think he's 15 or 16 already."

"How big is his dick?" Blake asked bluntly.

"No idea.  It's not like we go around comparing.  I heard he's bigger than
his friends.  That's all I know for sure."

"I think I'm gonna get bigger too," Blake added.  "I just wanna be bigger
than Justin so he can't brag about it anymore."

"I think Jalen has eliminated our bragging rights," I smiled.  "Don't worry
about girls, buddy.  When the time is right, it'll happen.  Most of them
are just as inexperienced as boys your age, so just take your time and go
slow."

"How do I stop from...you know...cumming too soon?  That was embarrassing."

"You gotta practice.  That's what happens to all guys until you get used to
it," I explained, trying to assure him he wasn't a freak.

Blake was quick to offer up advice. "Best trick I learned was to whack off
an hour before you go on a date.  Makes you not as horny, so you can spend
a little more time fucking before you bust again.  My first time up to bat,
I didn't last long, but now I can go for hours.  You just gotta practice
lots.  I know how girls feel though.  First time I took a really big dick
up my ass, it really hurt, but after I'd done it a bunch I love it.  Best
sex is me doing a girl while also getting railed.  I can't even tell you
how incredible that feels."

"You've done that?"  Jalen asked, sounding shocked.

"Sure.  Best fun ever.  Check this out, Dad," Blake said suddenly as he
reached over and grabbed the outline of Jalen's erection.  "I can get both
my hands around it, and there's still some left over."

Jalen quickly pulled Blake's hand off, and then used his arm to hide
himself from our viewing.

"Blake, maybe you should be asking before you just reach over and grab
someone's dick.  Sorry about him.  We haven't had time to refill his
modesty prescription yet."

"It's okay.  I'm used to Blake doing crazy stuff, especially when we're all
hanging out in the locker room," Jalen commented with a slight shrug.

"He knows he needs permission every time.  Right Blake?" I said trying to
make sure he knew that just because you had one yes a year ago, doesn't
mean you have a lifetime membership.

"With new people sure, Dad, but Jalen is cool with it.  He's just being
modest.  We've all seen each other hard before.  I mean we get together to
shave our junk and pits.  Kinda leaves a lot of the guys with erections.
Sometimes we masturbate so they'll go down faster."

I saw Jalen move nervously at the reveal, but I didn't comment.

"You should see how much Jalen cums, Justin.  It's like enough to fill a
whole swimming pool."

"No it's not," Jalen replied quickly.  "I don't think I have that much.  I
heard that the longer you wait, the more sperm you build up."

"That's true," I nodded.  "Although you should do it regularly to keep
things healthy.  Too long and you'll find your body releases it on its
own."

"Those are called wet dreams, buddy.  Trust me, those are the worst," Blake
interjected.

"You've had them?"

"I did when I was a kid, but not now that I have regular sex, or at least
jerk off once a day."

"If it were ONLY once a day," I said under my breath, but loud enough for
them to hear.

"How often should a guy do that?"  Jalen asked.

"Like every hour, duh!!" Blake said using his ever helpful 14-year-old
brain.

"There's no rules to it, Jalen.  I'd say you shouldn't go longer than a
week, but many guys your age are doing it once a day or once every couple
of days."

"Not me," Blake bragged.  "I have to do it when I wake up with morning
wood, and then just before bed or I end up sleeping on an erection.  Not
super comfortable.  If someone is being overly sexy at school, I sometimes
have to bang out a quickie with Sienna under the bleachers, or whack off in
the bathroom at lunch time.  I'm not the only one who does that though.
You can hear the guys flogging themselves all the time."

"You can?  I've never heard it before," Jalen replied as it calling Blake
out.

"You just gotta be in the stall.  You can't really hear it at the urinals.
Sound kinda echoes a little more inside a stall."

"Oh.  That makes sense," Jalen nodded.

It does?  I think this is more Blake bullshit to try and get his friend
horny, which in his mind ensures sex is about to take place.  "Don't worry,
Jalen.  Blake is known for his exaggerations.  I have no idea where he gets
that from.  I've told him at least ten million times not to exaggerate.
Trillions of people do it, and it always catches up to you in the end."

Blake sat forward and stared at me.  "No idea where I get if from, huh?
I'm not exaggerating though.  I jerk off all the time."

"ALL the time!"  I said rolling my eyes.

"Oh, like you're one to talk.  Justin's what my other Dad likes to call a
man whore!"

"He never called me that," I said glaring at him.

"Not to your face, duh!  But on his Insta and Twitter..." Blake laughed as
he leaned back and casually played with his dick, as if proving a point and
daring us to look at him.

Fortunately, they decided they'd had enough of the steam room and jumped
back in the cold pool.  That's the part I hate the most.  The water feels
ten times colder than normal.  The boys quickly got back to just goofing
around like regular teenagers, so I left them to enjoy their `playdate'.
What age do playdates stop and turn into `hanging out'?  Just curious.  Gay
guys should adopt that one as code.  If we're hanging out, it's just that.
Hang out and go to a movie or to dinner, or to the bar.  Things like that.
But a playdate means you're going to be in bed together before it ends.
Now who is going to be my playdate for tonight? Hmmmm?

