WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 14, 2018

Mr. Calloway and Mrs. King spent the last couple days converting the theater into an entertainment space. Their particular concern was this evening's Singles Mingle. New spots cascaded down the walls featuring murals and decorative patterns. Lighting the open entertainment space were strands and strands of patio lights strung across the space in a random pattern. The lighting created a warm, inviting ambiance that made you feel you were in an outdoor venue, especially under the night sky that graced the theater's ceiling.

Janette was thrilled with the size of the space. She was able to host a larger number of singles than she normally catered to and she was still afforded the space to segment the space into functional areas. Closest to the stage she left open for mingling and dancing. Behind the open area she had dinner tables that would function as social seating during the after-event show. Farthest from the stage is where she set up smaller tables for the speed dating. Along the walls she was able to have an open bar on one side and the dinner buffet on the other. Candles on the tables and the strands of party lights made the atmosphere romantic -- perfect for her match making efforts.

The evening seemed magical. The boys played as well as they'd ever played and the acoustics of the old theater, built to accommodate live performances, made their sound fill the hall. Even when they were playing quietly to set a mood, their sound carried to every corner of the theater. Lars showed up in time to see the last few numbers the boys played.

"This certainly looks like a success," Lars said directly into Mrs. King's ear, so she could hear him over the band. It was late, but not a single attendee of her event had left. As a matter of fact, her staff, based on the amount of alcohol the catering company served, arranged for some Uber and Lyft drivers to be nearby when the event ended.

When the boys ended their performance, Lars made his way through the crowd of happy singles and found the boys back stage relaxing with cold drinks supplied by the catering team.

"I'm hungry," said Michael, slouched down in a folding chair looking like he was ready for bed. It was a late night for all the boys.

"Me too," said Lukas while Matthew and Simon mumbled their agreements.

"Here's some money," Lars gave Simon some cash. "Why don't you guys head over to the Café to get some food. I'll take Zach home and we'll see you there."

Before he could even finish his sentence, the boys were snickering and catcalling as if they knew what Lars and Zach planned to do with their alone time. The teasing brought life back to the boys, including Trey and Mrs. King's son, Jordan.

"Okay, dad," said Matthew, "we'll be sure to take our time." He followed the comment with a wink.

"Ohhh! You guys are insufferable," gruffed Lars. Zach joined the boys in laughter.

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It was late and the Café wasn't going to be open much longer after the boys arrived. Instead of grabbing a meal, the boys just ordered milkshakes and split some fries. It hit the spot and the boys said good byes to all the staff on their way out the door.

On their way back home, Lukas asked Michael if he was okay spending the night with Matthew. Since Trey asked Melanie to the dance, Michael had been keeping his distance from the boy and Trey knew it, but Trey wasn't sure why.

Michael slumped his shoulders in disappointment. Lukas took his elbow and slowed down so he could speak to the boy without the others hearing.

"I know you don't want to face Trey, but it's Valentine's Day and I want to spend time with Simon alone," explained Lukas, though he didn't feel like he should have to explain anything. If he wanted Simon to himself for the night, it was his right. "You don't have to stay with Trey, you could stay with Matthew or use my bedroom."

"I'd rather have my bedroom back," said Michael. Trey's presence got on his nerves, but Michael didn't have the heart to tell the boy to find another place to sleep. It would have been just as easy for Trey to sleep in Lukas' room, but Michael had chosen to be the one to sleep elsewhere.

"Well, that is your conversation to have," stated Lukas flatly. From his tone, he made it clear that this was 100% in Michael's court and for him to deal with it. It just pissed Michael off because he already knew that, he just didn't want to address the issue.

"Besides," continued Lukas to Michael's consternation, "it's not fair to Trey for you to act like this and leave him in the dark. He deserves to know why you are avoiding him." With that, Lukas jogged to catch up with the others leaving Michael to sulk. But to his credit, when Matthew entered the Meijer residence and headed for bed, Michael followed the other three boys to Simon's house.

In the hallway, there was a hesitation on Michael's part and Lukas just shook his head no and entered the bedroom behind Simon and shut the door.

