WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 15, 2017

Curtis and Will set their lunches down at the table where Scott, Jordan and Lukas were seated. Michael always arrived a bit later coming from is Algebra II independent study class. This week Trajan was also a late arrival. Their lunch period overlapped with the fifth-grade lunch period. Trajan took advantage of this time for he and Derek to squeeze in a few texts before the younger boy had to put his phone away.

"Let's enjoy the few moments of peace we have before Trajan gets here," joked Will.

"I know, he used to never talk and now he won't shut up about Derek or anything else. Jeez!" said Curtis, much less jovial than Will.

"Both of you cut it out," scolded Scott in Trajan's defense. "He's been miserable worrying about coming out to us and his parents. Now the weight's off his shoulders and he's found someone special. He deserves to be happy and he deserves our support."

Scott's defense of Trajan seemed disproportionate to their friendship. No one thought the two boys were that close as friends. It was true, they weren't, but the weekend had brought light Scott's role in Trajan's misery. Scott had guessed Trajan was gay, but it wasn't until the party that Scott realized that Trajan was in love with him. He felt stupid not recognizing it before and contributing to Trajan's misery. Now that Trajan was able to move on and found someone else to direct his affection to, Scott was committed to be there to support his friend.

Just then, Trajan came bouncing up to the table. "Hey guys! What's up?" The curly-haired 13-year-old grinned from ear to ear and had a sparkle in his eyes everyone in school had noticed.

"How's the boyfriend?" asked Scott. The dirty look from Curtis nearly seared a hole in the side of Scott's head.

"He's great! How are you guys today?"

"We were just talking about Mrs. Harmon's history exam on Friday. Why make us study the week before Thanksgiving?" Scott didn't care about the exam. He loved History and could take the test right then and ace it. But he needed to find a topic to get everyone talking about something other than Trajan's unexpected love life.

Will chirped in with his typical snide remark. "Because it's better than studying the week OF Thanksgiving!" Everyone laughed.

The boys had a lively discussion about school and the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday. It was almost the end of lunch when Michael finally arrived for lunch.

"Where have you been?" asked Lukas, curious as to why Michael was so late for the second day in a row.

"I had to make a phone call," replied Michael, not wanting to take time to explain further when he had so little time to eat.

Michael wolfed down his lunch as he listened to his friends chatter. When the bell rang, he and Lukas headed to Phys Ed.

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East Harbor had two elementary schools, aptly named North and South. Trajan, like Derek, had attended North and both boys lived close enough they walked to the North Elementary campus as students.

Since spending the night with Derek after the soccer team's party, Trajan made it a point to walk Derek home from school every day. Though he lived far enough away to ride the bus to and from the middle school, North Elementary was halfway between the middle school and home. The elementary school day ended an hour after the high school and middle school giving him plenty of time to get there before Derek's day ended. One his way to pick up Derek, Trajan thought back to Sunday and coming out to the two families.

Robert watched Derek and Trajan in the rearview mirror as he drove them to meet the McCall parental units. He knew his parents accepted Derek being gay long ago. Though the boy wasn't effeminate, he had been boy crazy since first grade – maybe even earlier. Though many of the teachers and school administrators enjoyed their world of denial - dismissing it as a phase and suggesting Derek would grow out of it - Judith and Paul McCall embraced Derek just the way he was.

The teen pondered his parents' reactions. Derek being gay was one thing. Derek being in a sexual relationship with an eighth grader was a whole other ballgame. From the way his little brother was walking, there could be no doubt what had gone on over at the Meijer household. He'd literally come out to the pool that morning with cum soaking his Speedos.

He felt like he should be more concerned about his little brother. It took him a few blocks before he realized it wasn't that he wasn't worried about Derek, but he felt Derek was in good hands. Robert was beginning to really like Trajan and how the two boys got along together. He doubted Derek would find true love with the first boy he dated, or he was old enough or mature enough to distinguish between love and lust. However, what he saw when the boys were in the hot tub wasn't two horny boys being infatuated with each other. They truly seemed interested in one another as a person: listening intently to the other; laughing or commiserating; doting; and showing true caring and affection. He didn't understand why Derek seemed to randomly climb under the covers with Trajan the night before, but what started out as a seemly random act quickly turned into something more.

Trajan wasn't sure what had him more nervous. One minute he worried about coming out and meeting the parents of his young boyfriend. Would they kill him for being an eighth grader and fucking their innocent little fifth grader? The next minute he feared coming out to his own parents who probably never suspected he was gay, let alone coming home with a boyfriend in tow. It was too late to change his mind, he was already in the car and heading to the McCall residence.

Robert pulled into the driveway and Derek could hardly wait for the car to stop before he opened the door and pulled Trajan along with him.

"Wait," said Trajan, needing a moment to gather himself before entering the house.

Trajan's request helped Derek gather himself too. He faced the curly-haired boy and smiled. Looking into Trajan's eyes was like a sedative for Derek. He relaxed, centered himself, and understood that this isn't him dragging a cute boy home and disappearing into his bedroom. This was Trajan, the boy who paid attention to him, who wanted to know him, not just have the hot little blonde suck him off.

Trajan fixed Derek's collar and then leaned in and gave the younger boy a loving peck on the lips. Derek smiled and gave Trajan a hug.

"Don't be nervous. My mom is going to love you," said Derek. "Are you ready?" Robert waited at the door for the boys and witnessed the exchange. Derek asking if Trajan was ready was so out of character for Derek, but it made the connection between the boys obvious.

Trajan nodded and took Derek's proffered hand. He thanked Robert for holding the door and allowing the boys to enter first. To Trajan, the house seemed like most houses in the neighborhood – not too different from his own. But what he did notice made him smile. As much as Derek was boy crazy, he was also a ham for the camera. There were photos of him all around the house – his beautiful hazel eyes and bright smile adorned every corner of every room. There was something about this house that made the middle schooler feel the love the McCall parents felt for both of their boys.