The boys turned up in the kitchen fully dressed, as I worked on preparing
food.  They helped out and talked about random things that the guys were
interested in.  Slowly everyone else began appearing in the kitchen as we
got closer to dinner time, and got to know Jalen.  Like with all our
visitors, they made him part of the family almost instantly.  I could see
he liked just being one of the guys and not being singled out for anything.
Running seemed to be a topic of conversation when we finally sat down to
eat.  Chance and Kyle had stopped in to join us along with Troy and Ben,
which was nice.  They all said they wouldn't mind running with Jalen
whenever he was over.  Even Colin said it would be good, although he was
the first to admit he probably couldn't do a whole marathon.  Blake acted
like he was an expert at it already, and he said they'd be going out a lot,
and everyone was welcome to join. It's probably good for him anyway,
considering how active he is already.  It might burn off some energy.
Maybe I should give it a try.  I could run to the car every morning and
then run back to it after work.  That's a start.  While I ramp up to that,
in the meantime I'd volunteer to drive the pace car for all of them.

Once dinner was over, Colin and I loaded the dishwasher together, so I
asked him if he'd called me a man whore behind my back.

"Of course not, babe.  Why would you ask that?"

"Just something Blake said."

"Baby, I don't care how much sex you have, you're not a slut to me.  You're
simply `Justin the Erection'," he said kissing me.

"I should get a plaque made, or at least my own epic crusader series."

"That I'd pay to see."

"Well, the first episode happens tonight in our bedroom.  Be there...and be
naked!"  I teased.

"Nice!  That Jalen kids seems interesting.  I guess Blake was exaggerating
when he said he was ten feet tall."

"Just a little.  But he was definitely not exaggerating about the size of
the guy's dick.  Just for the record, all I saw was the outline through his
speedos while we were in the steam room, but there's no mistaking what that
boy has on offer.  Never mind the girls he says are scared of it; I doubt
anyone in this house could take him."

"Ahhh...NOW it makes sense.  The man whore comment.  You're gonna try,
aren't you?"

"Who?  Me?"  I asked innocently.  "Once I renew my chloroform of the month
subscription, I might."

Blake had Kyle and Chance drive Jalen home when they were leaving.  He
dropped beside me on the couch and stared at me grinning.

"What?"

"You liked Jalen, didn't you?"

"Sure.  He seems like a nice guy."

"But you really wanted to check out his big sausage, didn't you?"

I laughed.  "I'm fine not seeing it, Blake.  I've seen my share of large
appendages in my life," I said putting my arm around his shoulder and
pulling him next to me.  "But you know me well.  I never object to seeing a
cute guy without clothes.

"Jalen likes you.  He said you're cool for a dad.  I guess he really
doesn't know you that well yet."

"Ouch.  You don't think I'm cool?"

"If you have to ask Dad..."  he said looking at me.

"Well, I'm glad you made friends with him."

"I'm sure you are!"  he laughed.

In the morning, I spent ages under the hot water in the shower letting it
run over my body.  I started wondering why people don't shower in their
clothes.  I mean you could wash both yourself and the clothes.  Maybe if we
invented a people washing machine before the shower, it would be common
now.  You jump in this tub with your clothes on.  Pour in some soap and hit
start.  You oscillate and bounce around getting cleaned while fresh water
runs over your head so you can do your hair.  Then once the water drains
out, powerful warm air jets dry you and your clothes.  You step out fresh,
dry and already dressed.  Wonder if I can pitch the idea to Colin's new
inventions company.  I'd make billions I tell you.  Billions!

I finished my shower and dressed in my normal casual wear of t-shirt and
shorts, then headed for the stairs to get something to eat.  As I passed
Blake's room I had to stop as I heard him.

"Ow!  God.  Jesus.  Holy shit!  Then a couple grunts, followed by another
couple `ows'.  I opened his door and looked in.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," he said with pained look on his face as he gave another little
grunt.  All I could see was his upper half as he appeared to be sitting on
the floor between the beds.  I wandered towards him to see if he was having
some sort of episode.  Maybe this is the mental breakdown I've been
expecting.  His, not mine.  Mine is still a few years away yet.

"Sounds like you're in pain.  You need any help?"

"I am.  And I might," he replied looking at me with a strained look on his
face.

"What's happening?  Is it something serious?  Should we be calling for an
ambulance?"  I asked, genuinely concerned as I moved closer.  He was
sitting on his knees, completely naked with a strong erection.

"No.  It's not an ambulance type thing," he revealed.  "I'm practicing."

"What are you practicing?  Pain threshold tolerance?"

"I offered to teach Jalen about sex and how to properly prepare a vagina
for a penis.  Then when he's got that figured out, I'm thinking of asking
him if he'd like to practice with Sienna."

"Which in your mind means he'll have sex with you as well?"

"Of course.  So I gotta be sure I can handle him when it happens."

"Planning on making him another student of your school of sex?"

