SUNDAY, JANUARY 28, 2018

"Trey!" exclaimed Michael, excited to find the friend he thought he'd lost forever. He threw his arms around the older boy's neck and gave him a tight squeeze. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again!"

Trey, on the other hand, froze like a deer caught in headlights. When the other boys headed into the theater with their first load of equipent, Trey made his move. He slipped his backpack over his shoulder and intended to throw the door open and make a run for it. However, Michael opened the door first.

When he and Michael returned to the Hollywood Rec Center the night before, chaos ruled. The police interrogated the suspect, interviewed the victims, Matthew occupied the back of a police car, and Michael was in a panic. Trey faded into the background and watched, weary of getting involved with the police. He pondered all that Michael had told him. The boy related to him a little about how the boys in the band had become brothers. He also made it clear that Simon and Lukas weren't brothers, they were boyfriends. The explanation was confusing to Trey, but what he saw wasn't confusing at all. The four boys were family. But perhaps more importantly they were best friends. It was something Trey wished he had. That's when he decided that maybe, just maybe, they would be his friends too. He slipped into the band's equipment truck and tucked himself behind the driver's seat so he wouldn't be seen.

Once they were on the road, he regretted his decision. He had no idea where he was going. Hollywood was the only home he'd known. Now he was giving up one more familiar thing in his life and he was sorry he'd made that choice. To get his mind off his loss, he started thinking about what would happen at the end of the trip. Thinking through all the scenarios, Trey convinced himself the boys' father would turn him in to the authorities and he'd end right back in foster care. The hours of worry and the many miles of asphalt passing under the truck's tires, lulled the stressed-out teen to sleep. Finding peace and a sense of safety for the first time in weeks, Trey drifted off into a deep, restful sleep. Even after the truck stopped and the SDSU students shut and locked the Transit, Trey simply stretched out, pulled one of the packing pads over his body for warmth and rested his head on his backpack for the remainder of the night.

Zach woke Trey when he entered the truck the next morning. Too scared to move, Trey waited for the boys to take a load into the theater before he made his move.

Now, Michael bit his bottom lip and watched the back door of the theater where the others would soon appear. He turned back to Trey with a determined look on his face.

"Okay, you have to be quick. Run around the building that way and meet me in front of the theater. Go fast!" Trey jumped from the truck and ran in the direction Michael pointed. The younger boy obviously had a plan which was more than he had.

Michael grabbed his guitar and carried it into the theater and out to the stage. "I forgot something. I have to run home. I'll be right back."

Before anyone could questions Michael, he dashed out the door and into the lobby. Grabbing his bike for the return trip, he walked it out the front of the theater and found Trey sitting on the edge of the fountain.

"Come on," he said, and Trey followed. As they walked, Michael filled Trey in on what could be loosely called a plan.

"I need to get back here to help unload the equipment, but I'll come right back home. My dad's at the house, but you can wait for me in my bedroom. No one's there so you don't have to worry about anyone finding you. Today we have homework and our downtime. I'll tell them I'm going to work in my room and come hang out with you. Okay?"

Trey nodded. It didn't make a lot of sense to him. His dad is home, but no one is home? He shook the confusion from his head. It didn't matter. He didn't have anywhere better to go. He simply admired the beautiful homes and the well-kept yards. This neighborhood was like nothing he'd ever seen. It was strange but felt homey. He felt out of place but longed to make this place his home. It was fanciful thinking and Trey mentally beat himself up for it. That type of thinking only led to hurt and disappointment.

"Hurry up. I don't want dad to see you," Michael whisper before running past a brick house with blue shutters then up side walk of the next house dropping his bike in the front yard.

"But?" Trey pointed to the house where Michael said his father was at home as the boy put a key in the front door of the Novak residence and dragged Trey in behind him.

"My room's upstairs."

The boys took two steps at a time and hurried into the room at the end of the hallway. "You can hang out here. I'll be back soon. If you want, you can use my bathroom to shower up and stuff."

"Okay" was all Trey said but Michael was already out the door. He looked around the neatly kept room. Then he spotted the PlayStation and knew just how to pass the time waiting for Michael's return. But first, the call of a nice, long, hot shower could not be resisted.

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"Pass me the shrimp, please."

Zach made the last two cuts and slid the last pieces of shrimp into a bowl then passed it to Lars. Lars poured the final ingredient into the jambalaya.

"That smells delicious." Lukas' stomach grumbled as he grabbed a bottled water out of the refrigerator.

Lars put the lid on the pot so the Creole concoction could simmer another 10 minutes. The man grabbed his son from behind and pulled him in for a hug.

"Daaaaad," giggled Lukas and squirmed before he felt his dad kiss the back of his head.

