SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 17, 2018

"No... No... No...."

Trey sat patiently while Michael tried to find the right bow tie to go with his friend's outfit. They didn't have time to shop, but from Lukas and Simon's outgrown clothing, they were able to come up with an assortment of items from which Michael could choose. Yes, Michael.

Since he agreed to help Trey prepare for the Valentine's Day dance, Michael had been 100% on the job. What Trey should wear, how his hair should look, buying a corsage, what to do before the dance... pretty much everything.

"Yes!" Standing behind Trey and looking in the mirror, Michael decided the purple and pink floral bowtie worked best with the blue dress shirt Trey wore.

"Isn't that a bit... umm..." Trey looked for a better term for what he was about to say. Michael flipped up his collar and reached around the boy and began tying the bow tie. If he was going to question the choice in bow tie, he needed to say something now. "Isn't that a bit gay?"

Michael laughed, "You like sucking my dick?"

Trey blushed brightly.

"Then what does it matter. If you want Melanie to like you, she has to like you for who you are. Besides, this tie really goes great with the shirt and jacket. Melanie will really like it."

Michael could have won the argument with simply stating that he was dressing Trey to impress Melanie, not to impress Trey. However, Michael enjoyed pointing out to Trey that the older boy's enjoyment of their romps in bed was more than simply being a horny teen boy.

"Okay, the bowtie should be good. If it gets crooked or loose, just straighten it up," explained Michael. "See? There's a folded end on each side. If you pull those, it tightens the knot." Michael had Trey try it himself.

"Stand up."

Trey did as he was told. Michael handed him the royal blue dress coat. It was tight in all the right places with the sleeves stylishly short making Trey's look on point for any fashion magazine. The grey slacks fit just as well and with a bit of elbow grease and a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser pad, they got the white trim on a pair of black vans looking like new. To finish the look, Michael made sure Trey didn't wear socks. The little fashionista dragged his project into the hallway to the full-length mirror in the hall bathroom.

Looking in the mirror, Trey stood a bit taller and his chest puffed out a bit further. Michael was right, he did look hot.

Michael heard his ringtone and ran back to the bedroom to check his messages.

Jordan: here

He grabbed his backpack and raced into the hallway.

"Time to go! Come on!"

While his brothers and Trey were going to their school's dances, Michael was invited to join their single friends from the lunch table for pizza, a movie and then spending the night at Jordan King's house.

The boys blew into the Meijer's back door. Trey headed to the kitchen to get the pink rose corsage Michael helped Trey pick out and to meet his drivers for the evening -- Lars and Zach.

"Wow," said Lars. "You look sharp, Trey."

Trey blushed, but he knew it was true. "Thanks," he said bashfully. But the men and boys around him helped to build his confidence each day he was in East Harbor. The Trey taking Melanie to the dance was not the same Trey that stowed away in the back of the Ford Transit.

"Bye dad!" came a shout from the front door.

"Do you have enough money?" asked Lars, hurrying into the living room just in case.

"I'm good."

"Give me a hug before you run out the door."

In just a few bounds, Michael leapt into Lars' arms, gave his dad a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Lars returned the hug with a tight squeeze before letting the boy down to the floor and giving him a smack on the butt.

Michael contorted his body to avoid the slap. "Hey!" he squealed, laughing all the way to the door.

"Love you, dad!" came one last shout before he grabbed his backpack and shut the door. He ran to join his friends in the minivan. Mrs. Brown, Will's mom, would be taking the boys to the multiplex, while Mr. King, Jordan's dad, would be picking the boys up. At the last minute, he'd backed down from his "only one boy at a time" rule and agreed to allow Jordan to have an overnight with all three boys, Curtis, Will and Michael.

"What has you smiling like that?" ask Zach.

Lars realized that he was standing there with a huge smile on his face, lost in his own thoughts. It was an arm slipping around his waist and the voice of his love that brought him back to the present.

"That boy amazes me every day -- they all do, really." Lars pulled Zach in for a hug. "This is the first time since he moved to East Harbor that he's gone out with friends without Lukas and Simon going too."

"So, he's gaining his independence?" Zach was loving his psychology graduate program and Lars realized the question was partly to understand the boys better -- Zach loved all four of them unconditionally -- and partly to just enhance his knowledge so he can be a better professional when he graduates.

"Sort of. I've been working with Michael on two big concepts. First is his sense of being safe in the world. After these latest incidents, his general sense of being safe was severely tested. It made sense that he stuck close to his brothers around the clock. He felt safety in numbers and knew his brothers looked after him, but he also felt he needed to keep an eye on them to make sure they were safe. But over time, if he doesn't re-establish his general faith that most people aren't out to hurt anyone -- that it is a few horrible people that make the world unsafe -- then those feelings would inhibit his ability to function in society. He would spend too much time and energy protecting himself from the world, and not living in it. That's why I'm happy that he was so excited about going to the movies and spending the night with friends that aren't his brothers. It really is a big step for him in working through his past."

"What's the other thing you two work on?"

"Since just before Christmas, I've been working with him on understanding the difference between the love he feels for his brother, and Gavin, and romantic love."

"What do you mean?"

"Michael was confused when he wasn't more upset about Gavin moving away. First, I introduced Michael to the concept of hero worship. I didn't tie it to anything, but it was a concept that I worked into our conversations. I knew he would look it up, read about it, and put the pieces together. Which he did."

Lars kissed Zach before he continued, "Then we explored his feelings about his brother. His love for his brother was partly familial, but it also had a large dose of hero worship. Back in Oregon, Matthew was his big brother, his protector, and his only friend. In many ways, when he met Gavin, he met a person that could fill in for Matthew. Gavin is a natural leader which inspired Michael. Gavin loved Michael like a little brother and would fiercely protect him, like Matthew. And, like Matthew, Gavin became his older sexual partner."

"Is the next step exploring what romantic love is?" Zach asked, laying his head on Lars' shoulder and enjoying the man's arms around him.

"In a way. Romantic love is hard to describe -- you have to experience it. We focus more on how to identify the kinds of love that are not romantic love, like familial love, hero worship, the love of friends... you know." He pressed his cheek to Zach's head, realizing that they were swaying slowly to some inaudible tune.

"You are so good with the boys," said Zach. "I think I have to admit to a bit of hero worship of my own."

"Oh really?" said Lars, feigning surprise. "Well the boys won't be home for a few hours. Do you want to show me how you worship your hero?"

The men heard a throat being cleared behind them.

Then Lars suggested, "Let's continue this conversation after we pick up Melanie and drop them off at the dance?"

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Matthew was nervous when he arrived to pick up April for the dance. They weren't going steady or anything like that. He was nervous because the dance wasn't just their first date, it was the first time they'd ever hung out together outside of art class. He didn't know about April, but since a few middle school girlfriends -- definitely not romances -- Matthew hadn't really been on what he considered a "real date". Now he was parked in front of a girl's house and he feared her parents might answer the door when he rang the doorbell.

With a deep breath, Matthew turned off his new pride and joy, a 2017 Energy Green Pearl Civic Touring CVT. He thought about keeping Bruce's Jaguar, but he really wanted to rinse his hands of everything that reminded him of his father. Plus, it just wasn't him. Freshly washed and waxed, he hoped it would impress April's parents. As for April, he didn't feel she would really care about the car. She didn't seem to be the materialistic type. A quick look in the rearview mirror to check his hair, he stepped out of the car and headed up the walk to the front door. They agreed to dress on the casual side but didn't try to coordinate for the dance. Matthew chose a casual gray sports coat over an untucked blue and green plaid shirt, Levi's and black Chucks.

A ring of the doorbell left him waiting on the porch, fidgeting with the box containing the corsage. Though they agreed this was a causal affair, Matthew had taken a great deal of time selecting the perfect arrangement for the corsage. He drove the florist a bit crazy, but the outcome was a small, elegant corsage. He chose two white dendrobium orchids with seeded eucalyptus and Italian ruscus to add some green. It was simple, beautiful, and nontraditional -- exactly how he would describe April.