"Yeah, but Jalen is different.  He's already tried sex with girls and they
couldn't handle him, so now he's a bit scared to try again in case they
make fun of him, which he's not ready for.  I wanna show him that he can
have fun with the right person."

"Commendable.  Still doesn't explain why you appear in pain, and are
sitting naked on the floor in that state of arousal."

"I'm practicing.  I want Jalen to fuck me, and I wanted to make sure my ass
could still handle a cock as big as his."

"And you're practicing how?"

"On my dildo," he grinned hitching up a bit so I could see between his
legs.  He had a clear plastic dildo inserted into him.  "I got it after we
got back from the Amazon."

"And how long is that?"  I asked as I watched him sit up farther and still
saw no sign of it ending.

"Eleven inches.  The size the chief had.  Jalen is ten, so I figure I could
handle him no problem, but I wanted to make sure my ass was still used to
something that size," he revealed as he finally let it pop out of him.  It
was a very impressive dildo and it made my own butt clamp shut in fright.

"You need to be careful not to injure yourself, Blake.  You don't want to
wreck your ass while it's still forming."

"Says the guy that pimped me out to a whole tribe.  It's always just that
last couple inches that are the most difficult.  I get most of it easy
enough, but I think there's another part of my butt that tries to stop it.
I know there's the first ring which is my sphincter, and the second ring to
give you that fun pleasure feeling, but is there a third ring, like beyond
where I'm supposed to go?"

"Probably," I answered, not sure if it was the forbidden zone, but I'd had
enough big cocks in me that I knew what he was referring to.  It's like the
penis passes through the tight part of your ass and enters into a cavern
and starts yelling as if looking for the echo.

"Thought so.  I know one thing.  When it's in that deep my cock is so hard
I think that is hurting as much as my ass."

"Have you gotten all the way down on it?"

"Oh yeah, but when I get all the way, I have trouble holding the dildo in
place so it makes it difficult to try and bounce on it.  I was thinking I
should nail it to the floor or something."

"I don't recommend nailing anything in to the floor," I said as a warning.
Ideally, I could just take him down to the adult playroom and set up some
toys for him to enjoy at will.  There're more than enough things down there
to push 10 inches or more into him.

"Maybe you could help me," he suggested as if reading my mind.

"If you're actually able to take the entire dildo, I'm pretty sure there's
not much more I can tell you.  I think this is one of those things that's
just gonna hurt, no matter how much experience you have.  It'll be a pain
that also drives your pleasure center, giving you mixed sensations.  Hence
the erection with the pain."

"I know what you mean.  It keeps trying to bend over or go at the wrong
angle as I try to hold it.  Dad, would you hold it down for me while I try
again?"

"Ahhh, a father and son bonding moment," I said teasing him.  He just
nodded and smiled, obviously not catching on to my sarcasm.  Wonder if
he'll ever understand sarcasm.

I agreed to help, and went behind him to hold the dildo by the balls.  I
lubed it up and handed him the bottle so he could add more to his ass,
before lowering himself on to the clear rubber toy.  I watched as inch
after inch disappeared into him.  The first half impressively fast, with
each inch after that slowing down exponentially.  Once we got to around the
nine-inch mark, he was beginning to signs of strain.

"You okay?" I asked as I watched his reactions carefully.

"Yeah.  This is about as far as I've gone with a real penis, except in the
Amazon of course.  Stone is the biggest I've done around here, and I
thought he was gonna kill me the first time I did it."

"Yet you keep going back to do him again," I teased.

"Can't let Colton have all the fun Dad.  Plus, it's totally hot knowing
Colton is watching me being railed by his boyfriend," he said turning to
look at me.  "Okay, this is where you have to hold the dildo tight so I can
go the rest of the way and start fucking it."

I moved my hand as flat as it could go and still keep the base of the dildo
steady for him.  I watched as he forced the rest of it into his ass.  I
could see how much he was struggling, but to his credit, he kept breathing
and went for it.  Once he had all eleven inches inside himself, he turned
to look at me with the pained expression again and smiled.  "I did it.  Now
you gotta hold it so I can try what it would be like if Jalen were in me."

"I'm holding it, but don't go too fast.  Let yourself get used to it
first."  When teaching your boy about sex, you want to include not only the
birds and the bees, and what the bees get up to together when no one is
looking, but how to properly take a dildo, in case you get a girl that's
into strap-ons.  If your son is gay, you swap the birds and bees for birds
and birds, and add fellatio.

I think my warning fell on deaf ears, or maybe the dildo was so deep into
him, it was pressing against his ear canal, either way he began to bounce
on it as if this were his last fuck ever.  He began fisting his cock and
became more vocal.  He cried out with each thrust up and down.

"Oh god!  Fuck that's deep.  Jesus.  Ow. Ow.  Fuck yeah.  Work my bussy.
Oh shit.  Oh shit.  Fuuucccckkk!" he screamed as he shot a load halfway
across his room.  He pumped a few more jets of equally impressive distance,
before slowing down and coming to rest fully down in the dildo.  He was
dripping with sweat from the effort he'd put into it and the breathing was
so heavy, you'd have thought he had run a marathon.  "Holy shit!  Did you
see that?  I think that's a new distance record.  How far do you think I
shot?"