"Mom?" Unlike most days when Derek came running into the house shouting his arrival, he simply called for his mother.

"We're in the kitchen," announced his father.

When the three boys entered, they found Mr. and Mrs. McCall cooking together. Paul was cutting up toppings for the hamburgers his wife was cooking on their indoor infrared grill. The table was set for four with potato salad, homemade French fries and baked beans topped with bacon, fresh out of the oven. Just the sight of the McCall parents made Trajan's heart warm putting him at ease.

Paul looked over his shoulder and before Derek could say anything, Paul turned to his wife. "Honey, I think we need to set another place at the table. We have an important guest."

Judith turned and saw the two boys holding hands. The sparkle in Derek's eye told more than her young son's words ever could. "I hope you can stay for lunch. Please call your parents and let them know we invited you."

Trajan nodded his head and turned into the living room. Derek followed while Robert stood at the door watching the activity in both rooms. Trajan pulled out his phone and called him mom.

"Hey mom," said Trajan. Robert and Derek listened even if they couldn't hear the other half of the conversation. "Yes, it was fun. I'll have to tell you about it when I get home... Uh huh... Yeah... Mom, Mrs. McCall invited me to have lunch with them... Yeah... It's Robert and Derek's family. They live on Chestnut... Yeah... Okay. Will you and dad be there when I get home? Uh huh... I want to talk to you guys about something. Okay. Love you too."

Trajan turned to Derek. "She said I could stay for lunch. Can you come to my house after lunch to meet my parents? I have to be home at 2 o'clock."

"We can ask during lunch," said Derek.

Returning to the kitchen, they found a fifth place at the table had been set next to Derek's usual seat. Robert took his seat and watched intently.

Judith placed the burgers on the table and started a couple more just in case they were needed. Paul set the toppings on the table. Taking his wife by her waist, the gave Derek their attention so he could say what he'd been patiently waiting to say.

Derek took Trajan's hand and look at the boy. Trajan glanced back at Derek and matched him tooth for tooth in the smile department. The boys turned back to the parents.

"Mom. Dad. I'd like to introduce my boyfriend, Trajan De Luca. Trajan, this is my dad, Paul, and my mother, Judith."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. and Mrs. McCall," said Trajan, extending a hand to Mr. McCall.

"First of call, it's Paul. Second, we're a hug family, not shake hands." He pulled Trajan into a bear hug. "And third, who is this child you brought with you into our home and what did you do with our son?"

Everyone burst out laughing at Paul's joke, but for he and Judith, it wasn't far from the truth. In just one overnight party, their wild child had been transformed into a wonderfully polite young man. Either Dr. Meijer had a sleepless night performing a miracle, or this cute, curly-haired boy with glasses had made a deep impression on their son.

Judith tapped in for her turn giving Trajan a hug. "I'm so happy to meet you. Sit here next to Derek." She pulled out the chair for the boy.

They all enjoyed lunch and conversation. Trajan was careful to let them know he was only 13 and his birthday wasn't until May before he revealed to them he was in the eighth grade.

Though concerned about the age difference, Derek's parents realized that voicing their concerns during this meal was not in anyone's best interest. They choose to learn about this new boy and observe his interactions with Derek. Robert was doing the same thing. Pulling into the driveway, he imagined himself being raking him over the coals by his parents for allowing an eighth grader to take advantage of his little brother – the one he should have been protecting. But even Robert sensed something special between the boys and watched as his parents grew to appreciate what a special boy Trajan De Luca was as a person, and what we did for their son.

"May I go to Trajan's house to meet his parents? He's supposed to be home by two." Derek had no doubt his parents would agree.

"Sure, that would be nice," said Judith.

"Trajan, how long of you been out to your parents?" asked Paul.

Trajan about choked on the spoonful of baked beans he'd just shoved his mouth. He took a drink of his iced tea and cleared his throat.

"I haven't. I only came out yesterday evening with the help of this little guy." Trajan smiled at Derek and Derek grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze.

Paul took on a serious tone. "Trajan, how do you think your parents are going to react to your coming out?"

Trajan shrugged, "I don't know." He honestly didn't. It's not a topic that he's ever heard his parents discuss and he'd never brought it up. Being an only child, it wasn't like it came up with siblings.

"Trajan, I'm concerned about Derek going with you. If your parents decide to make this a negative experience, I don't want Derek there and getting caught in the middle."

Trajan slumped in his chair. He hadn't thought about his coming out going bad and Derek being hurt.

"I'm sorry, that's not what I wanted you to hear. Those are my concerns, but my solution isn't to not allow Derek to go with you. Judith and I are going to go with you, too."

The smiles and sparkles in their eyes returned and Derek squeezed Trajan's hand even harder. Trajan was certain that having the team of Derek, Judith and Paul at his side, his parents would accept him being gay.

At ten till two, the McCall's started their Ford Explorer and Paul, Judith and all three boys headed to the De Luca household. When they piled out of the SUV, they approached the front door. Before Trajan opened the front door, Derek turned his boyfriend to face him. He dusted the crumbs off the front of Trajan's jersey and gave his boyfriend a quick kiss.

"It's going to be alright, I know it is," said Derek with all the confidence in the world. He grabbed Trajan's hand and squeezed it tight.

They entered the house to find his father reading the newspaper and his mother working on a sudoku. Neither paid attention to the TV where the Chargers played the Jaguars.

"Mom? Dad?" said Trajan, getting his parents' attention. They had heard their son come home, but they didn't realize he brought guests.

"Oh, hi, I'm sorry," Trish De Luca rose from her chair. "We didn't know Trajan was bringing guests." Trajan's mom extended her hand. Trajan's father, Giovanni, was right behind her, greeting their unexpected guests.