"Hello," said a lady that Matthew imagined would be exactly how April would look in 20 years. She was a natural beauty, not wearing a speck of makeup. Dressed in jeans and a flowing blouse, she was pleased to greet the young man who was taking out her daughter. "You must be Matthew. I'm Heather, April's mother."

"Yes, ma'am," said Matthew. He even surprised himself with his formal, yet polite, response.

"Please, come in. April will be down in a moment."

"Thank you."

Before the door closed, April descended the staircase. For Matthew, she was breathtaking. Like her mother, April didn't wear makeup, not even for the dance. She pulled back her yellow hair, showing off her long neck. She wore a simple short sleeve dress hemmed just above her knees. The pale blue garment flowed, adding to her natural grace.

"Hi," she said taking the last few steps to join Matthew and her mother in the foyer.

"Hi," sputtered Matthew after an awkward pause. He had been momentarily speechless.

The two teens stood there staring at each other until Heather broke the silence. "Here," she said taking the box from Matthew, "let me help you with the corsage."

That broke his trance. "Oh, thank you."

"Oh, it's beautiful," said April, admiring the corsage her mother removed from the box.

"So are you," replied Matthew. He blushed when he realized he said that out loud.

Heather glanced at Matthew and voiced her agreement before pinning the small arrangement on her daughter's dress. Matthew wasn't sure if April's mother agreed with her daughter that the corsage was beautiful, or with him that her April was beautiful.

And she was so beautiful. Matthew couldn't take his eyes off her, much like every day in Art. He could feel his cheeks burn. His efforts to "play it cool" went out the window when she came down the staircase. Everyone in the room could feel how the two teens felt about each other.

"Honey," called Heather, "come here and meet Matthew, April's date for the dance."

Dr. Evandale stepped around the corner. "Nice to meet you. It's Matthew, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir." He shook the man's hand. While April had the natural beauty of her mother, she took after her father. The resemblance was striking. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Evandale."

"Do you go by Matt?"

"No, sir. I prefer Matthew."

"Okay, Matthew. You can call me Jack."

"Yes, sir... I mean, okay Jack." He smiled and felt a bit more at ease with April's parents. In a way, Matthew found it funny. Normally he isn't intimidated by adults, especially after all the stuff that went down back home. But learning that April's father was a cardiovascular surgeon and her mother owned her own business, he worried that he wouldn't live up to their high expectations. Now that he'd met them, he realized that some of the things that attracted him to April in the first place are things she picked up from her parents. Even though her father was a surgeon and her mother owned a holistic health and organic food market, they lived a simple life. Clean living, fitness and self-care shown. As April explained, they were a family that cared more about experiences and connecting to each other, and nature, than being materialistic. Now that doesn't mean they lived in a ghetto, but they also didn't live a life where they flaunted their wealth either.

April lived this philosophy to the fullest. The funny thing is, where April lived a life where she didn't focus on materialism, high-end fashion, makeup, or being a center of attention, her independence of thought and her commitment to her values made April a renegade, and at times, the target of the "in" crowd. What was even more amazing to Matthew was she really couldn't care less.

Both of April's parents were still talking, but neither of the kids were listening. Call it nerves or call it infatuation, the two teens were in a world of their own.

Bidding their farewell, the two headed to the car where Matthew held the door for April.

"He seems like a nice boy," reflected Jack.

"Yes," agreed Heather. "He not only plays football and lacrosse, but he is a musician and is quite the artist according to April."

"Where has this boy been? Is he new to town?" asked Jack. He thought he knew most of the kids in April's class and Matthew seemed like one he should have known.

"Well, yes," she explained. "Remember the incident with the boys getting kidnapped and the one's mother being murdered?"

"How could I forget?"

"Well, his little brother was one of the boys and it was their mother that was killed."

"Oh." Jack couldn't think of any words that would express what he was feeling at the moment.

"Wait," Jack said, remembering something. "Weren't those boys adopted or something by Dr. Meijer?"

"I think you're right. I remember hearing his family had grown, but I didn't realize it was those boys. But I guess it does make sense."

"I know what I saw, but you are her mother. Do you think she likes him?"

Heather gave her husband a small shove jokingly. "You felt the electricity between the two of them. I think she likes him a lot more than she admits."

"She said they were just going as friends," he reminded his wife.

"I think that is what they planned, but who knows where it will be after tonight."

"He'd better not!"

That earned the doctor a punch in the arm. "That's not what I meant. You have such a dirty mind."

Wrapping his arms around his beautiful wife, Jack replied, "You like my dirty mind."

"Yes," she kissed him, "yes I do." She shut and locked the front door.

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"Derek!" scolded Lukas.

"What?" said the little blond, trying to look as innocent as possible.

"You know." Lukas gave him his sternest look. The look his father used so effectively on him.

Derek turned his attention back to the cheese and bacon covered fries.

Before the dance at the middle school, three of the couples met at the Maple Street Café to have a pre-dance snack. They'd agreed that it wasn't going to be a formal dinner, just a fun time. As usual, the young regulars at the Café were seated at the last booth. Since they could only seat three on a side, Lukas and Simon split up and took the seats by the window so they would be across from each other. Trajan and Derek sat with Lukas, Derek in the middle, while Scott was in the middle and Najma and Simon on either side. Their milkshakes, sodas, French fries and onion rings arrived just moments before the fifth grader's hands began to roam.

Both Trajan and Simon knew exactly what caused Derek's admonishment and burst out laughing, leaving Scott and Najma in the dark.

"What's so funny?" asked Scott.

Simon was tempted to tell him, just to see the look on Lukas' face, but he knew better than to push it that far.

"Oh, nothing," said Trajan diplomatically. Snickering while you are trying to be diplomatic defeats the purpose.

Scott started to protest but a nudge in his ribs stopped him. He looked at Simon who gave him a little shake of the head telling him to drop it, so he did. Najma just observed with a smile on her face. She found boys to be tremendously amusing, even when she wasn't sure what they were talking about.

Trajan found the incident incredibly funny. Since Derek's parents put two and two together, they went out of their way to get their son and his boyfriend together. As much as they felt they should be concerned about their fifth-grader having such a rigorous sex life, they found that it calmed him down and made everyone's life more enjoyable. He was more successful at school and politer and more engaged at home. With this arrangement, Derek was an integrated part of his class instead of being wound up like a top with the sole goal of trying to behave himself. Swimming had helped but sex worked much better and everyone was grateful, including Derek and Trajan.

Tonight, Trajan had plans that involved making Derek a horny little devil. He conveniently "had something" afterschool on Thursday and his parents went to visit family Friday evening. That meant Derek would be sex deprived by Saturday evening, just the way Trajan wanted him. He arranged for Derek to sit beside Lukas knowing the boy wouldn't be able to control himself sitting next to the sexy blond. He knew Derek would recall the memory of having seen Lukas naked before.

Reaching for a fry off the plate in front of Derek, Trajan let his left-hand slip into his boyfriend's lap.

"EEK!" squeaked Derek. He turned bright red with embarrassment, and attempted to recover from Trajan's squeeze of his rock-hard little dick.

This time Lukas and Simon laughed. The way Derek jumped in his seat told both boys exactly what caused the little imp's outburst. 'What's fair is fair,' they thought.

Before long, the food was gone and it was time to head to the dance. Each couple, hand-in-hand, crossed Maple Street and ascended the stairs to the middle school.

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"Do we even need to discuss what movie we're going to see?" asked Will.

The four boys stood in front of the box office staring up at the marquee.

Almost in unison, they all answered, "Black Panther". The movie had opened just two weeks earlier and was the only Marvel movie they hadn't seen.

The three older boys got their tickets, but the blue-haired girl at the ticket counter gave Michael a hassle.

She stopped chomping her gum long enough to say, "You have to be 13 to see this movie."

Michael expected this and planned ahead just for this moment. He handed her his student ID.

"You're not in high school."

"What does my student ID say?"