Michael watched Trey open the door to his bedroom and the teen turned to see where Michael was going. Michael followed Trey and shut the door when he entered. Trey sat on the edge of the bed nervous. He knew that it was time for their talk, but Trey enjoyed conflict only slightly more than Michael. Michael looked around and took a seat at his table.

"I'm sorry," they both stated. "You go first," again in unison.

Trey stepped in. "I don't know why you are mad at me but I'm sorry. You're like the best friend I've ever had and you've done so much for me, but if you want me to go, I'll leave."

"NO! That's not what I want at all." The thought of Trey out on the streets again upset the younger boy terribly. Out of sorts, his feelings came bubbling to the surface and he fought back the tears. "I'm just stupid."

"Why do you say that?" asked Trey incredulously. Michael was by far the smartest kid he'd ever met.

Michael knew there was no way to have this conversation without just telling Trey the truth about getting his hopes up about the dance. With a deep breath and a sigh, he jumped in with both feet.

"You know last Friday when you came to lunch with the tickets for the dance?"

"Yeah," replied Trey.

"I... well... before you told everyone you were taking Melanie Drake to the dance, I thought you might be asking me." He said it so fast that it took Trey a moment to process what he said.

"Oh."

Michael didn't know how to take that response. After getting his hopes up and then having them dashed, he felt like he deserved more than just "oh". "Well, we were getting pretty hot and heavy," he added defensively.

Trey didn't say anything. The boys just stared at each other across the room.

The silence was broken when Trey offered, "I'm sorry."

Michael huffed and crossed his arms. In his opinion, Trey's peace offering was pretty lame for the pain he caused. "I though you liked me," spat Michael.

"I do," replied Trey.

"I meant as a boyfriend."

Quieter, and unsure of himself, Trey answered again. "I do, I think."

"What do you mean, 'you think'?" The acrid tone melted away from Michael's voice.

"Oh, I don't know," whined Trey. Now the teen felt like he was on the spot. The only way he could explain things to Michael was to say things out loud that he never fully admitted to himself. The younger boy waited patiently while Trey worked up his courage.

"I've never done anything with anyone before... until I met you, that is." Trey crossed his legs and played with the hem of his jeans. "When I got caught looking at gay porn at my foster home, I was looking because I was curious. They have a biological son that is 15 and I was attracted to him. I never thought about being gay or straight or anything. With my mom all over the place, all I had time for was school and making sure we had food, a place to stay and that she made it home okay. Then you came along, and I really like having sex with you and I was thinking I might be gay. But then I met Melanie and I like her too. I've never gone out with a girl before. This is so fucking confusing." Trey dropped his head into his hands.

Michael got up and sat down beside Trey. "Do you think you are bi?"

"How should I know? I'm only thirteen."

Michael thought about that for a while and the two boys sat there quietly.

"I wish you'd told me before," said Michael. "And I should have told you how I felt."

Trey raised his head and looked at his friend.

Michael continued trying to say the things his wise father would say. "You're right. There's no way for you to know if you are gay, straight or bi until you've had more experience. And it's not who you have sex with, it's who you fall in love with. There are plenty of straight boys that have sex with other boys but date girls. Until you have dated for a while, you probably won't know for sure what you want or who you love."

Trey nodded. It made sense to him.

"So, you asked Melanie out because you think she's hot?" asked Michael.

"Yeah," admitted Trey. "She smells good too."

"But you like having sex with boys too, right?"

"Well, with you I do," smiled Trey.

"And you kinda think of me as your boyfriend?"

Trey blushed and nodded.

"How about if I help you get ready for your date with Melanie?" offered Michael.

"What do you mean?" asked Trey.

"You know, what to wear, what flowers to get her, what to do before the dance... you know, that kind of stuff," explained Michael.

"Okay, thanks," said Trey, shooting Michael a wonderful smile.

Michael flashed his dimples back to Trey. "So, do you want to mess around tonight?"

His heart sped up when Michael smiled at him. "Yeah," sighed Trey.