"Mom, dad, this is Mr. and Mrs. McCall, Paul and Judith. These are my parents, Trish and Giovanni De Luca." The parents shook hands and greeted each other warmly.

"This is their oldest son, Robert. He's a junior on the lacrosse team. He plays with my friends Lukas and Michael."

"Nice to meet you Robert," said Trajan's parents, still a bit puzzled as to why they have guests.

"And this," indicating Derek with the hand that was occupied with Derek's hand, "is Derek McCall, my boyfriend."

Puzzled, if not shocked, both Giovanni and Trish shook Derek's hand after Trajan remembered to release it.

"It's nice to meet you Derek," both parents said, lacking any sense of authenticity in their greeting. Each parent looked to the other for a cue, uncertain of what to say or do.

Trajan was disappointed in his parent's attitude. They didn't greet Derek with the warmth that the McCalls made him feel when he met them.

"Are you disappointed?" asked Trajan.

"What? Why would we be disappointed?" asked Judith, surprised by the question.

"Disappointed that I'm gay," said Trajan before he thought about the words coming out of this mouth. He never expected himself to be that direct and if it wasn't his fear of his parent's disapproval, he probably wouldn't have.

"Oh no, son," said Giovanni, pulling Trajan into a hug. "We're just confused is all."

"About what?" Trajan thought he'd made things very clear. He was gay and Derek was his boyfriend.

"Well," Trish looked to Giovanni. She didn't want to say this in front of their guests, but she couldn't find a graceful way to move the conversation to another room. "Well, we thought Scott was your boyfriend."

The thought made Trajan laugh out loud. His parents had figured out he was gay years earlier and recognized the signs of Trajan's crush on Scott Schultz. Even if Trajan didn't talk about Scott incessantly, the random doodles with Scott's name in a field of little hearts was all the evidence they needed. They expected Trajan to bring Scott home and announced they were boyfriends. They never expected Trajan to show up with another boy, especially one they'd never heard him mention before.

Like the McCalls, there was some concern about the age difference between the boys, but they also recognized the fact that they were closer in age than their grade difference would suggest. Trajan showed Derek his bedroom while the parents, with Robert, got to know each other and talk about the budding relationship between their sons.

"I like your room," said Derek, taking in the personal affects his boyfriend had chosen for his room. The bed was made with a blue plaid comforter. The pillows were clad in white cotton sheets. The room had a few posters, mainly of science themes – the planets, NASA photos of different celestial objects, and an Albert Einstein poster with the scientist sticking out his tongue. That poster made Derek laugh, even though he had no idea who the funny man was.

Books filled up a couple bookshelves and were stacked on Trajan's desk. And in front of the window as a 10-inch Dobsonian telescope. Trajan noticed Derek's fascination with the telescope, so he explained how it worked. Derek didn't understand everything his boyfriend said, but he appreciated Trajan not talking down to him like he was a little kid.

After showing Derek around his room, he walked over to the boy and held him in his arms. The both basked in the other's embrace – they didn't need anything more than to just be together. Derek closed his eyes and just melted into Trajan's arms. If he could be held like that forever, he'd be perfectly happy. Trajan, on the other hand, tried to imprint every possible piece of sensory input he could identify. He wanted to be able to replay this moment over and over again when he was alone in his room. He studied the color of Derek's hair, the smell of his shampoo and natural boy smells, the feel of the boy's tight, lithe body, and more.

It worked. On his walk to pick Derek up from school, Trajan relived that embrace as if was happening at that very moment. He arrived at North Elementary 10 minutes before the final bell and took a seat on the bike rack, their usual meeting spot at the end of the school day. While he waited, Trajan pulled out his phone and browsed the photos of him and Derek, or just Derek. He couldn't believe how much his life had changed in just a few short days.

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While Trajan walked to North, Simon, Lukas, and Michael enjoyed the beautiful November day as they strolled up Maple Street.

"So, what's with your making phone calls during lunch?" asked Lukas, his curiosity getting the best of him.

"I'm trying to set up a surprise and I think it is going to work," revealed Michael.

"What kind of a surprise? Who's it for? When will it happen?" Lukas rattled off questions before Michael could even answer one.

"Well, your mom and dad have been so nice to me, I wanted to do something nice for them," proudly stated Michael.

"Yeah, they are pretty special," said Lukas.

Simon nodded in agreement. "So, what are you going to do? Buy them a gift?" he asked.

"No. You know, we're all be going off to college in a few years. I was thinking it would be nice for each of our parents to have someone special in their lives, my mom included," explained Michael.

The boys began to understand Michael's reasoning, especially from his mother's standpoint.

"Are you gonna to hook them up with dates?" asked Simon, trying to make the connection between Michael's phone calls and his idea for their parents.

"Well, not exactly," said Michael. "At first, I thought Lars and Carol were a couple, or would end up getting together. But I think they are too good of friends to date."

Lukas nodded and added, "Yeah, we wondered about that too when we were younger, but it never happened."

"Then I remembered Jordan's mom runs a match making company where she finds business executives dates." Michael paused to let the other boys digest what he said before he continued. "Part of her business is holding singles parties where single men and women are introduced to each other. It's kinda like speed dating, but they have other activities too. They meet lots of people and potentially find people they would like to get to know better."

"That's kind of a neat idea," mused Lukas. He wondered what kind of person his dad would like.

"So..." Michael took a deep breath before he told them the big reveal. "I thought WE could host a singles party. Well, not be the hosts, but we could have the party in the backyard like we did the soccer party. Mrs. King would host and run the party."

"Then what would we do?" asked Simon.

Michael got a big grin on his face. "We'd be the entertainment. We could put on another show like we did for the soccer party."

Lukas and Simon didn't know what to think of Michael's idea. The idea of playing another show and having a party at their homes sounded like a great idea. However, they couldn't imagine brining another adult into their lives. When it came to having Carol and Lars in their lives, it just seemed perfect. Michael sensed their apprehension.