"You don't look old enough to be in high school."

"Seriously? I have Mr. Allen for Geometry and Mr. Fernandez for Chemistry. Who did you have?"

The girl blinked twice and stared at the boy. He hardly looked older than 10, but his muscular physique could mean he was older than he looked. Before attending Palomar College as a student of Illustration and Anime Club member, she'd attended East Harbor and remembered both Mr. Allen and Mr. Fernandez. As she weighed the facts, Michael stepped up his game.

He wiggled the card in the light. "Look, it's got the school's security hologram on it -- you can't fake that. Besides, who buys fake school IDs?"

'The kid has a point,' she thought. She couldn't imagine why anyone would want a fake school ID. "But..."

Michael interrupted her immediately and pressed harder. "I know, I look younger than my age," he lamented. Then he went in for the kill. "You need to see the hair on my dick or something?" The three teens around the corner burst out laughing, nearly falling on the ground. They couldn't believe Michael had the balls to say that.

"Ugh, no," she quipped, flustered by Michael's comment. "It's $12.50"

Michael paid and took his ticket. Joining his friends, they entered the lobby of the theater.

Jordan managed to spit out a single word amid his laughter. "DUDE!"

"I can't believe you said that to her," laughed Curtis. "She about swallowed her gum!"

"You wanna see the hair on my dick?" mimicked Will before bursting out into laughter again.

"Well?" Michael shrugged. He was happy he made his friends laugh, but it wasn't really his intention. He was sick of taking people's shit and was prepared in case someone tried to tell him he was too young to see the movie tonight.

"Did you see the look on her face when he handed her his high school ID?" Jordan asked.

"Oh my gawd! I thought her brain was going to explode," joked Will, making hand gestures showing his own brain exploding as he bugged out his eyes. "She looked so confused."

Curtis put his arm around Michael's shoulder and the younger boy joined in the laughter. Of the lunch table gang, these were the guys Michael knew the least. Now it seemed like they were best friends, or at least as good of friends with him as they were with Lukas.

Buying snacks (what boy can watch a movie without loads of caffeine and sugar), the four headed to the theater to be seated. Handing their tickets to the usher, he pointed them to theater 12, down the hall on their left and around the corner. A few of the employees were cleaning the trash off the floor and seats when the boys entered. The first moviegoers for the next show, they had their pick of seats. Going about half way down the aisle the boys turned down a row of seats and plopped down in the middle of the theater.

"These seats are perfect!" said Curtis, antsy to see the latest installment of the Marvel series. He liked Black Panther in Captain America: Civil War and he'd been anticipating the character's backstory. Even though he could have looked it up online, Curtis enjoyed learning about the Marvel Universe through the movies. Plus, he was just too lazy to read up on the characters. Reading was for school work, and school work alone.

Will was more of a comic book fan and read much of the Marvel Fandom. He'd read up on the character but kept the information to himself. He'd had enough arguments with Curtis over the years about "spoilers", though Will didn't see how knowing about the characters spoiled anything.

Jordan turned to Michael, "Those two are always bickering about what's better, the comic books or the movies. It's hilarious."

The boys ate their snacks and joked around as the theater filled up. There wasn't an empty seat. Once the lights went down, the boys quieted down and were glued to their seats. They loved every moment of the movie.

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At the high school, Matthew and April were the talk of the dance. They spent the evening off to themselves. Matthew's new teammates on the lacrosse team were happy for him. They were familiar with his story and saw how much he loved and protected his little brother. They all agreed that at times, he was way too serious. Tonight, it was clear he wasn't worrying about his brother or dwelling on the wreck his life had been. Matthew was having a wonderful time and seemed to be really into April.

The girls at the dance, particularly the girls that had been after Matthew, were shocked to see the two of them together. Matthew could have had the pick of the available cheerleaders or the "popular girls". Hell, even a few of them would have dumped their current boyfriends if Matthew had shown any interest. But just when they decided that he must be gay like his brothers, he shows up with the artsy April Evandale. Though the girls shared bitchy little comments about Matthew or April to each other, inside they were envious. It was clear that there was a special chemistry between the two -- a chemistry the girls each wished they shared with their boyfriend.

Sitting off in a corner with their drinks, it was the first time the two had spent time outside the classroom just talking. They spent the evening learning more about each other and joking around. Like they agreed, it wasn't a serious date. They just went to the dance together as friends. But Matthew couldn't take his eyes off April and April found Matthew to be more and more interesting as she got to know him. He wasn't the jock everyone at school had pegged him to be. He was far more intelligent and introspective, something April sensed was there from his artwork.

With only about 20 minutes left in the dance, Matthew decided they should actually dance.

"Com'on, let's hit the dance floor," he suggested, holding his hand out to April.

"You like to dance?" she asked, a bit surprised.

"Ugh, yeah, actually," he wondered if he'd blown his reputation or something. However, the smile on April's face told him she was happily surprised by the revelation.

"Okay!" She took his hand for the first time and felt a spark she wasn't prepared for. It caused her to squeeze Matthew's hand in surprise. The squeeze made him smile.

"That's What I Like" by Bruno Mars was just ending and they expected another dance song. Instead it was a slow dance. He looked at April and shrugged. She shrugged back and stepped up and put her hands on Matthew's shoulders. The song started and Matthew moved a bit closer and took April by the hips.

Ed Sheeran's "Perfect" began playing and they swayed to the music. The song made Matthew especially nervous. It was the song he put on a loop when he was thinking about April and he didn't want her to know that he wanted to be more than just friends.

The lyrics "Well I found a girl beautiful and sweet, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me, 'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love," made his heart beat faster. Unconsciously, he slid his hands around to the small of her back and pulled her closer. The contact of their bodies took her breathe away, then she relaxed and melted into him, resting her head on his shoulder as they moved with the beat.

Matthew held her tighter and closed his eyes, listening to the lyrics. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest. It was actually beating faster than his. He brushed his cheek against the back of her head.

When the song got to Matthew's favorite part, he pulled back so April would look him in the eyes and sang:

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms,
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song,
When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful,
I don't deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight."

His brain disconnected, and his heart took over. Staring into April's eyes, he brushed her check with the back of his fingers before cupping her head in his hand. Guiding her head to tilt slightly to his left, they fell into a passionate kiss. His right arm pulled her tight against his body as her hands slid across his shoulder and up his neck to pull his head to hers. It wasn't until the song ended and the students were clapping for the song that the two realized they'd crossed the line from friends to something else. The smile on the other's face put them at ease knowing that they were both okay with this redefinition of their relationship.

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Scott was in a quandary. Najma was an Indian beauty and everything about her turned him on. But he knew, under no circumstances, was he going to get any farther than kissing for the near future. Out of respect, he was totally okay with that. He cared for her too much to do anything that she didn't want. So, if kissing, and only kissing, was all the farther she was prepared to go, that's all the farther they would go.

But "Little Scottie" wasn't satisfied with that. After his two incidents with Lukas, "Little Scottie" was ready for more -- he didn't care if it was a mouth, ass, or pussy, he wanted a hot, wet place to dump his load. Little Scottie was making slow dancing with Najma embarrassing as he tried to keep the two from making contact. Little Scottie was even making fast dancing uncomfortable getting caught in the fabric of his pants from just pointing in the wrong direction.

Finally, Scott had had all he could take. "I've got to go to the bathroom, wait here for me." He gave Najma a quick kiss and headed for the bathroom most remote from the dance so he could have a bit of privacy to address the needs of Little Scottie. Checking to make sure he was unobserved, Scott slipped into the stairwell and headed to the bathroom in the basement. Taking two steps at a time, Scott was in a hurry to get back to his date, but careful not to make any noise to draw attention to his covert escape from the organized activity.

Upon reaching the boy's room, he quickly opened the door and stepped inside. He turned and placed his hands on the door easing it back against the doorframe. He signed in relief. He was safe from prying eyes, but he quickly realized he wasn't alone.