"I love you, Jitterbug," said Lars in a tone that made Lukas feel warm all over.

"I love you too, dad."

Lars held the boy in his embrace for a few moments longer. "Dinner's almost ready. Would you get Simon and your brothers? Let them know that after dinner I'd like to have a family movie night if they are up for it."

"Okay," replied Lukas when Lars released him from his hug. He took a step towards the bedroom then stopped. Turning back to his dad, he threw his arms around Lars' neck and gave him a kiss on the cheek. It was a quick peck, then Lukas took off to gather the troops for dinner.

"Simon," said Lukas when he poked his head into his bedroom, "dinner's almost ready. Would you start setting the table? I'll help after I get Michael and Matthew."

Simon closed his iPad cover and hopped from the bed, Lukas waited for his boyfriend to slip through the doorway before they exchanged a hug and a brief, loving kiss. "Don't leave me to do all the work," teased Simon.

Lukas just laughed as he knocked on Matthew's door. There was no answer, but Lukas heard music playing in the oldest boy's bedroom. Instead of pounding, he turned the knob and poked his head into Matthew's room. The teen was lying on his bed in just a pair of gym shorts and ankle socks. Lukas took longer than he should have to admire the older boy's athletic physique. Matthew didn't even notice. The music in his ear buds was loud enough for Lukas to make out the song from across the room. Besides, Matthew was so focused on drawing in his sketch pad, it was going to take some effort to get noticed.

"Matthew," called Lukas, his voice raised to get the teen's attention. When he got no response, he stepped into the room. "Matthew!" Even louder, Matthew wasn't aware of Lukas' presence. Instead of yelling, Lukas decided to simply walk over to Matthew to get his attention. He paused again to take in his brother's incredible body. Reaching out, he hesitated to touch Matthew on his bare shoulder. Switching from an open hand to a single finger, Lukas tapped Matthew on the shoulder.

Matthew looked over his should to see Lukas' lips moving but didn't hear a word the blonde said. He woke his iPhone and tapped pause. "Hey, what's up?"

"Dinner's ready. Dad wants to have a family movie night tonight. Where's Michael?"

"I think he's still over in his room. He's been there almost all day."

"I'll get him." As Lukas headed next door to get Michael, Lukas took one last glance back to see Matthew sit up and adjust himself. The blonde felt his cheeks flush, a tingle in his hole, and flash a jealousy over Michael's past physical relationship with Matthew -- something Lukas had not experience but began to wish he would.

As usual, music echoed through the Novak residence. If Michael was in his room, it was almost a given that he'd have music turned up. Lukas ran up the stairs and turned down the hallway. He could have sworn he heard Michael talking to someone, but the music sounds from a video game drowned out most everything. Rather than having a replay of what happened with Matthew, Lukas just opened the door and walked in.

Lukas stopped in his tracks when he found Michael sitting on the floor playing video games with a strange blond wearing only a towel. "Uh, Michael," interrupted Lukas getting the attention of both boys. "Who's that?" Lukas shut the door and crossed the room. Michael grabbed his iPhone and turned the music's volume down. The youngest remained seated on the floor next to Trey as they played Minecraft.

"Lukas, this is Trey. Trey, this is my brother Lukas." Michael finished the introduction and the blondes nodded to each other, both wondering what would happen next.

Lukas sat on the bed. "What...? How...? When...?" Neither of the other boys said a word. Lukas thought for a second then pulled out his phone and sent a text to Simon.

Lukas: we have a guest
Lukas: set another place at table
Lukas: be there in sec

"Um... Trey?" said Lukas staring at the boy sitting on the floor with only a towel wrapped around his waist. "Where're your clothes?"

"Oh! I forgot. I washed them. I'll get'em." Michael ran out to the hallway to retrieve all of Trey's clothes from the second-floor laundry. "He took a shower, too. I was going to let him wear my clothes, but they were too small, and Simon's are too big."

"Michael," asked Lukas still staring at Trey in disbelief, "does dad know Trey is here."

Michael handed Trey his clothes. "Ummm... no?"

"Well, I think he is going to find out. It's time for dinner."

"Trey can stay here, and I'll bring him something to eat after dinner," explained Michael.

"I don't think so," argued Lukas. "The longer you wait the madder dad will be when he finds out. Plus, we are having a family movie night tonight, so you won't be back for a while. Besides, I already told Simon to set a place for Trey."

"I don't want to get anyone in trouble," stated Trey sheepishly. "I can leave."

"No way, José," replied Lukas, offering his hand to Trey and helping him up from the floor. "You need help and we are the ones to help you. Get dressed. Dad made jambalaya and it's time to eat. I'll see you in a bit." With that, Lukas made his way home to prepare everyone for their dinner guest.