"Looks like two metres, maybe a bit more," I answered, equally as
impressed.

"Damn.  I think that's the hardest I've ever cum in my entire life.  You
think it'll be like that with Jalen?"

"No idea.  I guess you won't know until it happens.  If it happens."

"Oh, it'll happen.  He really got excited at the idea of sex."

"Is it possible he was excited at the idea of sex with a girl, and maybe
not so much with you?"

"Potato, tomato, Dad," he said with a shrug as he stayed impaled on his new
toy.

I didn't bother to tell him that wasn't the saying.

"You wanna ride it next, Dad?  I could hold it for you if you want."

"Thanks, but I just had a shower.  Maybe another time.

"The cleaning guy is gonna freak when he sees how far I came.  I like that
new guy you hired," he said as slowly pulled the dildo from his ass and it
exited with both a pop and a fart.  Lots of pressure builds up when you
have something in that deep.

"Which guy is that?"  I asked not having kept up on all the people that
came through here.  From the cleaning people, to the gardeners, and the
pool guys.

"Frederic.  He's from Denmark.  Has a wicked cool accent."

"Not sure I've met him.  Is he new?"

"He's been here about three weeks.  He has super blue eyes and almost white
blond hair.  His pubic hair is also blond.  Not that he has a lot of it,
but you can tell it's blond."

"How do you know that?"  I asked suspiciously.

"Uh, because I had hooked up with him.  Duh!"

"And are you having sex with all the help?  Is that why nothing is ever as
clean as it used to be?"

"Not all the help.  Just the hot guys.  I only did Frederic a couple times.
The first time I waited until he was cleaning my bathroom, and I pretended
I didn't know he was in there and strolled in naked.  Didn't take much to
get him out of his clothes once he saw all this," he said standing up and
running his hands over his body.  "The hottest guy though is the new pool
guy.  Don't remember his name.  Actually, I don't think he ever told me,
but on his first day, I told him that pool boys had to work naked as
clothes weren't permitted in the pool if he ever had to go in.  After that
it was pretty easy to play with him.  The first place we did it was in the
foam room while he was scrubbing the walls.  I asked him if he'd ever tried
it with the foam running, then slammed him against the wall, and let him
scrub it with his chest as I railed him.  So hot!!  Then we flipped around,
and that dude really knows how to fuck.  Boned me so hard, I think there's
still a Blake shaped impression in the tiles."

"Blake, do you ever think that this is why we have to keep changing the
help so often?  Maybe don't have sex with all of them," I suggested as I
stood up as well.

Really what I was saying was, don't have sex with them until I have a
chance to check them out first.  Why am I competing with a 14-year-old?  I
could just lock him in his room while the help is here.

"I just figured they sent someone new each time as they are all fighting
over who gets me next," he giggled before leaning in to give me a hug.
"Dad?"  He asked, and then paused.

"Yes?"

"Do you still think I can't handle sex?"

"No.  I think you handle sex better than most adults."

"Cool.  I have fun with it, but I'm still not sure if I prefer guys or
girls.  That doesn't matter, does it?"

 "Of course not.  Just find someone you enjoy being with and be yourself.
I've liked your past answers to people who have asked you.  You just say
you're sexual.  No need for a gender specific response."

"Yeah.  I prefer that too.  Know what else I never know how to answer is
when I'm asked what my type is, or what I like to do?  Do you think I have
a type?"

"Do you think you have a type?"

"Dad...don't go all shrinky on me.  Just be my dad, or even my big brother
if that's easier to talk sex."

"You think it's easier to talk sex with a brother?  You never met Jason
when he was 14."

"He didn't like to talk about it?"  Blake asked blinking his big green eyes
at me.

"Oh, he talked about it.  He wouldn't shut up about it.  I was the one that
didn't know anything.  He kept bragging about how he was getting laid all
the time.  Of course, I figured he was just full of shit, and I sure didn't
know he was getting laid non-stop by guys."

Blake laughed. "Now that's funny.  I can't imagine you at 14 not knowing
anything about sex."

"Trust me I hadn't a clue.  It was almost overwhelming just seeing someone
naked in a change room, or imagining what a girl's boobs might look like."

"So you were kinda like me in a way.  You didn't know if you liked boys or
girls."

"I had no idea.  I think I always dreamed about boys more, but only because
I knew absolutely nothing about girls."

"Do you think you might have been straight if you'd had sex with girls
first?"

"No.  I'd always have been gay.  That's just who I am, no matter who I have
sex with.  Same as you're just sexual and it doesn't matter whether you're
with a boy or a girl.  As for a certain type of person you may like, only
you will know that, and your tastes will change as you grow up.  That's
just how it is."

"Does everyone eventually get a type they prefer?"

"I think so.  I mean I like most guys, but I prefer toned young guys with
surfer type blonde hair, and a great smile and positive personality."