"She'd like to have the party the weekend after Thanksgiving. She said that's a good time to get a big turn out and is one of her favorite weekends to hold events. She will send out the invites, organize the decorations and food, and will host and organize all of the match making activities."

December 2nd wasn't that far off, but Mrs. King could plan these events in her sleep, and she kept her singles mailing lists up-to-date. Michael had convinced her that the boys were up for being the entertainment. With the boys organizing themselves to be the entertainment, that was one less thing she had to pay for or worry about. The deal was, for hosting the party, Lars, Carol and Megan would be able to attend the party and use her service for free. If the party was the success, as she expected it to be, that was more than a fair trade.

Simon and Lukas had one of the non-verbal discussions that Michael found interesting. It was almost like his friends back home that were twins. It was like they minds.

"Okay, we're in," said Simon. What he didn't tell Michael was that they doubted, and even hoped, Carol and Lars would not find someone. They didn't care to have step parents, but they knew it might be a good thing for Michael and his mother. From what they understood, they reasoned that if Michael's mother could find a new husband, it might provide her the she needs so she can focus on being a parent to Michael again. As much as they loved their lil'bro and how great of a parent Lars was to Michael, they knew Michael missed his mother and needed his real family too. That is the only reason why they agreed. Well, that and the fun they would have playing for an audience again.

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After a hot session online with Sarah, CA_MILF_32, Lewis needed to get off again. He'd shot a load for her on camera then watched her masturbate to an orgasm herself before Lewis got offline. It was time for his dad to stop by his room to say goodnight. Once his dad went to bed, Lewis stripped and hopped into his. He fantasized about finally getting to hook up with Sarah. He imagined unloading his balls into her cunt as he plastered his belly and chest with his second load of the evening. Now that the tension was gone, he could think.

The newly minted 14-year-old was confused. In many ways, his life was going pretty good for a change. Since he met Sarah online, he'd taken a bit more interest in school and in his body. With some simple monitoring of what he was eating and taking a little time to work out each day, he was looking better. Sarah became more and more vocal about how attractive he was and that if he kept it up, he'd be even hotter. Now that he was 14, she seemed more anxious to have sex with him. She planned to arrange for a weekend when he could spend the night and they could fuck as much as they wanted.

With Lewis' low self-esteem, the idea of being 14 and dipping his dick in an adult pussy, without a rubber, seemed to be a great way to prove he was more, that he was better, than his dad made him feel. It would also give him some street cred with his buddies. He would have fucked a woman while they hadn't even gotten to second base. It never occurred to him that since all of his sessions with Sarah had been online, technically, he still had yet to get to first base.

Despite all the benefits Lewis found in his relationship with Sarah, there was something about this whole situation that bugged him. Since Sarah sent him the video, the dynamics of their relationship had changed. Up to getting the video, Sarah made him do things for her. He would do things on camera she wanted because they turned her on and then she would send him what he needed to take down Michael Grant.

Once he received the infamous video, he followed her instructions. He downloaded the video to a folder and buried the folder on his laptop where no one would to find it. Then he deactivated the email account and cleared his browser history and made sure it hadn't saved the email account password. After following Sarah directions to the letter, his curiosity and excitement drove him crazy. He couldn't wait to watch it.

He waited until late into the evening when his father was certain to be asleep. Just to be safe, Lewis locked his bedroom door, put on headphones, then played the video. With each second the video played, his desire to share the video slipped away. Instead of the video being his gold mine, he found it incredibly disturbing. He expected the video to show the little faggot having a grand old time on his knees sucking cock or moaning with pleasure as he takes it up the ass. Instead, he felt ill.

The video showed Michael, blindfolded, tied up with his wrists handcuffed and pulled up behind his back. As Michael cried out in pain and begged them to stop and let him go, he was orally and anally raped. A man with a mask came in and took the abuse to another level. Michael cried and begged. When the man pulled the chain and he heard something pop and Michael screamed in pain. He hit Pause. There were 30 more minutes of video and he didn't plan to ever watch them. He closed the video and hadn't opened it since.

He had second thoughts about trying to hurt Michael and he told Sarah. Instead of her sympathizing, Sarah ratcheted up her rhetoric. She told Lewis if and when he would release the video or still images and even suggested ways he execute her plan. He didn't understand why Sarah took so much, or even any, interest in doing this to Michael. What he did understand was that if he kept Sarah happy, she'd have sex with him. So, for how, he went along with what she told him to do.

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FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 17, 2017

It wasn't until Friday that Gavin was able to join Simon, Lukas and Michael at the Novak/Meijer compound to spend the night.

Since the night of the soccer team's party, the boys had spent their afternoons together as usual and nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but they each felt the elephant in the room. Though prior to last Saturday each coupled had briefly discussed the idea of messing around with others, the four friends, without much planning or forethought, ended up having quite the little orgy in Lukas' bedroom with Derek and Trajan. Not only did the four friends enjoy each other's bodies, that day was a day of firsts: Michael and Lukas each topped for the first time; Derek bottomed for the first time (for two different boys); and Trajan, Lukas, and Simon all learned the fine art of anilingus.

The next morning, everyone went about their business, but no one mentioned a word about the evening's activities. As the week progressed, it became more and more obvious they were avoiding the topic even when each boy felt they needed to be talk about what they did. The problem was, no one wanted to be the first person to admit they liked it in case the others didn't.

When they got home from school this afternoon, Gavin decided to surprise everyone again. Saturday it had been a mild shocker that he agreed to the group activity, but it was really out of character when he took charge and direct the activities. This afternoon, he accepted that role again.

"Guys, we just need to talk about it," said Gavin as he dropped his backpack to the floor and plopped onto the studio sofa. No other context was needed, they all knew what he meant.

"Maybe we should talk as couples first?" asked Lukas. He was nervous to admit he wanted to do more stuff like that in case Simon didn't feel the same way.