Michael got up and turned down the lights and turned on some music. Trey stripped down and got into bed first. Once Michael lost his clothes, he joined Trey in bed.

"You know," began Michael, taking on the role of tutor, "there's more to having sex with a boy than kissing and sticking your dick in his butt." Kissing and getting fucked by Trey may have been the entire repertoire of their love making, but Michael really didn't have many complaints.

Trey nodded, not sure where Michael was going with this line of thinking.

Michael threw the covers back and looked at a naked Trey, including his soft, three inches of prime boy meat. He crawled over to Trey and straddled the boy's chest and scooted up the teen's body. Michael gazed down as his boyhood rested just above Trey's chin.

Offering his stiff prick to the boy below him, Michael simply said, "Watch your teeth."

Trey leaned forward and sniffed the light musk of the young boy. The pheromones whirled through his sinuses and knocked into the teen's vomeronasal organ. Reaching out with his tongue, he licked the underside of the head. When he didn't find any unpleasant taste, he reached out with his tongue again and swirled it around the head. Ready to take more, Trey opened his mouth and Michael leaned forward and fed Trey his first cock.

While Trey tentatively explored the textures of the cock in his mouth, Michael peaked over his shoulder. He smiled when he saw Trey's little soldier had woken up and was ready for action. In Michael's book, he was certain that Trey didn't dislike dick.

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When Lukas shut the bedroom door, he turned to find Simon waiting for him with open arms. "Happy Valentine's Day, Lukas." Lukas walked over and laid his head on Simon's shoulder and reveled in the feeling of Simon's arms wrapped around him. It occured to him that he was starting to catch up to Simon who'd hit his teen growth spurt first. They stood there and held each other for several minutes swaying gently. Both boys took time to feel the other's heart beat and listen to his partner's breathing.

"My Valentine's Day plans will be Saturday night. It's too late tonight and we have school tomorrow," explained Simon.

"That's okay," said Lukas. "All I want to do tonight is cuddle with you... and give you this." He skipped over to dresser and fished out the card he'd made for Simon and hidden under some clothes.

Before opening the card, the boys got into bed. Propped up on pillows, the covers were pulled up to their waist. Once they were comfortable, Simon opened the card.

"How did you get this?" he asked in amazement. The front of the card was a picture of the couple playing on the stage at the Majestic Theater for Carol's birthday. It was an action shot of them as they raced to the climatic end of "Hole in Your Heart". Simon faced Lukas and the connection between them on stage was obvious even in the photo.

"Mr. Calloway took that for me." The image captured one of the moments where the boys were looking at each other while they played.

Simon opened the card and read the note in Lukas' handwriting:

You are my star and I will follow you anywhere. I love you with all my heart.

Lukas

"It's perfect," said Simon. Not one to be overly emotional, the message caused Simon's voice to quiver.

"It's true." Lukas scooted down in the bed. With his head on Simon's chest, he grabbed his boyfriend and hugged him tightly. Simon put some music on and set his iPhone aside. Relaxing into the pillows, he stroked Lukas' face with one hand and held the boy with his other. In quiet solitude, the boys held each other and reveled in their love for each other... and tried to ignore the sounds coming from the other room.

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Trey's mind only processed the pleasure he enjoyed and desired. The spike in his mouth tasted wonderful and was only enhanced by the light musky scent of the tween he sucked. But the teen was distracted by his needy, leaky boyhood. Adjusting his hips and moving his legs only added to his frustration. Nothing he could do would bring his erection into contact with anything. He only managed to fling his dripping precum all over the place. In desperation, Trey reached for his deprived cock, only to find that with Michael's legs under his arms, he couldn't reach it.

Michael smiled when he realized how turned on the dirty-blonde was from sucking dick. But, noting Trey's frustration and that for his first time, the boy's mouth was probably getting tired, Michael switched to outright fucking the teen's mouth. He held Trey's head in place with his left-hand and steadied himself by holding the headboard with his right. The older boy responded by tightening his lips around the pistoning cock and flicking his tongue.