"Oh gawd, you feel good," came a whisper from behind. Scott froze before he realized that he wasn't the one caught, he'd walked in on someone else's fun.

Scott considered leaving but was on his way to the stalls before he finished that thought. The door on the handicap stall at the end was shut so Scott entered the stall next to it. While he decided what to do, a rhythmic pattern of smacking and muffled grunts began to echo in the quiet bathroom.

Scott listened carefully finally realizing what was going on. 'Oh shit! Their fucking!' He knew he had to see this and considered taking care of Little Scottie while he watched -- if he wasn't caught.

Oh so carefully, Scott stepped on the toilet seat. Placing a hand on the wall behind the toilet, he slowly stood and tried to look over the partition.

'Damn!' thought Scott. He wasn't tall enough to see over the partition from that vantage point. Moving slowly, he gripped the top of the partition with both hands and his right foot on the plumbing connecting the toilet to the wall. Lifting himself, he peered over the partition.

"Trajan?" Scott didn't mean to say that out loud.

"SHIT!" squealed Trajan almost dying from fright. He fell back against the stall door trying to recover from the scare. His shirt was unbuttoned and pants were down to his knees. Scott was impressed with Trajan's tight body and the size of his friend's equipment. He hadn't really seen Trajan naked since sixth grade. Derek, on the other hand, was only wearing his white ankle socks. With both hands planted on the wall above the toilet, the little blond groaned through the pair of underwear stuffed in his mouth and shook is booty, trying to get Trajan to stuff it full. It was quite a sight to behold.

Derek had been getting more and more daring in where he wanted to mess around with Trajan, especially when he was super horny. Trajan surprised Derek by setting up this erotic, public encounter. The older boy really did think he'd hear the door if someone walked in, but he was so in the moment with Derek, he was oblivious to their surroundings.

Scott leapt from the toilet, exited the stall and whispered, "Let me in!"

Trajan didn't feel like he had any option. Caught, he wanted to appease Scott so he wouldn't run around telling everyone. He slid the lock and Scott pulled the door open and hopped inside. The door latched, Scott turned and faced his two friends.

"That was so fucking hot," Scott whispered, referring to seeing Trajan and Derek fucking.

Derek just grunted again and shook his bootie.

"Can I get in on this?" asked Scott.

Trajan, dumbfounded by the situation, just said, "Derek?"

Derek responded by pointing his boy pussy at Scott and grunting something that the older boys took as a demand for someone to stick their dick in his hole.

Scott looked down to see the cute little ass with an open, needy boy hole. Trajan's fucking made Derek's muscle ring bright pink, and Scott was convinced he could stick his finger inside Derek without touching the ring.

He pulled his shirt and sweater up and had his pants to his knees in a flash. "You got any lube?"

Trajan squeezed a dollop on Scott's hand before the boy proceeded to lube up his rock-hard cock. It was a cock that Trajan couldn't take his eyes off. It wasn't quite as long as his, but it was fatter. But there was something about it that just made it look more masculine and begged Trajan to bow before it. It just looked manly. Was it because Scott's dick and balls were much darker than the rest of this body? Was it his pubic hair? Or just that it was fatter and veinier? Trajan didn't know, but he was jealous that Derek was going to enjoy the dick of the boy he'd longed for for years.

"I thought you were straight?" asked Trajan.

"I am," said Scott as he lined up for entry, "but that doesn't mean I don't think two guys getting it on isn't hot." Pressing forward, the head of his cock popped into Derek's ass. The younger boy squealed through his underwear. He was fully aware of Scott's greater girth.

"Go slow, he hasn't had anything that fat up there."

"Okay," said Scott, trying to control his urge to ram it home. Derek's moans turned from pain to pleasure as he grew accustomed to the new invader. Scott took that as his cue to bury the last couple inches into the younger boy. Derek took it all with a grunt and a shudder.

"Damn Derek," groaned Scott, "you're a lot tighter than Lukas."

"You've fucked Lukas?" asked a surprised Trajan. That was information he definitely needed to file away for later.

"Yes, but you don't know that." Scott gave Trajan "the look". He wasn't embarrassed that he had fucked, no, made love to his friend, but he was embarrassed that he told someone without Lukas' permission. But that concern passed quickly once he began to stroke in and out of Derek's ass.

Derek's universe was centered on the pleasure he was feeling in his little hole. It made his entire body hum and his toes curl. He didn't care that he was naked in a school bathroom stall. He didn't care that two boys where standing there with their dicks out and sharing his hole. It felt good and he needed it. He felt Scott pick up speed and Derek raised up on his toes trying to help Scott cram more inside.

Trajan congratulated himself for his good thinking. Derek's underwear had the desired effect. Scott's pounding brought Derek to his first orgasm of the evening. The young boy's muffled scream signaled his ass muscles clamping down on the fat cock in his love canal and his body shaking as it tried to shoot streams and streams of cum that it didn't yet make. Scott, for his part, just planted himself as deep into Derek as he could get and held on for dear life.

When the boy's orgasm began to subside, Scott turned the pair so Derek could rest his head and forearms on the handicap rail and resumed his pounding of the hot, tight, ass before him. He quickly built to his own orgasm. Not understanding the etiquette of asking before dumping a load in someone else's boyfriend, Scott unloaded one of the largest loads of his life. He actually felt faint and dropped down to sit on the toilet for a moment to gather himself.

When he opened his eyes, he witnessed Trajan frantically move into position and enter his boyfriend, ramming his cock into the hole as fast as he could. Scott had the perfect vantage point to watch Trajan drill Derek's hole and see his own cum froth around the entry point as his friend tried to work himself to his own orgasm.

Derek lifted himself so he could grab the rail with both hands and work his ass back on his lover's cock. The little blond threw his head back and screamed into his underwear. Scott peered around the boy's hip to see his little cocklet twitching and spasming, firing blank round after blank round, before Trajan groaned and rabbit fucked Derek as he had his own orgasm, adding his boy batter to Scott's.

While Derek and Trajan caught their breath, Scott grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned his semi-hard cock. He realized that if he stayed any longer, he'd be in the same predicament he was in when he arrived. Plus, he wasn't sure how long he'd been away from the dance and was certain Najma would be looking for him. He stood and gave each boy a kiss on the cheek before pulling up his pants and stepping around the pair. "Thanks, that was fun." Then he unlocked the stall and headed back up to the dance.

After their orgasms, Derek's knees gave out and Trajan was helping to hold him up. With Scott's departure, Trajan pulled out and helped Derek sit on the warm toilet seat. When Derek turned to sit, the boys were again face to face and Derek pulled Trajan in for a hot, tonguey kiss.

Trajan pulled back and looked Derek in the eyes. "Are you alright?" Seeing the dazed, but smiling face of Derek, he already knew the answer.

"Yeah, that was awesome. I had my orgasm two times!"

"Yeah, you did," laughed Trajan. He grabbed some toilet paper to clean up, but when he stood, Derek latched onto his cock and sucked it clean, and back to a semi-erection. When Derek was satisfied with his work, Trajan leaned down and gave the boy another hot, slobbery kiss, tasting cum, ass, but mostly the cherry flavored lube that Derek liked so much.

Though some of the cum had already dripped from his ass, a series of loud, wet farts, expelled a great deal of boy's cream, and made both boys burst out in laughter. Trajan had his clothes in order before Derek was ready to stand again.

"You look really sexy in just your white socks," said Trajan, reaching down and bringing back the younger boy's erection. "I'll take care of that," he squeezed Derek's little dicklet, "later tonight. I got permission for you to spend the night at my house -- I wanted it to be a surprise."

Spending the night at Trajan's house gave them more privacy since there was an empty guest room and bathroom between his bedroom and his parent's. At Derek's house, Robert's bedroom shared a bathroom and their parents were across the hall from Derek's room. The little blond was giddy with excitement about his overnight. He cleaned up his bottom and then the older boy helped him insert a tampon that Trajan had brought from home.

Trajan also helped Derek dress and the pair headed back to the dance.