"So me, basically?" he giggled.  "Dad?"

"Yes Blake?"

"I love you."

"I love you too buddy."

He ran off to clean up, leaving me to wonder how easily I could take the
11-inch dildo he'd left behind on the floor.  For a brief second, I thought
about trying it, but then I decided to take it to the bathroom and suction
it to the shower wall while he was in there.

He brushed the water out of his eyes and looked at it grinning.  "Why the
hell didn't I think of that?"  He took hold of it and gave it a very
seductive wash with the soap.  "Guess we know what I'll be doing at my next
shower.  Check this out!"

He dropped to his knees and swallowed the rubber toy almost the whole way,
and kept it down the back of his throat while looking up at me, and giving
a thumbs up.  He turned his attention back to what he was doing and pushed
the last inch down his throat.  As if that wasn't impressive enough, when
his tongue came out to lick the balls, I'm pretty sure I inadvertently
squirted into my shorts a little.  He pulled back, sniffed and wiped his
eyes as both were running.  He stood up and opened his mouth under the
stream of water.  He spit it out and then turned to look at me.

"Holy shit, Blake!  I had no idea you could do that.  That's seriously
impressive."

"Thanks.  Like I said, I've been practicing.  I figure that's how I'll get
Jalen.  After he gets head like that, I doubt he'll say no when I suggest
he fucks me."

"I have no words to respond to that," I said shaking me head.

"Finally!"  Blake grinned as he finished his shower and stepped out.  The
large dildo still stuck to the shower wall.  I have a feeling that may be
its new home.

We didn't talk more about his skill, but I could see from the way he was
walking, he felt pretty proud of himself.  Surely THAT's something I can
brag about to other parents when they mention the things their kids
achieve.  `My Johnny just won MVP in his chess battle' or, `My Susie just
got her period this week.  My little princess is becoming a woman.'  Not to
mention how they brag about sports or school grades.  I could mention that
Blake is a straight A student and a green belt in karate, or is he blue
now?  I'll have to look next time he's wearing his white pyjama outfit.
But imagine how I'd take over the conversation if I announced that my
little boy could finally deep throat a full eleven inches as well as take
it anally.  I'd totally win that conversation and shut those cackling hens
up.

Damn, someone please let me attend the plastic society's debutante ball.
`My dahling Sophie has just had her first Botox.  We had to wait until she
turned 16 to plump up those lips and ensure her forehead doesn't wrinkle
prematurely.'  I'd respond with, `Yes, I can see the difference.  Her five
head is a lot more prominent now, and really accentuates those thick
eyebrows.  With lips like that, I bet she sucks like a Dyson.  My boy
hasn't gone for Botox at all, but he can swallow eleven inches with
relative ease.  The two of them should get together for a play date over at
the Alpha Gamma Sigma frat house.'  I probably wouldn't be invited back.

Nate and I arrived home after a full day of curing the phobias and mental
stress of thousands.  Okay four, but it's a start.  I had one guy who
thinks his ex is constantly sending him bees...but only in his dreams.  I'm
seeing this guy funding my next vacation getaway.  Another has a phobia of
toes, including his own.  By the time I finish dealing with him, I'm likely
to have the same phobia, but as we do as psychologists, I put my best foot
forward and marched on with his treatment.  That's shrink humour, although
my client didn't think it was funny.

As we arrived at the house, I left the car in the driveway and we walked
towards the front door.  I almost jumped slightly as it opened for us
automatically.  Not sure when we added that, but I like it.

"Welcome home," someone said from just inside the door, and slightly behind
it.  I guess he's the automatic door opener.  "May I have the keys, and
I'll put the car away for you?"

Normally when a stranger asks for your car keys you rarely just hand them
over, but since this guy was inside our house, wearing only a black t-shirt
and tight fitting designer shorts, I figured he looked harmless.  Also
didn't hurt that he was cute.  About my height with dark brown, medium
length, messy hair, and a seriously sexy smile.  I think he's got the type
of lips that even when his face is just at rest, he still looks like he's
smiling.  Almost exactly like Franco Deltoiche.  You don't know him as he
lives just a few houses away, but every time I see him, I think he's
smiling at me.  Turns out that's just how his face is even when he's not
that happy.  You'll have to trust me on that, but it's exactly how this
guys' mouth is.

I handed over the keys, and he waited until we were all the way in the
house before he moved past us and headed outside.

"Who was that?" Nate inquired.

"No idea," I shrugged. "Either a very confident burglar or we have a valet
now."  I saw Colin in the living room with his laptop, so we made our way
over and I gave him a kiss as we sat down.  I was about to ask him about
the guy at the door, when I looked past him and saw a second guy in the
kitchen.  This one was in an apron and the same designer shorts.  No
t-shirt for this guy, and I'm not complaining at all.  A good look from
this angle.  Not gonna lie.

"Ummm...babe...who are the two hotties?"

"Oh, that's Merrick in the kitchen, and Dakota was at the front door," he
replied.