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"Can we keep him?" asked Michael.

"MICHAEL!" exclaimed Lars. "Trey is not a stray animal!"

Michael rolled his eyes and looked at Trey. "Ugh! Adults can be so difficult sometimes." Turning back to Lars, Michael retorted, "You know what I mean."

Everyone around the dinner table watched the exchange with curiosity to see who would win this battle.

"Dad," interjected Lukas, "you've always taught us to lend a helping hand. Trey needs help and I promised to help him. I think that's what Michael's trying to say. We want to help Trey."

"Exactly," said Michael. "That's what I was saying."

It was Lars' turn to roll his eyes. Zach told Lars about how upset Michael had been that he didn't get to say goodbye to Trey before they left Hollywood. Now that the boy had found his friend, it wasn't going to be easy to separate them.

"This is how things are going to go," stated Lars as a matter of fact. When he used this tone, but boys knew it was his final decision. They sat with bated breath. "First, we are going to eat dinner before it gets cold. Second, I want to get to know Trey and hear about his situation. Then we will sit down and talk about how we can help him."

"Yes!" exclaimed Michael, sensing victory. Under the table, the toe of a shoe made contact with his shin and Michael knew exactly where it came from. He looked over at Lukas who was giving him a very stern, 'shut up' look. Michael looked over at Trey who was stifling a laugh. He'd seen Michael jump when Lukas kicked him and the exchange of looks between his two new friends.

Zach helped serve healthy portions of jambalaya filled with chicken, andouille sausage, and shrimp into each boy's bowl. The boys passed a two-liter of Coke and a jumbo bottle of Tabasco sauce around the table.

"Trey, I'm sorry you had to see that exchange," began Lars. "I'm happy you are here joining us for dinner. Michael hasn't had a chance to tell me much about you."

Over dinner, Trey related his story and answered Lars' questions. The psychologist was clever enough to ask questions of the boy to probe his past without making it seem so obvious he was taking notes and assessing the boy's character. After dinner, Lars sent the boys to get ready for bed and find a movie. "Simon. Lukas. Can you find some of your old clothes for Trey?"

"Yeah, dad," said the boys in unison. With Matthew tagging along at Michael's request, the four boys headed to the Novak attic to rummage through old clothes to find things that Trey could wear. Michael took advantage of the situation and snatched up some clothes to fill out his wardrobe too. Over the last few weeks, he'd noticed his pants were getting a little too short and his shirts a little too tight. The boys had a good time sorting through the old garments. They had even more fun laughing at stories Simon and Lukas' told when a garment brought back a memory. They never suspected that Lars sent them next door so he could have a conversation with Zach and make an important phone call.

"Hey, Lars. Is everything alright?" He'd just spoken to Lars that morning. A second call in the same day was alarming.

"Hi, Brian. The boys are doing great. But I do have an important bit of business to discuss with you."

"Okay, shoot."

"The boys were up in Hollywood last night to shoot a video and it seems they picked up a stray."

"Dog?"

"No, a boy. Apparently, the boy's mother died around the beginning of the year and his foster father tried to molest him. As a result, he ran away and has been living on the streets. He ran into the boys while they were up there and he and Michael hit it off. He stowed away in the equipment truck and Michael found him this morning. He hid the boy, Trey, in his bedroom until Lukas found him and brought him to dinner."

"Wow," said Brian in amazement. "You really know how to find the ones that need your help."

"Well," laughed Lars, "it's not me. Lukas found Michael and Michael attracted Matthew and Trey. But what can I say?"

"Point taken." Brian joined in the laughter. "So, what can I help you with?"

"You've probably already figured out that the boys want to help Trey. I'm thinking about letting him stay here while we figure out a better solution for him."

"How old is he?"

"13."

"Wow. Why are you calling me?" asked Brian.

"As you know, I'm required by law to report such incidents."

"Ah, and now that you've reported it to the authorities, it's up to the authorities to take action. It's too bad we are so backed up that it might take a while for us to act on the report."

Lars laughed. "Yeah, I know how slammed you guys are. But since Trey is safe, you were able to prioritize other cases first."

"Well, we joke, but it's the truth," sighed Brian. "But as safe as he is with you, none of the boys are completely safe until we can find Yanni."

"And that is the case that distracts you over Trey's case." Lars' tone was as much an order as it was stating a fact and Brian knew it.

"You better call Stephen, just in case," added the FBI agent.

Lars knew he was referring to his attorney, Stephen Cooper. "I'll do that in the morning." Lars was in no hurry to let the authorities back in LA know Trey was in East Harbor.

An alert popped up on Lars' phone. It was a text from Lucas. "Hey, Brian. The boys are texting me from next door. I'm going to see what they are up to. Talk to you soon."