"I understand. I think we are each nervous to admit how we feel about the other night in case we aren't in sync with our partner." Gavin clarified the situation perfectly. He walked over to a decorative bowl that had colored marbles in it. He picked up four white and four black and returned to the group and gave each boy one of each color.

"The white means you had fun and want to mess around again, the black means you don't want to do it again. Turn your back to the group so no one else can see which marble you pick and place the marble of your choice in your right hand," instructed Gavin.

The boys turned and made their selection.

"Now turn and face me." They did and found Gavin standing there with the emptied ash bucket from the fireplace raised above eye level.

"Reach up and place your hand inside the bucket then turn your head and look away. When I count to three, drop your marble. No one will know who dropped which marble. One, two, three." Four marbles clinked on the bottom of the aluminum bucket. Gavin set the bucket on the floor and the four boys eagerly leaned over to look in. They saw four white marbles.

"YES!" said Lukas with more enthusiasm than he meant to express. The other three looked at him curiously. "Well, I wanna fuck that hot ass again," explained Lukas, pointing toward Michael. Everyone cracked up laughing, but then Michael got a serious look on his face.

"You guys don't think I'm a slut or something, do you?"

"No, of course not! Why would we think that?" said Lukas.

"Well, I was afraid you would start to think I liked the things those men did to me, but I didn't. It wasn't like that at all," said Michael, almost pleading for understanding.

Gavin grabbed his little lover into a tight squeeze and Lukas quickly joined in from behind. "We know that, sweetness," said Gavin, using the term of endearment that Michael seemed to like best.

Lukas took a page out of his dad's playbook. "Yeah, lil' bro. We know it wasn't anything like that. But you know what my dad would say. He'd say, if you had to ask the question, then you feel the need to explain. You'll feel better if you tell us how it was different for you."

"Well, first of all..." Michael looked for the right words. He wanted to say it just right but every time he thought he had the right words, he felt they might also send a different message tham he meant. He finally just dove in.

"Well, I like sex," he blushed when he said it. "I mean, I like the kind of sex we had Saturday night... you know... getting fucked." Michael blushed an even deeper shade of red. The boys just nodded while they let Michael find his words.

"But that's really what those men did to me. I mean they fucked me but..." Michael was getting frustrated so Lukas helped him out.

"...but we love you," added Lukas.

"Yeah," Michael sighed in relief. "I always thought that if I liked the person and wanted to have sex with them, I could enjoy it if they were nice and didn't hurt me. You know, they want me to have fun too. That sex could be fun. But that's not what Saturday was. Gavin, you're my boyfriend and I love you more every day. Lukas, you're the best friend I've ever had, and I love you. And Simon, the way you look out for me and help me with lacrosse and stuff, you remind me so much of Matthew, you really are like a big brother to me. I love you guys so much. That's why Saturday was different. I wanted you guys to fuck me because I enjoy it and because I love you."

"We love you too," said Simon, taking his turn at giving Michael a hug.

"So, if we continue to have sex together, you won't think I'm a slut?" asked Michael, just to be sure. It was something he was called back home before they moved and sometimes believed it himself.

"NO!" said the other three almost in unison.

Lukas turned Michael so they were face to face, just like his dad does when he speaks to Michael and wants his full attention. "It's okay to enjoy sex. To have sex because you enjoy it."

Michael nodded in understanding. It sounded like something Lars would say.

Now that everyone felt free to discuss the fun they had Saturday night, they had a lively conversation. That evening they enjoyed pizza and Netflix while coming to some general understandings. They'd decided that the four of them had permission to do sex stuff with each other anytime they wanted. They also agreed that if there was going to be play again with anyone outside the four of them, like with Derek, Trajan, or both, that they wanted to play together, with their boyfriend, or it should be discussed with their partner first. Each felt that this made sense. The funny thing is, after all that talk, they ended up not having sex at all that night. They simply fell to sleep in the family room cuddled up to their lover on the sectional.

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TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 21, 2017

It had taken some doing, but Michael talked Lars and Carol into hosting the singles party. Each expressed their disinterest in the party, but, like Simon and Lukas, they saw the potential payoff for Megan, newly back from the treatment center, to have an opportunity to meet some higher-quality men than those she'd been hanging out with since the divorce. A happy, stable, Megan would make Michael happy. For that reason, and that reason alone, they agreed.

Michael wanted the party to be perfect. He spent the last week being a busy-bee. Frequent calls to Mrs. King helped Michael understand the type of music would make the event most successful, specific music needs for the event, etc. That put his young mind to work arranging a set list and practice schedule. Though the upcoming holiday weekend would provide ample opportunity for the band to practice, on this particular evening, he was excited to get home and get started.

Zach had been around to practice regularly. He ended up moving back to East Harbor over the previous weekend and was living at home with his parents and his little brother Scott. According to Zach, he was over the whole LA scene, but something didn't ring true to his story to Michael or Lukas.

Garrett, on the other hand, was still living in LA. Today he'd driven down from LA since he didn't have any classes on Wednesday. He planned to spend the weekend with is family for Thanksgiving and his little friends playing in their studio. Since it was raining, he picked the boys up from school.

When they arrived at Simon's, they saw Zach's car at Lukas' house. The boys headed there first to let Lars' know they were home and to gather Zach. They found the pair in the kitchen, cleaning up after having lunch together.

"Hi dad, we're home," said Lukas, pausing to give his dad a hug, followed by hugs from Michael and Simon.

"Zach, you ready to practice?" asked Garrett.

"Yeah, I'm coming," replied Zach as he dried his hands and followed. The boys dropped their backpacks off in Lukas' room then headed next door. The five boys, well, three boys and two young adult males, entered the studio to find two garment bags.

"What are these?" asked Zach.

"Well," said Michael, "we want to make you two official members of Courage Game. Those are your outfits for the show."