It never occurred to Trey what would inevitably happen. Eventually, Michael's steady pace faltered. With a grunt, he smashed his pubic area against Trey's face and watched. Trey's eyes shot open when the first blast of clear boy's cream splattered his tonsils. If it had been a more mature boy, the size of the load would have certainly gagged Trey. Michael's boy-sized load was a perfect first try for Trey who was able to swallow it down. Satisfied, Michael pulled out.

"Wow..." was all Trey could say. Michael smiled at that reaction.

Ready to get Trey off so they could get some sleep, Michael reached back and smeared the teen's leaking precum around his phallus to prepare it for penetration. Trey flinched when his sensitive organ was grabbed unexpectantly and twitched from the luxurious tickle of Michael's slippery hand grazing his sensitive head.

Using the precum that remained on his hand, Michael slicked himself up and scooted back. He quickly aligned and plunged onto the rock-hard cock.

"SHIT!" shouted Trey as he grabbed Michael's hips. His dick went from complete neglect to full on, down and dirty, ass fucking as Michael bounced up and down on Trey's cock as fast as he could.

"Uuuungh..." groaned Trey. He groaned again even louder. Then with one more quick "ungh" the teen lifted his head off the pillow and unloaded his pent-up seed into Michael's clutching ass. Michael continued to ride Trey's orgasm to torture the older boy.

"Fuck... stop... *gasp* stop... I can't... fuck..."

Michael took pleasure in torturing the boy who'd hurt his feelings. When Michael finally decided to end the boy's torture he slowed to a stop.

"That... *gasp* was the most... *gasp* intense orgasm... of my life."

Michael smiled then laughed. 'Uh huh,' he thought to himself. 'Let's see Melanie do that.' He plopped himself down beside Trey and pulled the covers up. Each boy slept with a smile on his face.

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Lars and Zach woke with a start.

Though Zach was still groggy, Lars was in alert dad mode. He checked the time on his phone then pulled up the ATD Security app to check the status of the security system of both homes.

"What was that?" asked Zach.

"I don't know," stated Lars, listening intently.

They heard a loud voice from the other end of the house and a shout of "no". In a flash, both men were out of bed. Lars grabbed the fireplace poker he kepted under the bed since the intrusion the night of the Singles Mingle. Armed with the poker, the two men crept into the hallway to find the source of the noise.

Lars stopped and turned to Zach and whispered quietly. "Grab your phone and be prepared to alert the security detail that we need help." Zach scrambled into the room and around the bed to get his phone. When he returned to Lars' side, the message was typed, and he was ready to hit the send button.

They heard another shout of "no".

Lars recognized the voice. "That's Matthew." The men rushed to the teen's room and threw the door open to surprise any intruder. Relieved there was no intruder, Zach and Lars exhaled and the poker was leaned against the wall.

Matthew tossed and struggled against his bedding. He groaned as he fought to free himself from the tangled mess he'd created.

Zach watched Lars sit on the edge of the bed and gently wake the sleeping teen. When Matthew finally woke, he was startled and disoriented.

"It's okay. It's okay," repeated Lars until the boy's breathing calmed and his body relaxed. Then Lars helped Matthew disentangle himself and sit up.

"You were having quite a nightmare," informed Lars. The look on Matthew's face told him it wasn't the first. "How long have you been having them?"

"I don't know," groaned Matthew. "A couple weeks or so."

Lars thought for a bit. "Since Michael started sleeping next door?"

"Yeah? I guess, maybe." This was too much thinking for the teen. He'd really hoped to sleep through the night. He needed the rest

"I think maybe we need to reassess the sleeping arrangements," offered Lars, looking at Zach to check his partner's reaction. "At least while Trey is here."

"If it will help, I'll stay in here with Matthew tonight," offered Zach. "If that will help him sleep."

"I've got a better idea." Lars stood and grabbed Matthew's pillow. "Come join us tonight. We'll figure something else out tomorrow."

If it has been a week or so ago, Matthew would have fought this solution. He wasn't a little kid and didn't want to be treated as one. But he was tired and really wanted to get some solid sleep and was willing to accept any solution if it worked.