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"Excuse me," came a voice from the doorway. The two teens nearly jumped out of their skin. Turning, they saw their principal, Karen Trance, standing in the doorway.

"Mr. Feurst, Miss Franklin, would you kindly make yourselves presentable and join me in the hallway?" With that, the principal turned and stepped into the hallway and waited.

"Fuck, we are so busted," groaned Lewis, trying to rearrange his erection so it wouldn't be so obvious in the light of the hallway.

Courtney started to cry as she buttoned her blouse. She wanted to blame Lewis, but it was mostly her idea to sneak into the classroom. Embarrassed, she tried to figure out how much Principal Trance actually saw. Courtney had been sitting on the edge of the teacher's desk with Lewis standing between her legs. Things between the two got pretty hot and heavy really quick. When the Principal found them, her skirt had slid up and Lewis was grinding his hard, fully-clothed cock right against her wet panties and had undone a button on her blouse so he could slip his hand inside and feel her right tit.

"Oh no..." mumbled Courtney.

"What?"

"From the door... what she saw... I think she thinks we were actually fucking."

"No... really?"

"Yeah. With my skirt up and you rubbing up against me, that's what it probably looked like."

That's when Lewis realized the front of his pants were damp and smelled like Courtney' cunt. Though he hadn't even had his hands down there yet, tonight. She was turned on and her scent was unmistakable, turning Lewis on even more. Now he realized that his pants carried her scent, the same scent that permeated the room.

"Oh shit," said Lewis. "She probably thought it smelled like we were having sex too."

Courtney's embarrassment rose to greater heights with the thought of the school principal smelling her fragrance. There was no hiding or denying that evidence.

The kids were quick and stepped into the hallway, eyes averted.

"I think we better move this discussion to some place more private." Principal Trance turned on her heels and headed to her office. Lewis and Courtney followed.

Motioning them to take the seats in front of her desk, she shut the door and walked around her desk.

"I can't say how disappointed I am in you two."

Courtney's tears started again, and Lewis felt ashamed of his behavior -- not making out, hell no. But he knew better than to do that at school. He'd come to the dance with Christian and Emily and the two couples should have enjoyed the evening together. His dad had driven this time and if he and Courtney were sent home early, his best friend was going to be left without a ride. Not to mention how much trouble both he and Courtney would be in at home.

"Yes, ma'am," started Lewis, looking the lady directly in the eye. "I am sorry. You are right, I knew better. But just to be clear, we had... um... we..." Lewis could feel the heat radiating from his face. He couldn't recall ever being this embarrassed in his life.

"Yes, Lewis?"

"Um... we had our pants on and everything was where it was supposed to be." He wanted to crawl into the corner and die.

"Miss Franklin, is that how it was?"

Courtney's face and neck were bright red from shame and her eyes were red from crying. All she could do was nod in response to the Principal's question.

"Look," said Principal Trance, "you two are good students. Lewis, you've made tremendous strides to repair your reputation and turning around your academic and social standing. I don't think this incident should tarnish your reputations."

Lewis and Courtney looked at each other and gave a big sigh in relief. He took her hand, trying to give her a bit of comfort.

"However, you can't go back to the dance in this state. Courtney, I think you should call home and say you aren't feeling well and you need to go home. Lewis, you'll do the same, saying that Courtney went home not feeling well and you want to be picked up."

Both teens pulled out their phones. Courtney called her mom and asked her to come get her. Lewis texted his father. When the communications were finished, Principal Trance continued.

"Now, this incident, and conversation, will be kept private between us. It won't go in your school record and you won't discuss it with your friends and classmates." Both teens were more than eager to agree to those terms.

"One more thing. Neither of you can go home smelling like you do." She pulled out some Febreze from the bottom drawer of her desk. "Use this on your clothes. Then, Lewis, grab that can of Glade from the shelf and make sure the classroom is in order."

Lewis hopped up, grabbed the Febreze and turned his back to the two ladies in the room as he sprayed his clothes, particularly the front of his pants. He handed the bottle to Courtney and took the Glade from the shelf and hurried out of the room. Closing the door behind him, he felt a sense of relief. He was in no hurry to return to the office, so he moseyed down the hallway.

He reached the classroom and immediately noticed the smell of sex. There was no doubt that Ms. Trance smelled it when she walked in. Lewis blushed again. Turning on the light, he walked over to the teacher's desk and straightened the papers and folders on the desk. Once things looked presentable, he sprayed the Glade throughout the room to make sure there was no trace of their presence in the classroom. Well, that and to delay his return to the Principal's office.

When he made it back, Courtney was already gone. He put the can back on the shelf and returned to his seat.

"I suspect your father will be here soon?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Lewis, there is a time and place for everything. There is no place in the school private enough for the things you and Courtney were doing, and school is never the right place for that." After years of teaching and being Principal, discussing sex with her students was something that she was never comfortable doing. The conversation would probably go better if she would just speak in plain language instead of trying to dance around using the proper terms for what her students were doing. However, part of her was just simply embarrassed to talk about sex, and another part of her feared community repercussions if certain elements in the community learned that a frank conversation about sex was had with students outside of the sex education classes.

"Yes ma'am. I need to do a better job of following my better judgement instead of what my friends want me to do."

"That sounds like a good idea. Why do you think you have trouble standing up to your friends?"

"Because I'm not used to having friends again. I guess I'm afraid something will happen, and they will all turn against me. Like, they aren't really my friends and if I stand up to them, they won't like me anymore."

"Lewis, you've made friends because you decided to be you, instead of being the bully everyone knew you as. You are a likable person and it seems you have inherited some leadership skills from your father. Everyone likes you for being you. You've earned a great deal of respect from the faculty and staff and your classmates are starting to trust that this new Lewis is here to stay."

Now it was Lewis' turn to cry. He was so mad at himself for wasting so much time being an asshole when he found the acceptance and respect he longed for by just being himself. Hearing those kind words from his Principal brought those emotions to the surface. Ms. Trance stepped around her desk and sat on the chair next to Lewis and rubbed the boy's back and he cried into his hands.

The ringtone alerted Lewis that his father had arrived. Both he and Ms. Trance stood.

Lewis looked at the lady and said, "Thank you." Then he surprised her by giving her a hug. She patted Lewis on the back before the boy released her and hurried out the door to find his father.

Climbing into the passenger seat, the lights from the dashboard illuminated Lewis' tear streaked face.

"Are you alright?" asked the Rear Admiral.

"Yeah dad, I'll be fine."

"Are you feeling alright?"

"I feel better now." Lewis planted his elbow on the car door and rested his head on his hand.

"Did you let Christian know you were leaving?"

"Oh! No, thanks for reminding me." Lewis pulled out his phone and sent his friend a text message as his father pulled away from the curb and headed down Maple Street to their home.

Lewis: Going home long story you need to find ride.

He stared at the screen waiting for a response that didn't come. He knew that the music was loud enough that Christian wouldn't hear his ringtone, but there wasn't much else he could do now. He put his phone away and thought back on the events of the evening. He couldn't wait to get home so he could release some tension. He hoped he missed some spots with the Febreze.

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Christian and Emily where slow dancing when he felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket. It looked like he was grabbing his ass when he reached back to silence the phone. He was curious to know who it was, but this wasn't the time to pull his phone out.

He pulled Emily closer. Her body felt good against his. He glanced around at the other couples to see what he was supposed to do. Taking his cues, he tilted his head and rested his cheek on Emily's and continued to watch the other couples. Some of the other couples kissed, something that Lewis told him he needed to start doing. He felt his palms get sweaty as he thought about taking that next step. 'But that's what you're supposed to do,' he told himself. He wasn't convinced.

As the song ended, Emily looked up at Christian and was surprised when he leaned in to give her a kiss. She leaned in to meet him and they shared their first kiss. Now mind you, though this was Christian's first kiss, it wasn't Emily's. First their lips simply pressed together, but for only a moment. Christian's instincts took over and he opened his mouth and led Emily through a rather competent first kiss.