"Okay, later."

Lars tapped the screen and opened Lukas' text.

Lukas: we r gonna figure out how to help Trey tonite
Lukas: that ok?

Lars smiled and texted back.

Lars: Yes. You boys let me know what you decide.
Lars: Don't stay up too late -- it's a school night.

Michael: Can I take Trey to school tmw?

Lars: He's not a show and tell item!

Michael sent back the eye roll emoji. Lars laughed and replied.

Lars: Yes. I'll let the school know he's visiting.

"Yes!" exclaimed Michael with a fist pump. He felt he'd achieved a second small victory that evening.

"What's that about?" asked Lukas who was sprawled out on Michael's bed on his stomach next Simon. Both boys had their knees bent, feet in the air (occasionally playing footsie with each other), and phones out at the ready.

"Trey's coming to school with us tomorrow."

"Really?" asked Trey. He'd only know the boys about 24 hours, but here was one thing he'd learned. Just sit back and enjoy the ride because these guys made things happen. He sat patiently beside Michael at the boy's table -- Legos pushed to the side to make room for his laptop and notebook.

"Yep," replied Michael with a clear sense of satisfaction. "Now we need to get down to business." He logged into his MacBook and waited for it to boot up.

"What are we going to do?" asked Matthew, lounging on a bean bag chair.

"We're going to find Trey's family."

Trey supplied the facts that he knew, and the boys scoured the Internet for any information they could find. They didn't have much to go on. Trey's last name, Thomas, was pretty common. He didn't know his father's name, but his mother's first name was Allison. He wasn't sure if Thomas was her married or maiden name and he didn't know where she was from. It seemed to Trey, she'd come to Hollywood, with Trey in tow, to become a movie star.

After an hour of fruitless searching, the boys hit on two ideas. Matthew suggested that instead of looking for his mother, they look for Trey. "Maybe his family is looking for Trey? Maybe we should can search for missing kids?"

A bit more searching, Michael and Trey found the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children. After a quick search trying to match Trey's first name and birthdate, they had a hit. A boy and his mother went missing from New York City when the boy was only a year old. The description of the boy said he had brown eyes, but the photo of a one-year-old made it difficult to tell if it was Trey or not. They had a computer-generated image of what the boy might have looked like at eight, but not one more recent. Again, there were similarities, but it was far from certain. They noted the entry but didn't dare contact the Center. They needed to be certain before contacting the authorities. Otherwise, Trey would end up right back where he was -- in foster care back in LA.

Simon was flipping through news articles and saw one about family members being reconnected through DNA matching. "Isn't there some site where they connect people to relatives. Something like Ancestors.com or something?"

"Ancestory.com," corrected Matthew.

"Don't they advertise DNA testing kits?" asked Michael as he typed in the URL.

"Yeah," said Matthew. "We should get a DNA kit and start a profile for Trey to see if it matches him with any family."

Michael went to work on doing just that. They set up an account in Trey's name and Michael's debit card. They ordered the ancestoryDNA kit and filled in as much information as Trey could provide. Now it was just a matter of getting the kit and submitting their friend's DNA.

It was getting late and the boys broke up to head to bed.

"Um... where I am going to sleep?" asked Trey.

"You can sleep here with me," offered Michael as if it was obvious.

"Dad's not going to like you sleeping over here by yourself," reminded Matthew.

"I'm not," stated Michael. "I'm here with Trey."

"You know what I mean." Matthew gave Michael his best parental look.

"But..." explained Michael, "if Simon and Lukas are in one bed and you and I are in the other, Trey won't have a bed to sleep in. Besides, Trey shouldn't have to sleep alone."

"Maybe Trey wants to sleep alone," Matthew pointed out. "Have you asked Trey?"

"It's okay," offered Lukas. "Simon and I will sleep over here tonight."

"We will?" Simon wasn't so sure it was the best idea.

"Sure." Lukas already had his phone out.

Lukas: we are gonna stay here with Michael and Trey tonite

Lars: Are you sure?

Lukas: yes

Lars: I'll let the agents know.
Lars: Make sure you set the alarm system before going to bed.

Lukas: k
Lukas: see you in morn

"It's set," Lukas announced. "Good night you guys."

"Night," said Michael, taking off his shirt and getting ready to climb into bed.

"If you hear anything, use the fob to trigger the house alarm then text me." Matthew handed Michael the fob he'd retrieved from the kitchen and wished his brother and Trey a good night.

Michael hung the fob from his head board and slipped off his shorts.

"You get in and sleep by the wall," said Michael. Trey slipped out of his t-shirt and shorts. In his tight, white briefs, the older boy slipped into the bed and scooted towards the wall. Michael, in his powder blue boxer briefs, turned down the lights and joined Trey.