"Really?" asked Garrett, opening the bag to find an identical gun metal gray suit with a green tie and tennis shoes like the boys wore for their Homecoming show. "Thanks guys, but you know, I'm straight, right?"

"Yeah, we know, but if you're going to be playing shows with us, you need a matching outfit," explained Lukas with a laugh.

"Especially if we are going to be playing for events like the match making party," added Michael more seriously.

Garrett had mixed emotions about the whole thing. He was touched that the boys considered him a member of the band but couldn't picture himself wearing matching outfits with a bunch of school boys. Zach noticed Garrett's reaction and mentioned how he thought it was cool for them to dress like some of the bands they cover, like The Hive.

"So, I have something fun for us to do today," said Michael, piquing the interest of the other boys.

"For the singles party, they need background music for the party and then we'll play a regular set at the end. Instead of practicing the set list, I thought we could work on the background music," informed Michael.

The other band members weren't sure what he meant so they remained silent waiting for Michael to fill them in.

"For the background music, we need to play mostly instrumental. We can have some lyrics. Mrs. King said that something that had a good beat to get people be in a good mood works best. To make it easy on us, I thought we could jam. You know, play something and each take turns improvising. We can make arrangements that would give us a beginning and end and we just play whatever in the middle. If we extend a song for a 20 minute jam session, we only need to have three of four songs and we can cover the entire party." It made perfect sense to Michael. Simon and Lukas were skeptical about doing instrumental work or how the improvising would even work. Luckily for them, Garrett had played on and off with a band that did some jazz improvisation and Zach had played with some friends that liked to jam. They liked to think they modeled themselves after the Grateful Dead. Zach never bought into that idea, but they were fun to hang out with.

The lukewarm reception to his idea didn't deter Michael, he knew he was right. He proposed the first song and suggested they learn the song before they try to arrange and extend the song. The boys set about learning "Raise Love" by Brad. None of them had heard the song before, but they enjoyed the new the sound. Lukas enjoyed the syncopated drum part, the bass line was funky, and the guitar parts brought the song together with some melody and grit. Michael already learned the keyboard and lyrics, so he was ready to lead when the others were ready to attempt the song.

By the end of the evening, they added another Brad song, "20th Century", to their list of songs to work on. This song provided a groove the boys really dug into and inspired them to work on playing tight to pull of the feel of the song. The idea of playing background music for the event sounded better and better as the evening progressed. By the party, they'd end up only playing arrangements they made from songs from Brad's "Shame" album.

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"Get your ass back in here," screamed Idell Grant. She'd hoped she was finished raising kids when her daughter Rachel moved out, but her son Bruce was too busy with his career. After his divorce, he dropped of his oldest son and how she was stuck with a teenage boy.

She turned down the hallway and saw the bedroom door slam shut. When he arrived, she found the door locked. "Are you drunk again?" she yelled through the bedroom door. "Wait 'til your grandfather gets home."

Matthew buried his face into his pillow. Yeah, he was drunk, but no amount of drinking absolved him of the misery, the pain, and the guilt that was his life. He hated everyone and everything around him.

He wasn't surprised his father wanted him to stay in Washington during the summer, but when school started he found himself left in this shithole. That is when he realized the truth. His father kept custody of him as a power play against his mom – nothing more. He finally understood that being kept from his mother and little brother was simply a way to hurt them without regard what it did to him. It hurt him deeply.

If his family was going to split up, he should have at least been allow to stay home and go to school with his friends. But his dad left him here in Mossyrock, Washington. His once promising football career would be wasted playing for a school that only suited up 18 players. Hell, the school only had just over 250 students from seventh through twelfth grades. Back in Forest Grove, there were something like 450 to 500 students just in his sophomore class.

It is nearly Thanksgiving and he hadn't heard from his father since finding out he wasn't coming home. That was August. His attempts to call his father only resulted in unreturned voicemails or messages left with his secretary.

Now all Matthew wanted was to make it all go away. Some of the guys at school offered him some beer afterschool and getting drunk helped him temporarily forget his misery, but alcohol wasn't doing it anymore. It was fun at first. He enjoyed the lack of control and how it made him feel silly. But the more he used it, the less it worked and the worse he felt, physically and emotionally. Now the alcohol only made him more depressed and hate his life even more.

Laying there he made a decision. He would turn 16 in less than a month and he'd get his driver's license giving him a legal ID. Since it was clear his dad didn't want him, he was going to find his mom and Michael.

However, Matthew was wrong about his father not wanting him. For Bruce, it was much more complicated, and he didn't know what to do. When he sent Matthew to stay with his own mother and father, it was meant to keep Matthew away from the courtroom drama and fall out from the trail of his Freshman football coach. Bruce knew things were going to come out about Matthew. He reasoned that if Matthew wasn't in town, or even in the Portland area, the odds of him knowing what was going on would be minimal. Matthew finished his Freshman year being home schooled.

Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months. Soon summer came and the town was still abuzz with talk about the trial, Michael, and the breakup of the Grant family. Keeping the details private allowed the members of the community to fill in the details with their own stories. Bruce felt bringing Matthew back to this atmosphere wasn't an option. The town had turned against Michael and Matthew would have been dragged into it.

Even after Megan and Michael moved away, there was no way to shelter Matthew from all that'd happened since he was sent to Mossyrock. Bruce just couldn't find a way to make this work. Instead, he unintentionally just wished it would all go away.

All of this had made Bruce's life more difficult, personally and professionally. If Bruce was honest with himself, he'd have to admit that as his own life got a hell of a lot more complicated, it was simply easier not having Matthew around.

Mossyrock wasn't the same isolated community it was when Bruce grew up there. Plenty of residents had family connections in the Portland area and the gossip swirling around the Grant family made its way across the state line. Matthew supplemented the rumors with his research on the Internet. Laying there in his room, Matthew mulled over everything he learned since he was dumped off with his grandparents. He knew his coach was found guilty and went to prison. He heard bits and pieces about how the community was treated Michael and the family's avoidance of the topic confirmed the rumors. He learned about his parents' divorce from his Aunt Rachel and overheard a conversation between his grandparent about Megan and Michael moving away to some unspecified location.