The next song started and it was another slow dance so the couple remained on the dance floor, swaying to the music.

"Wow," said Emily. "That was really your first kiss?"

"Uh... yeah." Christian's cheeks flushed making him look even more adorable.

"If that was your first try, then I can't wait to see how much better you get," teased Emily, knowing it would make Christian even more embarrassed. She succeeded. Laying her head on Christian's shoulder again, they continued to dance.

The next song wasn't a slow dance and Christian took this opportunity to tame his curiosity. "I need to see who texted me. Let's go get a drink." Emily nodded and Christian led her by the hand into the hallway to grab some punch. Drinks in hand, they took a seat at an empty table and Christian woke his phone.

"That's odd."

"What?" said Emily, curious and concerned by the look on Christian's face.

"Lewis' dad picked him up already."

Christian: What's up?

Lewis: Court and I went home tell u more tmrw

Christian: ok

"I guess we have to find our own way home tonight," Christian informed Emily.

"Well, my parents are out tonight. They won't be back until after midnight."

Christian thought for a moment. He knew his parents were planning a nice, quiet evening alone. They weren't expecting him back until tomorrow, but under these circumstances, he wasn't going to be spending the night with Lewis.

"How long would it take to walk to your house?"

"About 20 minutes, I think. But my parents aren't home so I can't invite you in. I don't want to break their trust"

Christian blushed. Emily thought he was trying to get her alone at her house -- a total Lewis move. That wasn't his intention at all. He simply wanted to calculate what time they needed to leave the dance to have Emily home before her curfew. He knew her parents would call their home phone number to make sure she was home on time.

"I just want to get you home on time." The words tumbled out betraying him by revealing his flustered state.

"You're going to walk me home? Isn't that like the opposite direction from your house?"

"Yeah, but my parents aren't expecting me home, so I don't technically have a curfew tonight."

Looking at the time, Emily made a suggestion, "It's 20 minutes if I hurry home. If we want to take our time, it will take longer. Let's just leave now and take our time."

"Okay."

The couple finished their punch and retrieved Emily's sweater from the bleachers before slipping out the side door. The quiet of the evening made the walk home more intimate than even their slow dance. Hand-in-hand, they took the long way to Emily's. Staying in the neighborhoods, off the main thoroughfares, the two middle schoolers enjoyed each other's company, laughing and joking around as they made their way from street lamp to porch light, block by block, to Emily's front door. They arrived with 15 minutes to spare.

"I can't invite you in, but we can sit out here before I have to go in," said Emily, hopeful that Christian would stay a bit longer.

"Okay."

She led Christian to the porch swing. He hadn't noticed the swing before because that end of the porch sat in the shadow of a large bush that blocked the light from the street lamp. The pair sat on the swing, alone, in the dark.

When Emily took her seat, she sat right against Christian so their bodies made as much contact as possible. He understood what she wanted and put his arm around her shoulder. They snuggled, listening to the sounds of the evening as the porch swing slowly swayed.

When Emily turned to face Christian, he knew what she wanted. He turned to face her and leaned in. Their lips met and began the dance young lovers have performed for millennia.

Emily finally broke the kiss and checked the time. "I have to go in now. That's for walking me home."

"Uh, yeah, okay." Christian smiled, unsure of what to say.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Okay."

She gave him another quick kiss, "Good night." She unlocked the door and went inside to wait for her mother's phone call.

Christian watched the door close leaving him alone on the porch. He turned and walked out to the street. Slowly, he began his long trek home. Being by himself was nice. He was free from the pressure of trying to figure out what he was supposed to be doing. This was all new to him and he found it confusing. He really liked Emily. She was quickly becoming one of his best friends. He also enjoyed holding someone in his arms and the kissing was cool too. But Lewis said he should be trying to feel her tits or get into her pants. Lewis talked about it so much that Christian started to feel like there was something wrong with him. But he didn't think that was what Emily wanted and he didn't want to force Emily to do something she didn't want to do.

His thoughts turned to how much he was enjoying his new school, his new friends, and making the lacrosse team. His pace picked up speed and he had a hop to his step. He smiled thinking about how his life had changed for the better.

Walking turned to dancing as Christian made his way home. If anyone noticed the blond middle schooler walking down the street, they would never have guessed he was too shy to step onto the dance floor during a fast song. He could really dance when he allowed himself, and this evening was dark enough to give him the courage to let his guard down. He even sang to himself as he danced down the street.

Oh, so get in the car we can ride it
Where you want get inside it
And you want to steer, but I'm shifting gear
I'll take it from here

Christian stopped to shake the thoughts from his head and adjust himself. "Shit," he cursed under his breath. He always did an admirable job tucking, but when he sprang a boner, it was difficult to hide. Those that saw him shower after gym class would have guessed he was a shower. Little did they know that he was a grower and had extremely impressive equipment that he kept to himself. Reaching into his pants, he rearranged his wares before continuing down the street, thankful for the shadows. They helped him hide a problem he'd be taking care of when he got home.

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Trey and Melanie stood by the bleachers talking to her friends. Though he did get a few minutes to visit with Simon and Lukas and a brief moment with Trajan and Derek who seemed to be in a hurry to get somewhere. But most of his other friends weren't at the dance or were with their dates.

The four girls chatted and gossiped while their dates tuned them out - including Trey. Uninterested in what the girls discussed, Trey spent the time thinking.

One of the topics on his mind was Melanie's hand in his. All evening she'd made a point to be touching Trey. Whether it was sitting close enough to touch arms or grabbing his hand and holding it tightly, he enjoyed all of the physical contact.

Standing there, Trey gazed around the gymnasium. His eyes met those of a group of sixth grade girls who'd come together. The girls giggled and looked away, embarrassed to be caught gawking at the handsome seventh grader. He offered the girls an awkward smile and moved on.

With a glimpse, his eyes caught sight of something and his head swiveled and with what seemed to be telescopic vision, he focused on a pair of amazing tits.

'Wow,' he thought. He felt himself stir. Once again, just like when he was slow dancing with Melanie, he was glad Michael suggested wearing a jock to keep 'little Trey' in line. What Trey hadn't realized was that in its attempt to mollify an erection, the jock also enhanced the bulge in his pants. Trey's package caught the eye of more girls, and guys, than would care to admit it.

Making sure he didn't stare too long, his eyes moved on. The next sight that caught his attention was a thigh. There was someone standing in the way so he couldn't see who it was, not that he'd know her name, or anything. He was still pretty new to the school. But whoever she was, she'd crossed her legs. The slit in her skirt allowed the garment to slide up exposing a good portion of her right thigh. Trey watched to make sure her vision was blocked so the girl couldn't see him staring, hoping the skirt would ride up higher or she'd uncross her legs. The shift in blood flow in his body made Trey self-conscious and he changed his stance.

Along the wall he spied a couple kissing. They kept checking to see if any of the adults were watching to make sure they didn't get into any trouble. He watched the boy's hands move down her back and rest at the top of her shapely ass. The pair must have worried they'd been spotted. They quickly separated and Trey's eyes were immediately drawn to the boy's erection. Though the boy used his wrist to try to covertly press the stiff phallus to the side so it wouldn't be as noticeable, its length betrayed him. The eighth grader adjusted his stance and tried to make his arm movements look natural, but his knob tented the thin khakis towards his hip. As it slipped and bounced under the boy's manipulation, it was more obvious than if he'd left it alone. Trey felt his body flush with desire at the overt sign of teen horniness.

"Right, Trey?" asked Melanie, repeating herself to get her date's attention.

"Ugh, yeah, right," he answered. He had no idea what he'd just agreed with, but then again, he really wasn't that interested in what the girls were talking about. Looking at the other three couples, the other boys didn't seem interested either.