Trey laid down on his side with his back to the wall. Michael crawled in and faced Trey.

"What's that scar from?" asked Trey, noticing the blemish on his young friend's shoulder.

Michael hadn't told Trey too much about himself. Only that he and his mother had moved to East Harbor, that she had died, and he and Matthew were adopted by Lars and Carol. He didn't fill in any of the details. Up to this moment, anyone who asked about him getting shot already knew the basics of the story so Michael generally only had to set the record straight. He'd never had to tell someone that didn't know. Suddenly, it seemed weird and led to an awkward pause.

"I was, um..., that's from a bullet," explained Michael.

Trey's eyes about popped out of his skull. "You were shot?"

"Uh, yeah," admitted Michael, embarrassed by the drama it created.

"Why would anyone want to shoot you?"

"That's a long story." A story Michael wasn't in the mood to share.

"Can I touch it?" This time Trey was embarrassed. He didn't mean to say it, but the words tumbled out before he could shut his mouth.

"Okay, I guess." He raised up onto his left elbow to put the scar within Trey's reach.

With a gentle touch, Trey traced his fingers over the small scar. The doctors had done a fantastic job minimizing the scaring, but against the boy's flawless skin, it was unmistakable. Trey's fingers lingered on the scar for a few seconds before they wandered across Michael's well-defined pecs, brushing against his nipples that had grown erect from the gentle caress. Michael scooted closer to Trey to give the teen better access to his body.

Trey now laid his open hand flat on Michael's chest. "You're heart's beating fast. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good," whispered Michael. He took his hand and placed it on the pale skin of Trey's chest. "You're heart's beating fast too."

Trey nodded. "I've never done this before."

"Done what?"

"Been in bed with another boy."

"Are you okay?" asked Michael.

"Couldn't be better," grinned Trey.

Michael scooted even closer and their knees bumped. Trey straightened his legs to allow Michael room to move forward. When he did, Michael's fat three and a half inches poked Trey at the waistline of his brief. He also felt Trey's erection along the inside of his thigh and nudging his tight nut sac.

Trey's sharp intake of air upon contact worried Michael. He looked at his friend and Trey responded, "You can feel my boner up against you, can't you?"

Michael smiled and nodded. "And you can feel mine." Michael leaned closer and their chests touched. Michael's skin felt like fire against Trey's. The teen's mind was a blur of thoughts and fleeting attempts at comprehending his emotions. It finally settled on one thing. He was about to have his first time and he was happy it was with Michael and not one of the hustlers back home who offered to teach him how it was done, or worse yet, a trick.

The younger boy watched it playout across his friend's face until the corners of the blonde's mouth drew themselves into a smile. The look in Trey's eyes shifted from one of apprehension to one of permission. Michael leaned in and their lips touched. The first kiss turned into a second, and a third, and a few more before Trey opened his mouth and Michael introduced his friend to kissing with tongue. Trey was a quick study. He slid his hands around to Michael's back and held the boy tightly as his tongue learned from its more experienced sparring partner.

Michael relaxed into Trey. The added weight pushed the older boy onto his back. Their kissing became more familiar and passionate while Trey's fingers studied the muscle definition of Michael's back. It wasn't long before nature took over. Each boy thrust and gyrated his hips against the other to stimulate their sensitive body parts.

Neither boy expected the evening to go in this direction. Both were tired after a long exciting weekend and sleep was at the forefront of their minds. But when the pad of Trey's thumb had rolled Michael's erect nipple around and around, the younger boy threw an unexpected erection -- something his body had been doing a lot lately. Once his little soldier up was, it began doing all the thinking and it wanted to do battle.

Michael rolled over onto his back and slipped his underwear off and threw them towards the hamper. Trey lifted his rear and pushed his over his rump before sitting up to slide them down his coltish legs and over his adolescent feet. Sending his undergarment on a similar trajectory, Trey twisted to face Michael who remained flat on his back. The blond pushed the blankets down to Michael's thighs and feasted on the boy's body with his eyes. From the top of one head to the tip of the other, Trey couldn't imagine a more beautiful boy. However, Trey's attempt to satisfy one hunger only led to the arousal of another. Despite the heat they'd generated, Trey's body felt cold without the warmth of Michael's against it.

As the blonde descended upon the smaller boy, Michael reach up and pulled Trey's body to his and they resumed the sparring match. Over and over, their tongues lashed against each other, battling for dominance, claiming victory, then relinquishing to its partner. Unable to resist any longer, Trey shifted his weight and moved his body over Michael's. The little gymnast hooked his ankles over the back of Trey's legs and pressed their naked groins together causing both boys to moan loudly.