"And?"  I asked figuring there should be somewhat more of a description.
"Are we taking them hostage?"

He grinned.  "Just something I'm testing out."

"So, they're robots or something?  Very life-like and convincing," I nodded
as Nate laughed.

 "No, but that'd be cool if they were, don't ya think?" Colin replied.  I
know this approach.  He's just playing with me to see my reaction, but I
won't give him the satisfaction.

"Come on, tell me.  Who are they and why are they here?"  I pleaded.

He grinned.  "I thought it might be nice to have some staff.  We hire a lot
of people to do some of the chores around here, like gardening, the pools,
and housecleaning, but we're still left with laundry and cooking."

"So they're houseboys?"  I said sitting up excitedly.  "We finally have
houseboys?"

"Calm your tits," Colin laughed.  "I just hired them temporarily to see how
we like the idea."

"I like it.  I like it," I nodded.

"Great, now he'll never leave home and I'll be in the office by myself all
week," Nate said chuckling.

"Would you still like it if they weren't available to play with?"  Colin
threw out bluntly.

"Why would we hire houseboys like that?  Do I need to have your medication
increased again?"

"So that they get some work done and aren't in a bedroom 9 hours out of
their 8 hour shift.  They're best friends and have just graduated high
school.  Both were looking for work, so I thought we could try this out."

"Sounds familiar.  That's how we got Kurt and Patrick.  That worked out
pretty well."

"You only say that because you got both of them into bed, despite Kurt
still letting you know he's straight."

I shrugged.  "Then he shouldn't bend over and stick his ass out so much."

"He's bending over to work on the cars, not on trying to get railed."

"Tomato, potato," I smirked, using Blake's expression.  "What's the deal
with these two then?  Gay or not gay?"

"Open minded," Colin replied.  "For right now, they'll be cooking dinner
and doing the laundry on a trail basis.  Merrick is a very good cook, and
Dakota's learning from him pretty fast.  I figure dinner is the toughest
meal to prepare each day, so maybe we'll eat healthier if it's properly
planned.  We can't live on take-out every day."

"Speak for yourself," I laughed.  "I do just fine on pizza, Chinese food,
and McDonald's."

"For now, while our metabolism is high.  Wait until that slows down and
you're still eating this way.  You want to be 200lbs of pure flab?"

"As way of ensuring my future, are you a chubby chaser, or do you plan on
being one in the future?"

"I'm not a chubby chaser.  I'm a smokin' hot, toned body chaser, of blond
haired, green eyed, guys."

"Do you two want me to leave before you start fuckin'?"  Nate chuckled.

"God no.  You can totally stay and join in," I replied, trying to sound
serious.  "And if we like the idea?  What's the plan?"  I inquired as I
glanced over at Merrick, working hard in the kitchen.  He had black,
shoulder length hair, and looked like he was about 6 foot tall and maybe
160lbs.  He had a bit of a Latin look to him, which really seemed to suit
his solid frame perfectly.  His ass was pretty average, at least what I
could see from this distance.  Dakota, the guy we'd met at the door, was
shorter at around 5'8", maybe 140lbs with messy light brown hair.  I think
Blake is bigger than he is.  Dakota had a very compact body if that tight
t-shirt was any indication, but I'm looking forward to checking out that
bubble butt a little closer.  You know how it is with bubbles, you just
gotta pop them.  I think it's law.  I'm already picturing an afternoon
where I put the new valet in a room together with our transportation
manager, Kurt.  In this house you haven't really met someone properly until
you're both naked together.

"As a security feature, the guys are wearing those shorts instead of just
underwear.  They're tighter and not as stretchy," Colin added.

"How's that a security feature?"  I asked confused.

"You won't just be able to go up behind them and yank these down every time
you get horny," he grinned.

"You got a spare pair of those?"  Nate asked as he laughed.

"I do, but I was thinking of giving them to Kurt," Colin replied, and I
couldn't tell if he was joking or not.  He better be joking.

"I'm not sure I like that feature.  How will I know if I'm gonna get along
with them or not?  Do you even know if they've been with a guy before?"

"Is that a requirement for being employed here?"  Nate asked.

"Guess you'll find out during the interview process," I smirked.

"Dakota has experimented with a guy, Merrick has not," Colin replied, sort
of vaguely.

I mean that's not a lot to go on.  Did Dakota like it, and how many times a
day can he put out?  Is Merrick just against the idea, or hasn't been given
the opportunity yet?  Would he like to work with Dakota to enhance his
sexual education?  These are the things you ask BEFORE you hire someone.  I
may have to take the hiring away from Colin of this is how he goes about
it.  I mean he's been good so far, as we've only hired members of the `Q',
and we know they put out.  Do you think he's serious that he hired
houseboys to actually work and not have sex?  What is the world coming to?
Especially in these economic times.  I have no idea what that means, but
you hear people saying it, and others nodding in agreement, so it must be a
thing...right?

"That's making it difficult to choose," I said rubbing my chin as I looked
at Colin.  "Do I approach Merrick to give him his first lesson, or do I go
to Dakota and see how much he knows already?"