He'd called his mom's old cell phone but someone else had her number now. He'd done some Google searches, but figured they hadn't been settled long enough for their new address to come up on the searches. Besides, Grant was such a common name that it would be hard to narrow the search down without some idea of where they moved to.

There was one thing that Matthew Grant knew for sure. He loved his little brother more than life itself. He needed the little squirt in his life or the weight of everything would destroy him. He needed to make amends and to be the protective big brother he should have been. He should have been the one to suffer – not Michael – and the guilt was eating him alive.

He committed to this new focus for his life. Instead of trying to drink to forget the life and family he lost, he was going to find his little brother.

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Gavin returned to the Meijer guest bedroom with one towel around his waist and running another through his wet hair. He was the last of the boys to shower that night after the couples headed their separate ways. Gavin tossed his long bangs back to find Michael laying naked on the bed. The towel around his waist tented.

The lewd thoughts that went through Gavin's mind were not reciprocated. As a matter of fact, Michael wasn't even aware Gavin returned from his shower. The younger boy was laying on his stomach kicking his feet on the pillows while he bobbed his head to the music playing through his ear buds.

As Gavin approached the bed, he watched Michael work intently on a drawing in his sketch pad. The boy dropped one colored pencil then rummaged through the pile to find the next color. He selected the dark red pencil. Returning to the drawing, he colored in the metal backing of the neon sign that towered over the marquee of the Majestic Theater down on the Mallway. The boy worked intently coloring in the sketch he'd made of the historic building. He was interrupted when he felt a weight settle on the bed beside him.

"What are you doing?" asked Gavin, realizing the instant the words left his lips that it was a stupid question.

Michael removed his ear buds. "Huh?"

"What's that for?" Gavin was happy to have an opportunity to ask a better question. He always worried about looking stupid to the little genius he dated.

"This is for a project I'm doing for my business class." Michael turned back to the drawing and touched up the details of the coloring around the sign's lettering.

Gavin was puzzled. He was pretty certain that Michael wasn't taking any business classes at school. He thought he knew the boy's schedule by heart. "Which class?"

"Small Business Management," answered Michael as he switched to a dark yellow pencil to color in the letters spelling out the theater's name.

Gavin hadn't heard of that class. "Who teaches that?"

Focusing on his drawing, Michael answered, "It's an online class at Pasadena City College."

"When do you have time to do that?" he asked. He wondered how much more this boy could take on at one time.

"Oh, it really doesn't take too much time. I tested out of the coursework, so I only have to do the project."

"Oh," was all Gavin could think to say. "Well, it's really good. I didn't know you could sketch so well."

"It's okay," replied Michael as he took a moment to assess his work, "but Matthew is the real artist in the family."

Michael never ceased to amaze him. If Matthew drew better, which Gavin could hardly believe, then the older Grant boy must be some artist. Gavin propped a couple pillows against the headboard and reclined on his side of the bed. Since Michael removed his ear buds, his feet had settled onto the pillow. While Gavin used his phone to post another video of the band to their Facebook page and catch up on social media, he absent-mindedly stroked Michael's right calf.

The gentle strokes calmed the boy. His work on the drawing became languid. Michael dropped his head to rest on his left forearm as he continued coloring the façade of the grand old theater. It had been a long afternoon and evening of band practice. Garrett didn't head for home until nearly 11:00 and all the boys were exhausted from the school week and hours of playing. The teen peered up from his phone and watched as the pencil in Michael's hand teetered then dropped to the sketch pad.

Garrett carefully set his phone aside and rose from the bed in an attempt to let the tired boy sleep. He gathered the pencils and set them on the desk before slowly sliding the sketch pad from under Michael's hands. With all of Michael's school supplies off the bed, Gavin wondered what to do next. Looking around the room, he found an extra blanket in the closet. Moving the pillows to the foot of the bed, he turned off the lights and laid down beside the boy who'd stolen his heart. The fleece blanket was soft against his naked body and the warmth coming from Michael acted as a sedative. Gavin drifted off to sleep snuggled up to Michael.

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Lukas and Simon dropped into a dead sleep not long after Gavin joined Michael in a peaceful slumber.

Lukas and Simon made quick work of their showers. When the blonde emerged from the bathroom, Simon was waiting atop the turned down covered. The lewd thoughts going through Simon's mind were nearly identical to those going through Lukas' mind.

Lukas smiled and turned out the lights. He tossed his towel in the direction of the hamper and joined Simon on the bed. Crawling from the foot of the bed up along Simon's prone body, the head of Luka's erect pink cock, traced a line of precum along Simon's equally erect phallus. It has been a few days since the boys had gotten quality time alone and both were ready.

Lukas planted his hands on either side of Simon's shoulders and leaned in for a hot, tongue-filled kiss. During the kiss, Simon lightly traces is fingers up and down Lukas' ribs, lovingly caressing the young teen. Sensing Lukas' passions were heating up, Simon rubbed his thumbs against Lukas' hard, small, pink nipples. He felt the slim teen body above him shudder.

It seemed to Simon that older they got, the more sensitive Lukas' nipples became. The raven-haired teen decided it was time to take things to another level. In one motion he gripped Lukas' nipples between his thumb and finger and gave each a gentle pinch while he thrusted his hips forward and pressed his hard cock against' his lover's ass.

Lukas threw his head back and responded with a groan as he shoved his ass back against Simon. He tilted his hips, so the underside of Simon's cock laid across his hole. The contact, cock to ass, caused a tingle deep inside Lukas that could only be satiated in one way. He slid his right hand under the pillows and searched for the lube.