They were loud enough to interrupt Simon and Lukas' own lovemaking.

"You own me five bucks," giggled Lukas.

"How do you know?" retorted Simon.

"I told you Trey would jump Michael's bones. The boy's been following Michael around like a puppy dog."

"I didn't bet you that they would or wouldn't have sex. You said Trey would initiate it. I think Michael did. Haven't you noticed our little brother is a walking boner these days?"

Lukas laughed. He had noticed Michael adjusting himself more lately. Their lil'bro was getting hit by the big "P".

Simon reached over the turned on some music to drowned out the sexcapades going on next door. "Where were we?"

"Here," replied Lukas as he pulled Simon back in for a kiss.

Back in Michael's room, their little brother hung on as Trey humped away with abandon.

Emotions and sensations swirled in the young teen's head as he rubbed himself against Michael's stiff member and taunt ball sack. Their tongues continued their duel, master teaching student. Through this rigorous training regimen, the novice quickly rose through the ranks.

Suddenly, Trey pulled away from Michael. "No! Shit!" His young body trembled and twitched as he shot his young, newly matured boy's seed across Michael's six-pack abs.

Resting on his hands with elbows locked, Trey panted as he regained his senses. He'd never experienced an orgasm that powerful.

"I'm sorry," he choked out between gasps for air.

Michael reached up and locked his fingers behind Trey's neck and pulled himself up to kiss his friend. "There's nothing to be sorry about." The boy dropped back onto the bed then pushed Trey back onto his side of the bed. The naked teen landed flat on his back.

The younger boy scooped up Trey's load with is fingers and rose to his knees. This time it was his eyes that feasted on the young, naked body before them. The runaway didn't have an ounce of fat on his body. His lean frame was highlighted by strong, toned muscles. Below, Michael gazed upon Trey's four and a half inches of circumcised boy meat and it looked tasty. The cock and balls were only slightly darker than the rest of Trey's body. Having just delivered a batch of baby batter, the teen's grape-sized balls began to relax. They descended between Trey's spread thighs towards the mattress after their recent exertion. Following them up, Michael noticed Trey's cock was only the thickness of a hot dog and was dribbling the last of the teens load onto his pelvis, just above his small, freshly-sprouted patch of brown pubic hairs. Before Trey could go soft, Michael swooped in and gobbled the boy's dick into his mouth.

"Oh, fuck!" Michael's quick move to bring him back to attention surprised the teen.

Michael worked diligently, applying rapid tongue action to his timely suction and head bobbing. With one hand he toyed with the teen's balls to wake them back up. With the other, he rubbed Trey's recent emissions into his boy hole putting the load to good use.

Trey became vocal, moaning and groaning in pleasure and appreciation of Michael's work. The young boy achieved his goal in no time. Trey's rod was rock hard and ready for more.

When Michael ended the blow job, Trey was confused. He opened his eyes and watched the limber boy straddled his reclined body. With one hand placed on Trey's chest, Michael straightened and reached behind himself. He grasped Trey's slobber covered dick and guided it to his twitching hole.

"No way," said Trey in amazement. He felt his entire body twitch as the head of his dick made contact with Michael's cum coated hole. In one smooth motion, Michael sat back and slid Trey's cock inside his body.

"Oh my god. It's inside... Oh wow! Oh! That feels so good!" Trey's mind overloaded with sensory input, mostly from his dick.

"You like that?" asked Michael. He tightened his ass muscles around the teen cock he'd slipped inside.

"YES!" whispered Trey, lifting his head off the pillow when Michael's ass gripped his cock. "I never imagined this could feel this way."

"Enjoy," said Michael. "I will."

The muscular boy adjusting is posture to ensure maximum penetration before he used his legs to raise and lower his body on Trey's erect dick. Finding the right position to get Trey to bump his button, Michael sped up his motion and grabbed his dripping boyhood.

"Yes," moaned Michael. The heat from Trey's cock. The friction on his pink pucker. The strumming against his prostate. The flailing of his right hand on his pride and joy. The boy lost himself in the pleasures of their coupling.

Trey tried to stay still to allow his friend to seek his own pleasure. But before long, instinct took over. Trey rocked his hips in time with Michael, driving his dick hard into the boy's love hole, causing his dick to hit Michael's prostate even harder. Michael sped up and Trey did too, keeping perfect time.

Both boys gasped and grunted as they approached their climaxes. Despite having already dropped one load, Trey reached his orgasm first. Grabbing Michael by the hips, Trey drove his dick far into Michael's ass. The blonde's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he breath caught in his throat when he unleashed the largest, most powerful load of his young life.