Colin just shook his head.  "How about I introduce you to them before
anything else?"

The three of us wandered to the kitchen where Merrick was actively cooking
dinner.  He stopped as we arrived.

"Merrick, this is my husband Justin, and his business partner Nate."

"Nice to meet you," he said as he turned to acknowledge us.  "I'd shake
your hand, but I'm a bit messy."

"Nice to meet you as well, Merrick.  Whatever you're cooking smells really
good," I said looking over at the counter.  Never seen so many raw
ingredients spread out everywhere before.  It's like a before shot in the
MasterChef kitchen.

"It's a bacon wrapped pork tenderloin with fried apples, scalloped
potatoes, steamed cauliflower, and a cranberry pecan salad."

"Holy shit.  You're cool if I stay for dinner, right?  Is this the kind of
meal you're going to prepare everyday?"  Nate asked almost drooling.

"No," Merrick laughed.  "I didn't want to do anything too complicated for
the first meal, or it could set unreal expectations.  I wanted it to be
nice, but simple."

"THIS is your definition of simple?" Nate asked showing surprise.  "My
definition is the boxed mac and cheese in the freezer.  You take it out of
the box, bang a few holes in it with a fork and toss it in the microwave
for five minutes.  Boom simple."

Merrick just smiled.  "If you like mac and cheese, I'll make some one day.
You'll never go back to frozen and boxed ever again."

"I would if I had to cook it," I laughed.  "How'd you learn to cook like
this?"

"My dad is a chef, so I've been cooking since I was three.  You pick up a
few things."

"Looks like it.  Well if it tastes only half as good as it smells, I'm
gonna get fat eating this type of cooking."

"No you won't," Merrick said with a grin.  "You get fat from junk food like
boxed mac and cheese.  No offense."

"None taken.  I look forward to eating better, but we're gonna have one day
a week for junk food," I added just so there weren't expectations.

"You won't want to after eating like this," Merrick replied.

"So, these are the meals you'll be having?"  Nate said looking at me with a
big smile.  "If you're ever looking to rent out rooms, give me a call.  I'd
be happy to move in."

"Dude, you could move in anytime you want.  We have tons of spare rooms.
You could be part of the family.  A roommate with benefits thing.  You pay
rent for the room, and pay in benefits for the food," I teased.

"So you get the money and because Merrick is the chef, he gets the
benefits?"  Nate asked glancing at Colin, who just laughed.

"Uh, no.  I get both.  Thought that was clear," I replied.

"Nate, if you moved in here you'd need to get your own therapist.  Justin
can be a handful," Colin added.

"Rude.  If you're sexy enough, I'm at least two handfuls.  I've also been
told I'm a mouthful.  So that'd be more accurate."

"Nice meeting you Merrick," Nate said, before we turned to move off and go
meet Dakota.  Damn that meal smells good, and now I was hungrier than I
thought I was, but let's be honest he had me at bacon wrapped.

Next up was Dakota.  If I was only allowed one of them, I'd take Dakota.
He was more compact, and his messy hair made him seriously cute.  Okay,
maybe I was more interested in this houseboy because he'd already fooled
around with a guy before.  I don't know the status of that at the moment,
but if he didn't hate it (which is likely since he's working here), then
there's potential.  Safety features attached or not.

We were introduced and when Dakota shook my hand, I knew this boy was
beddable.  His hands were so soft that I almost kissed them.  His touch
sent a shiver down my spine, and I'm pretty sure I swallowed so hard that
it was audible.  So we're clear (but off the record in case of a future
lawsuit), one way or another I am so fucking this guy.  I learned that him
and Merrick had been friends since they were 10, and while Merrick liked
BMX racing, Dakota enjoyed the drums.  We didn't get as far as finding out
if he was more of a bottom or versatile, but it was only the first hour.  I
also learned that he had some cooking skills as well and when Merrick was
on day's off, he would take over that duty.  He would basically do laundry
for three days a week and cooking the other two.  If we didn't have as much
laundry, then he'd help out in the kitchen with dishes and such.  Being the
valet was basically just a job title more than anything else.  Frankly, I
think he'd be more employable listing himself as a naked houseboy but it's
his career, so whatever.

By the time we walked away, Nate was already teasing me.  "Jesus, I'm
straight and even I could see you had fuck me eyes for that guy."

"Well, he is cute," I responded to both of them.  "Tell me you wouldn't
fuck him if he offered."

"I wouldn't fuck him if he offered," Nate said in a monotone voice.

Colin laughed.  "He really doesn't understand straight, do you, Justin?"

"Duh, yeah.  I'm not stupid.  Straight into the shower, then straight into
bed, and straight into his ass or mouth.  What's not to understand?  I'm
not an idiot."

The smell of the food was driving me crazy and I think I sprinted for the
table when dinner was announced.  Everyone joined us, including Jason,
Alex, and the boys.  J.J. seemed the most excited as he looked at all the
food.

"Is it somebody's birthday?" He asked looking around.

"Nope.  This is just us trying to eat better and healthier," Colin told
him.