Having played his part, Trey was left to go back to his thoughts and wandering eyes. He remembered what Lars told him. "Especially at your age Trey, you are full of hormones and everything is new and exciting. Enjoy your youth and don't worry about putting a label on it. Just remember this, it's not who you have sex with, it's who you love. The truth is, gay, straight, or bi doesn't have to do so much with who you enjoy having sex with, but who your soul and heart are attracted to. Plenty of people have had sex of some sort with partners that fall outside their sexual identity. Many gay men have had sex with women, lesbians with men, straight men and women with same-sex partners. Sex is fun, exciting, and it can bring you close emotionally as well as physically. But that doesn't mean you are in love with them and want to spend the rest of your life with them. And to be honest, you might not figure that out until you are in college or after. So, until then, don't stress about it. Be you. Be who you are and be proud of that person."

Trey did a quick booty poll. When he tallied the booties he rated "I'd fuck that", it was about 50/50 boys and girls.

"What's so funny?" asked Melanie.

"Oh," replied Trey with a smile on his face. "Nothing."

"Excuse me," came a voice behind Trey. A few people were trying to get through to the bleachers. Trey stepped to the side behind Melanie to allow them to pass.

"That's a really pretty necklace," admired Melanie. She bent over to get a better look at her friend's necklace. Trey, watching to make sure he was out of the way as the older kids passed by, didn't see Melanie lean forward. Her ass smashed right into Trey's crotch.

Trey gave a loud squeak and jumped back quickly. His jock strap became extremely uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry," said Melanie, turning to face Trey. The boy's red face alarmed her. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he said, trying to act cool. "I'm going to go get more punch. Would you like some?"

"Sure, thanks." Melanie smiled and everything seemed alright in Trey's world.

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Simon was glad they had decided to go to the middle school, instead of the high school dance. Though he realized his relationship with Lukas was so different from other middle school relationships, it was nice to hang out with other kids their age, instead of being the youngest couple at the dance. Next year, they would both be in high school, as well as their peers, and things would be different.

Lukas was happy he'd gotten Simon on the dance floor for something other than a slow dance. As EJ's "I Don't Know (Stonebridge and Damien Hal Epic Mix)" ended, the boys headed over to the refreshment table to grab something to drink.

"Thanks for coming to this dance instead of yours," said Lukas, leaning into his taller partner. Simon took Lukas' hand and gave it a squeeze. Both boys were so much happier since they officially became a couple and came out at school. It just made things so much easier, and Lukas felt they were closer now than ever before. As the blonde pondered their relationship, his fingers had slipped between his shirt buttons and played with the ring he wore around his neck.

Simon watched as Lukas absentmindedly played with the ring and smiled. He pulled his soulmate in tight and kissed him on the head.

"Hey!" scolded Lukas. "Those go here." He puckered his lips. Simon planted the next kiss on the designated target.

"I love you," Simon told Lukas.

The smile on Lukas' face lit the room. He threw both arms around Simon. "I love you, too!"

At the end of the dance, they said their goodbyes to friends and friendly adults, before heading across the street to the Café. The snack before the dance had long since been exhausted and the boys were starving. They got their booth in the back of the Café and sat side-by-side facing the restaurant.

Simon ordered a bacon cheeseburger with onion rings and Lukas ordered a grilled ham and cheese sandwich with loaded fries. The waitress brought their sodas and Lukas snuggled up to Simon, holding his hand under the table, as they waited for their food. Simon rested his head on Lukas's and stared out the window lost in thought. Lukas was people watching and relishing the closeness to Simon when two students from the high school walked in. Lukas sat up and nudged Simon.

"Look! That must be April," said Lukas.

"Damn, she's really beautiful," gushed Simon. He watched the two holding hands, smiling at each other as they waited to be seated. "They look incredible together."

"Let's invite them to sit with us." Lukas raised his arm to get their attention, but Simon pulled it back down.

"No, not tonight. This is their first date. Let them keep to themselves."

"Okay," agreed Lukas. "I'd rather have you to myself tonight anyway."

Simon responded by putting his arm around Lukas and holding him tight.

After eating their meal, the boys paid and headed for the door. As they stopped to thank the staff for another great meal, Matthew spotted them and waved them over. Holding hands, Lukas and Simon walked over to meet April.

"Hi guys!" said Matthew enthusiastically. "I want you to meet April Evandale. April, these are my brothers, Lukas and Simon."

"Hi," said April. The tone of her voice spoke volumes to the confusion she felt. She shook each boy's hand before Simon put his arm around Lukas' waist. She didn't know Simon well, but knew about him coming out at Homecoming and dating an eighth grader.

"We're heading home," said Lukas. "We'll tell dad you'll be along later."

"Okay, thanks. See you two later."

The boys waved and said their goodbyes to the new lovebirds and headed home.

Matthew noticed the look on April's face. "What?"

She looked uncomfortable. Unsure how to ask the questions on her mind without offending anyone, she shifted in her seat and remained silent.

"Did I do something wrong?" asked Matthew.

"Oh, no, no, it's not that," she tried to ease Matthew's fears. "It's just that..." she fidgeted with her napkin. "You called them..." She paused again and stared out the window.

"What?" asked Matthew. He reached across the table and took her hand in his. "You don't have to be afraid of saying anything to me."

"I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but you called them your brothers."

"Yeah. Why?"

"But aren't they boyfriends?"

Matthew looked at April for a moment before understanding what she was asking. He smiled and chuckled. "Oh, yeah, well... I guess that is pretty confusing if you don't know the whole story." He explained that he and Michael were adopted by Simon's mother and Lukas' father, so legally, Lukas and Simon are he and Michael's brothers. However, Lars and Carol have guardianship over each other's boy, so technically, Lukas and Simon aren't brothers, but they have basically lived together for years.

April agreed with Matthew that his family life was way more complicated than anyone she'd ever met.

"It may be complicated, but we are closer than any family I've ever known," said Matthew. Once he said it, he realized that he really meant it. Yes, he'd been close to his mother, but his bond with Zach and Lars was just as strong, and Carol provided the motherly love he needed more often than he'd ever admit. And in the weeks he'd been living with the Meijer family, his bond with Simon and Lukas only strengthened. He really did feel for them as if they were his brothers. Perhaps not as strong as his bond with his little brother Michael, but it was getting there. He was proud to introduce them to April.

The couple spent the rest of their time together discussing Matthew's new family and how he was adjusting to East Harbor. He really opened up to April and shared his true feelings, though he wasn't quite ready to talk to her about his life before moving to East Harbor. That was something he'd prefer to bury deep within himself and take it to the grave. April had heard enough stories that she thought it best to not ask. Matthew would share in his own time.

Arriving at the doorstep of the Evandale household, the couple said their goodnights.

"I really had a great time tonight," said April. She wasn't going to push her luck, but she was stalling, hoping for a goodnight kiss.

Matthew's nerves returned. Their first kiss had been spontaneous. This time, it was going to be intentional and he wanted everything to be right.

"I had a great time too," he admitted, staring at his hands holding hers.

"Well," still stalling, "it's almost my curfew. I should be going in."

"Um, can I give you a good night kiss?" he couldn't believe he wussed out and asked first, but there it was, the question was out there and he anxiously anticipated the answer.

He didn't have to wait long. "Yes!"

The two met in the middle and the electricity of their first kiss sparked again. Matthew pulled her tight against his body.

Breathless, they broke the kiss and wished each other a good night.

April shut the door behind her. Leaning against it, she took a deep breath and smiled.

"I don't have to ask how your date went," said Heather with a knowing smile.

"He's really wonderful, mom," said April. The teenager had that familiar look on her face -- a look her mom instantly recognized. April was crushing hard on Matthew, maybe even thinking she's in love with him.

"Oh, yes baby girl," Heather gathered her lovestruck daughter into her arms. "I think he's a special boy, too."

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"When did you get the sleeping bags out?" Lukas gathered up one of the two bags airing out in the Novak garage. After they returned home from the dance, they changed into hoodies and sweats before Simon led a curious Lukas to the garage.

"I got them out last weekend when I read about the meteor shower going on this weekend."

That got Lukas' attention. "Really? Tonight? Is that my Valentine's Day surprise?"