Trey's grasp of his hips and deep penetration were just what Michael needed to set off his own orgasm. Beating his meat as fast as he could, his rectum contracted around Trey's pulsing cock when he launched three clear streams of boy's cum onto his new friend.

Michael collapsed onto Trey and the teen held the boy while his dick shriveled and slipped from the hot hole he'd just fucked. Not a word was said before they both drifted off to sleep.

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MONDAY, JANUARY 29, 2018

"Have a good day at work, dad," wished Lewis as he exited the rear of his father's car. On the opposite side, Christian did the same.

"Thanks, George," said the blonde, giving this caretaker a big smile. George smiled back realizing he'd finally gotten his son's best friend to stop calling him by his military title.

"You boys have your money and phones?" He could see their gym bags and backpacks but felt like it was necessary to check on their other essential items. Afterall, his office was quite a drive from the school.

The boys confirmed they had everything they needed for the day and headed up the walkway to the Meijer residence. Since Lewis and Christian joined the boys for their morning workouts, George worked out an arrangement with Lars to drop the boys off in the morning so the boys could go to the gym together. This allowed George to arrive at the office early and leave work in time to attend his son's afterschool activities. Lars was fine with the arrangement. With the hubbub of his four boys getting ready in the morning, what were two more.

They walked in the front door and set their bags down. As part of his new morning routine, Lewis headed for the Meijer breakfast table. Lars was in the habit of making some extra bacon in the morning and Lewis was always hungry for a bit more breakfast - especially bacon.

"I'm gonna go talk to Michael," announced Christian as he headed down the back hallway. The door to Lukas' room was open. In a glance, he saw Simon standing in a pair of black Calvin Klein briefs pulling a t-shirt on over his head. Before Christian could turn his attention back to the hallway he collided with a wet, naked body.

"Ooph!" exhaled Christian. He'd closed his eyes an instant before his face smashed into a soft, blue towel. Reopening his eyes, he saw Lukas pull the towel from his head. "Sorry."

"Oh. Hi, Christian," greeted Lukas, completely unembarrassed being naked in front of his friend. They scooted around each other and continued on their way. As they passed, Christian caught a glimpse of the drummers tight, skinny ass. Christian pivoted towards the back door and keeked in on Matthew pulling his gym shorts up over the bulge snuggly held by his red briefs. The blonde quickened his step and hurried out the door to find Michael.

Christian's curiosity about the video shoot had the best of him. All day on Sunday, while his parents were down visiting, Christian's mind strayed to the thoughts of the boys and their adventure. He hurried up the stairs of the Novak home to Michael's room to hear all about the events of Saturday evening. Scaling the stairs, Christian heard Michael shower running through the open bedroom door. As he'd done before, he entered the bedroom to wait for his younger friend. However, before he could announce his arrival, a naked body exited the bathroom.

Trey walked across the room to piles of clothes folded and neatly stacked on the seat under the window overlooking the neighbor's house. When the stack of clean underwear tipped over, Trey bent over to pick them up. He was unaware that he put all his wares, including his freshly washed pink wrinkle, on display for to the boy standing just inside the doorway.

Christian was mortified. He never intended to spy on anyone. No matter how unintentional the situation happened to be, he was deeply embarrassed. Blushing, Christian turned to study the design of the bedroom door. "Umm... excuse me," he offered in an attempt not to startle the strange boy. It was a valiant attempt, but it didn't work.

"Shit!" screeched Trey, jumping in the air and turning to see who was there. He tried to hide his nakedness but his foot landed on the edge of the beanbag chair and his arms flailed in an attempt to catch himself. Stumbling forward, Trey's other foot landed on top of the beanbag. He completely lost his balance. Underwear flew towards the ceiling while Trey tumbled to the floor. He came to rest flat on his back, legs draped over the beanbag chair, and a pair of blue striped briefs covering on his face.

The commotion caught Michael's attention. He turned off the water and peaked out of the shower and saw Trey's feet in the air. "Are you alright?" asked Michael fearing Trey had seriously hurt himself. He was answered with two fits of laughter.

Quickly hopping out of the shower and making a cursory attempt at drying off, youngest boy exited the bathroom to see what was going on. Trey was still on the floor laughing. Christian, face bright red from blushing and laughing, sat on the floor in the doorway trying to catch his breath.

Seeing Michael naked reminded Christian of something Lewis said about the boys being sexually active. He felt like he must have intruded on one of Michael's overnight visits. Embarrassed that he might have interrupted the boys' time together, the thoughts of people having sex, and the fact that both the other boys were naked mortified Christian. "I'm sorry," he said getting up. "I should go."

"Hi Christian," said Michael in a cheerful manner. Now that Michael was satisfied no one was injured, he helped Trey up. "What happened?"