"Well, it gets my vote," Ben replied.  I'm sick of burnt or undercooked.
I'm looking at you Troy."

"What?  I'm getting better."

"Are you getting this much better?"  He asked waving his hands out across
the table.

"Almost," Troy nodded.  "I'd totally use some of the same bowl to put food
in, so that's a start."

Merrick and Dakota were introduced, and J.J. asked if they were joining us
for dinner too.  We'd never thought of that.  Trust kids.  I mean on TV the
help never eats with the family.  They always go into the basement to eat
in the servant's quarters.  We don't have servant's quarters.

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea, J.J.," Colin nodded.  "Guys, pull up a
chair and join us.  We're not the type of people to leave someone out."

"Are you sure?" Dakota asked cautiously.  "Wouldn't really be right for us
to eat with you, being that we're technically staff."

He doesn't know it yet, but he's gonna be eating with me a lot.  Mostly in
my bedroom...and my ass...in case that wasn't clear.

"You spent all this time cooking it, it would be seriously wrong not to
enjoy it," Ben added, with Troy nodding and pulling out a chair next to
him.

They were both hesitant at first, but once Merrick took off his apron and
put on a shirt matching Dakota's, they sat down with us.  The more
comfortable they are, the faster I can get to know them better.  Plus, I've
always wanted to learn how to BMX race.  Mostly not though.  I just like
helping them clean the dirt and mud off afterward, and providing massages
for sore muscles that are common in this sport.  At least I imagine it's
common.

"When are you launching your new YouTube channel, Blake," Ben asked.

"Once we make ten good videos.  We'll do a soft start, and then once we
have all ten uploaded, we'll announce it through my other media.  Hopefully
you guys will all send the link out to everyone on your feeds as well."

"Of course.  What's the channel name?"  Troy said, joining in.

"I'm not announcing it yet.  I've got a couple ideas, but I want to make
sure the name fits with what I'm doing," Blake responded.

"If we can help, let us know," Troy added.

"Guess where we're going tomorrow," Trevor asked as we all took turns
sharing in the conversation.

"No idea. Where?" J.P. asked him.

"Were going to an octopus course," he said excitedly.

"Yeah.  An octopus course," Travis repeated.

"Sounds interesting.  Will there be lots of octopuses there?"  Troy grinned
as he teased the kids.

"Octopi," J.J. corrected.

"What?"  J.P. asked.

"Octopi.  More than one octopus is octopi."

"Thanks for the lesson, J.J.," he grinned.

"I think the boys mean an obstacle course, right guys?" Alex corrected.

"Yeah," they nodded.  Personally, I think an octopus course sounds more
interesting.

"So to be clear...there are no octopi on the course?"  J.P. said looking
straight at the boys with a grin.

"No," they both giggled together.  "You're silly Uncle Daddy," Trevor
laughed.

"Yeah, Uncle Daddy," I nodded.  "You're just silly. Everyone knows if you
want a real challenge, you don't use octopi, you use kangaroos.  Try
getting past one of those.  Are there any kangaroos at this course, boys?"

"No, Travis replied, giggling.  Trevor looked at Jason and got a small
shake of the head before he replied no as well.  At that age, you never
know what's possible and what's not.

The nice part about having staff is that you can get up from the table and
leave all the work to them.  We did make sure the boys helped clear their
dishes and take them to the kitchen though.  It's important to teach kids
basic etiquette and behaviour.  But as for actually doing the dishes, it
was nice to leave them for someone else.  We adjourned to the media room to
watch a movie and I cuddled up with Colin.

"So what's the deal with Merrick and Dakota?"

"In what way?" Colin asked.

"I mean are they are the DTF or off limits?"

"I'd say they understand how we live, and I'm sure if they're interested in
joining in we wouldn't stop them."

"Obviously, but are they open to being actively pursued?"  I grinned.

"Let's see how well I know you.  Your first target is Dakota.  He's a
little more you're type.  Once you've had him, you'll work on getting to
know Merrick better to see how far he's willing to go.  If you get them
both, then you're going to find a way to put them together in a three-way."

"Hey, you do know me," I grinned.  "You make it sound like I'm the only one
who wants to take them to bed.  Are you trying to imply that you wouldn't
want Merrick?"

"What if I wanted Dakota?"  He grinned.

"No problem at all.  I'd happily pass him over to you once I'd taken him.
Is that who you prefer?"

"No," he laughed.  "I'd totally go for Merrick first.  I actually think
that despite his lack of experiences, he's more attainable."

"Why?  Because he works shirtless?  I mean it's a good look, and it's gonna
be hard not to lick him when he's cooking, but I still prefer Dakota."

Now that we'd gotten our desires out of the way, we watched the rest of the
movie.  Later we each grabbed the one sure thing we knew we could get into
bed easily...each other...and headed upstairs for the night.

I teased Colin by moaning Dakota's name as I fucked him, and he slapped me
on the ass as a warning.  I chuckled and told him I was just practicing in
my head for later this week.



End of Chapter.

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