"Are you looking for this?" Simon tapped Lukas' left shoulder with the bottle.

Lukas smiled and snatched the bottle from Simon's hand. The liquid was cool in the palm of his hand. Snapping the lid shut, Lukas tossed the bottle onto the nightstand. He clasped his hands together to warm the lube before putting it to good use. He first applied a healthy dose of lube to his hole, shoving plenty inside with a couple fingers. The rest he slathered on both palms before reaching behind his back and prepared Simon's dick for entry.

He straightened up and adjusted his position to align sword and sheath. Sliding his knees outward, Lukas slowly lowered himself. He impaled himself on Simon's tool. With moans of pleasure and a couple wiggles of his hips, Lukas bottomed out and sat firmly on Simon's pelvis and rested for a moment.

"I think you've gotten bigger," groaned Lukas.

"Nah," denied Simon. "It just gets in deeper in this position."

"I know," giggled Lukas, "but if feels like it's reaching farther than before."

"Am I hurting you?"

"No," answered Lukas. "I it feels good."

Lukas used his core muscles to squeeze the log up his ass and this time made Simon moan. Lukas basked in the feeling of his lover deep inside his ass. Moments like this made Lukas feel so close to Simon. Having his lover, his best friend, deep inside him gave them a connection like no other. Not to mention the stimulation on his prostate. Each time Simon twitched, Lukas's cock bobbed and dribbled precum on Simon's stomach.

Simon felt the same way about these moments. Laying there, he gazed upon the boy he worshiped. Knowing that having his cock buried in the blonde's tight ass made Lukas happy pleased Simon more than the pleasure he took in the act. Tonight, Lukas looked more beautiful than ever. As he watched Lukas revel in the feeling of having a cock deep in his ass, Simon stroked the top of Lukas' thighs. He traced his fingers up Lukas' sides and then down the ripples formed by his ribs. The blonde was skinny, but all the drumming and lacrosse gave Lukas well defined muscles, including his pecs and abs.

He placed his palms flat on Lukas' chest and caressed Lukas' chest, neck, shoulders, arms and stomach causing his lover to moan with pleasure. Lukas began to make small, gyrating motions with his hips causing Simon's cock to stir his insides and inflame his passion. Lukas leaned into Simon's hands as they moved around his body. His lovers touch made his skin tingle and his heart soar.

The faint light from the street lamp cast a pale, orange glow on the grinding bottom boy. In that light, Simon could see the lust in Lukas' eyes. Lukas' pink cock no longer bobbed – it was too hard. Now the appendage could barely twitch as Simon's cock massaged the boy's prostate, but precum streamed from the untouched organ.

Simon's has raised to Lukas' pecs. He placed his thumbs on the boy's nipples and rubbed them in circles.

"Ohhhhhh..." groaned Lukas. He grabbed Simon's wrists and pressed his chest into the kneading hands.

Simon adjusted his hands. With Lukas' nipples between his thumb and forefinger, the bass player's fingers treated Lukas' nipples as the dials on his instrument. The twisting and turning sent electrical charges running through Lukas' body right to his ass and cock.

"Go ahead," encouraged Simon in a whisper barely audible to Lukas. "Do it."

Lukas didn't understand what Simon was telling him. He was too distracted by the pleasure running from through his body to focus on spoken words. The humming of his body drowned out all other sensory input. He simply moved his hips in any way that felt good and moaned with pleasure.

"Do it, Lukas. Make yourself cum," urged Simon. Simon found watching Lukas enjoy having a large cock buried in his ass incredibly erotic. Just laying there touching Lukas while Lukas pleasured himself on the dick in his ass – Simon's dick - caused Simon to climb towards his own climax. He didn't want to reach the finish line first.

The eighth grader was on autopilot. Simon tweaked his nipples sending signals through the bottom boy's body. He twisted the nipples like dials telling Lukas' hips to speed up their grinding motions. Lukas gave himself to Simon's hands. It felt like Simon had complete control over his body and mind causing him to grind and pump his ass on Simon's fat cock. Another pinch from Simon's fingers and Lukas began to ride the cock in earnest. His pending orgasm approached quickly.

"Oh yeah," whispered Simon. Lukas, now rapidly bouncing on his dick, was sending him speeding to completion.

"Uh. Uh. Uh." Lukas gave a quiet grunt each time he bottomed out. The grunts came faster and faster as he rode Simon to greater heights.

"Oh, cum Lukas," groaned Simon as he tried to hold of his own explosion. Moments later, he lost that battle.

"Nuh. Nuh. Nuuuuuhhh..." groaned Simon. His cock swelled and spewed hot teen cum into Lukas' tight anal cavity like a volcanic eruption. Involuntarily, Simon pinched Lukas' nipples hard.

Lukas gave a yip from the pain Simon inflicted. His body contracted like a boa constrictor in Simon's cock. Then, with a grunt, Lukas jetted cum that painted a stripe from Simon's black bangs to his right pec. The following shots coated the high schooler's chest and stomach as Lukas continued to slide Simon's appendage against his prostate.

Lukas leaned forward and rested his weight onto Simon's hands as the boys came down from their orgasms. They looked at each other and laughed. Simon couldn't believe the intensity of his orgasm and how far Lukas shot with a "hands-free" orgasm. Lukas thought it was hilarious that he'd shot cum all over Simon's face.

When Simon figured out what had Lukas giggling, he pulled the boy down to his chest then rolled them over. He was now was on top. He smeared the cum on Lukas' body making Lukas laugh louder, but not loud enough to wake Michael and Gavin in the next room.

"Shhh," scolded Simon between giggles. "You're going to wake everyone up."

Lukas attempted to bring himself under control with little success at first. He finally gathered himself and quieted down. He looked at Simon seriously making the older boy pause with concern. "You know I love you more than anything ever, don't you?"

"I know," replied Simon, "and I love you twice as much."