Trey started laughing again. Between gasps for air, he spit out, "He... scared... me... jumped... tripped..." Michael got the idea and joined in the laughter while he and Trey proceeded to dress.

"Wait! Christian. Where are you going?" asked Michael.

"I should go back to the other house and wait there."

"Don't go," asked Michael. "What brought you over this morning?"

"I was just going to ask how the video shoot went. I didn't know you had company."

"Don't be silly. You can hang out with us while we get ready." The tone in Michael's voice made it more of an order than an invitation. Christian returned to his friend's bedroom. This wasn't the first time Christian visited with Michael while he got ready for school. But he was usually partially dressed and didn't have company. Christian really felt like a third-wheel. He took a seat on the bed and Trey came and sat beside him to put on his socks.

"Umm... Hi. I'm Christian."

Trey sat up and turned to the new boy. "Yeah," replied Trey. He offered his fist and Christian gave it a bump. "I'm Trey."

Michael, only in his green boxer briefs, popped out of the bathroom again. Pulling the toothbrush from his mouth, he explained. "I found Trey in Hollywood." Then went back to his morning routine.

"Well," offered Trey, "that's not exactly how it happened. I offered to help the band and then I snuck into the van and ended up here."

"You ran away?" asked Christian.

"Yeah," was all Trey said.

"Won't your parents freak?" Christian was surprised how calm and a matter-of-fact Trey was about the whole thing. Then Christian thought, 'Isn't running away a crime? Won't Michael get in trouble for harboring a fugitive? If he don't turn Trey in, an I an accessory to a crime?'

With minty-fresh breath, Michael exited the bathroom and headed to his closet to pick out something to wear. "It's okay, dad got it worked out so Trey can stay with us until we find his family."

"Wait. What?" Christian was confused.

Trey laughed at the look on Christian's face. For the first time, he noticed just how cute the boy was. "What he means is I ran away from foster care. My mom died and Michael is trying to find the rest of my family, so I don't have to go back into foster care."

Christian sat quietly taking in what he'd just heard before he spoke. "I'm sorry to hear about your mom."

Trey's smile faded as he thoughts went back to his mom. "Thanks."

Christian had seen that look before on Michael's face and he understood what drew the two boys together. He hoped they could help each other get past the pain of their recent loss. Knowing that he'd lead a pretty charmed life to this point, he couldn't imagine having to face the pain of losing both his parents and he prayed he'd never have to. Again, he felt out of place sitting there in Michael's room.

Michael folded and placed his school clothes it in his gym back. "Wish you could have been there, Christian. It was awesome."

"Where?" asked Christian.

"Hollywood!" said Michael, wondering why Christian had forgotten about why he'd come to talk.

"Oh, yeah." Michael drew the boy away from the sad thoughts clouding his mind.

"We played outside at the Hollywood Rec Center just a few blocks from the Paramount studios. Lots of people stopped to watch and we played a few songs for them. Then Matthew beat the shit out of some dude that perved on Lukas. The police came and they arrested that guy and I bet he goes to prison or something."

"What?" Christian's head was spinning. The conversation about the fun his friends had making a music video in Hollywood turned into the plot of some television crime show.

"Michael!" came a shout from the bottom of the stairs. "Come'on!" Simon had been sent to retrieve the younger boys so they wouldn't be late to the gym.

"I'll fill you in on the way," offered Michael. Trey and Michael picked up their bags and tied their shoes before heading next door to meet the others.

While Simon went to get Michael and the others, Lars called Matthew into his office to a brief chat.

"Don't worry. It's nothing bad. Just in case this conversation would embarrass you I thought it best to have it in private. Have a seat," offered Lars.

Matthew sat across the Lars like they did during their chats. He'd gotten comfortable talking to Lars and was starting to open up about his feelings. The talks didn't feel like therapy, but they were very different than any talk he'd ever had with his real father. Though morning talks were out of the ordinary, after the events in Hollywood Matthew wasn't surprised.

"Is this about Saturday night?" asked Matthew.

"Sort of. But it's more about your anger. We've talked about how sometimes you feel like you are going to burst. I think I found an outlet for you to vent some of your anger. Monday and Thursday mornings meet up with Mr. Billups when you get to the gym. He's there other mornings so if you feel like you need it, he'll work with you other mornings too."

"Mr. Billups?" That wasn't a name Matthew was familiar with at the gym.

"Yes. I think working out with him will help you burn off some of that anger and make it easier to talk about things."

Matthew pondered what Lars said then asked, "Will it will help?"

"Yes. Do you trust me?"

The response came quickly to Matthew, but he took a moment to assess if he really, truly meant it. "Yes," he said. Then with more confidence, "Yes I do."