"Yep, I thought we'd take these into the back yard and see if we see any meteors tonight. Maybe even spend the night sleeping under the stars."

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Lukas danced around in excitement.

They dragged the sleeping bags into the middle of the backyard. From this vantage point, they had the best view of the sky. They laid the open sleeping bags on top of each other to make a nice, comfy area from which to watch for meteors. Lukas made himself at home while Simon prepped the hot tub in case they wanted to relax later. 'It's a shame,' thought Simon. 'If it wasn't for the gazebo, we'd be able to watch from right here in the hot tub.'

Joining Lukas, they snuggled together with their eyes glued to the canopy of stars twinkling above their heads. By midnight, they'd seen a handful of shooting stars, passed time contemplating the expanse of the universe, the possibility of intelligent life forms on another planet, and how small they felt in the universe, on Earth, and even in their own community.

"Oh wow! Did you see that?!" Lukas practically jumped in the air when he saw the most brilliant meteor streaking across the sky.

"Yeah, that was cool!" said Simon. This wasn't one of the ways he would choose to pass time, but Lukas' excitement was enough for the both of them. "Did you make a wish?"

"Yes," said Lukas, rolling over on top of Simon. Simon enjoyed the sight of Lukas peering down at him. He also felt the distinct impression of a hard, adolescent cock smashed against him just above his own pubic region. His own cock immediately began to rise to the occasion.

"What did you wish for?"

"That you and I would be together forever." Lukas then lowered his lips to Simon's as he ground his hard cock against his lover. The passion in their kiss grew until the boys realized their clothes were strewn all round and their naked bodies were exposed to the cool night air.

Without a word, Lukas spun around and engulfed Simon's erection. It was Lukas' new favorite position for giving head. It allowed him to lift his chin so he could slip his partner's rigid pole down his throat.

Simon moaned when he felt Lukas' lips dig into his pubs and his throat massage his dick with each swallow. Wrapping his hands around Lukas' thighs, Simon craned his neck to take Lukas to the root. The younger boy's ball sac rested on his nose as he moved back and forth on the teen's rod. The experience flooded Simon's senses as he took in the sight of his lover's boy pussy, while tasting, touching and smelling the body he knew so well -- better than his own. Lukas' moans were music to his ears. The boys forgot about being out in the open as they made love to one another.

Releasing Lukas' cock from his mouth, the rigid pole snapped up against the sparse blonde pubs pointing towards the smaller boy's chin. Licking it from the tip to its base, Simon opened wide and took both of Lukas' balls into his mouth. Lukas' moan vibrated through Simon's dick, causing the older boy to involuntarily force a glob of precum into his lover's mouth. Lukas moaned again in appreciation and worked his head up and down a bit faster.

Simon's desire rose as he got a whiff of Lukas' boy hole. He leaned forward a bit farther and rubbed his nose against Lukas' taint. Not satisfied, he pulled Lukas' knees forward in order to lower Lukas' ass. Now when he leaned forward, he could rub his nose against the exposed boy hole. This time Simon moaned as his entire body shuddered with a rush of hormones. He eventually released Lukas' nuts and drilled his tongue deep into Lukas' most private place, making the blonde's entire body shake with excitement.

The boys went at it -- orally satisfying the other, but not to the point of ejaculation. Lukas was the first to give into his lust. Quickly spinning around again, he lined up Simon's wet pole and slid it home.

"Oh gawd," whimpered Lukas, "so good."

When he was firmly planted on Simon's pelvis, Lukas sat up to make sure the dick was as deep as it could possibly go. "Mmmmmm..." He used his muscles to squeeze and massage the cock rammed up his ass.

At first, Lukas just rode Simon. Eventually, Simon started to rock his hips in time. The couple increased their tempo until Simon planted his heels in the sleeping bag and lifted his hips so he could piston his cock in and out of Lukas' pussy. Lukas could only hold his position, straddling Simon's hips, as the older boy drilled his hole with the hard, fat cock. Lukas's tongue hung out of his mouth as his head lolled from side-to-side. Arching his back and resting his elbows on Simon's knees, Lukas maximized the abuse inflicted on his prostate. When the head of Simon's dick made direct impact on the maturing nub, Lukas' body twitched like he'd just received an electrical shock.

After a few more direct hits, Lukas exploded. The first shot landed on Simon's face and the following coated his chest and stomach. As Lukas' ass contracted and spasmed, Simon increased his efforts to continually drive his erection against his lover's prostate. The spasming ass muscles took Simon over the edge and unloaded as he piledrove Lukas through the lucky boy's hands-free orgasm.

With his final squirt of baby batter, Simon lowered his hips with Lukas still planted firmly on his still erect cock. Both boys had silly, just-fucked grins on their face. Lukas leaned forward and squished his cum between their bare chests, kissing Simon passionately and thanking him for such an incredible fuck.

Breaking the kiss, both boys giggled. "I'm getting cold," said Lukas.

"Let's go get in the hot tub."

They scrambled to their feet and sprinted to the tub, only taking time to turn the timer for the jets back on and to brush any grass and dirt off their feet.

"Ahhhh..." sighed Lukas as he lowered himself into the steaming water.

"Man, that feels good," agreed Simon. After giving his hamstrings, abs and glutes a workout, the hot tub felt incredible, but not as incredible as being in Lukas' ass. Once the boys adjusted to the temperature of the water, Simon pulled Lukas into his lap and attempted to examine Lukas' tonsils with is tongue.

When they finally came up for air, Lukas kept his arms wrapped around Simon's neck to keep his face above the water. Their bodies relaxed in warm water, but jets and bubbles didn't let them relax completely. Soon, both boys where hard as nails and ready for round two. Simon got out and grabbed some towels from the gazebo cabinet and placed one on the edge of the hot tub where Lukas pointed. Simon wrapped another around his shoulders and took a seat on the towel lowering his legs into the water. Lukas wedged himself between his lover's legs. Having sex in the middle of the backyard was sexy, but there seemed to be something exciting and dangerous about this position. The lights inside the hot tub illuminated their activities for anyone who looked in their direction. But it was the middle of the night and the trees and canopy sheltered them from nearly every direction.

Lukas buried his face in Simon's genitals, relishing the feeling of the manly organ. Starting with nibbling and sucking on the larger boy's ball sac, Lukas worked his way up the inflexible rod until he was lapping up the sweet precum oozing from the tip. Lukas' hands joined in the activity, massaging Simon's nuts, running fingers through the black pubic hair. The blond jacked the large penis in sync with his mouth. Lukas craved Simon's load and was doing everything he could to speed up the delivery of his late-night snack. Looking up at Simon, the boys made eye contact. Simon smiled at Lukas and the blond winked in return before he closed his eyes and buried his nose in Simon's pubes.

"Oh shit," said Simon. "I can't believe you can do that." Lukas swallowed a few times. "Gawd that feels good."

It wasn't much longer until Simon's body twitched involuntarily and fed Lukas his treat. With the first taste, Lukas increased his efforts to maximize the intensity of his lover's orgasm. Once he delivered the last drop, Simon had to pry Lukas from his sensitive cock.

"That was incredible baby," said Simon. "Now it's my turn." He wrapped his towel around Lukas when the boy stood and then moved the boy into the position he just left.

Usually, Lukas preferred cumming when Simon was deep inside his ass, but there were times when Simon wanted to eat his load and Lukas gave into Simon's desires. Tonight, Simon's desire was at an all-time high. He devoured Lukas' cock with a gusto that made Lukas think Simon might suck his life force right out of his body. Soon Lukas had his legs wrapped around Simon's neck and was leaning back on his elbows as he shook and shuddered his way to an earth-shattering orgasm. With each jet of boy cum, Lukas thrust his hips forward as if he needed to make sure Simon didn't miss a drop. Simon used his tongue, flicking it across the arrow at the bottom of Lukas' gland, to elevate the boy's orgasm.

Simon pulled Lukas back into the tub and held him as he recovered from his orgasm. Kissing, they tasted their own cum on the other's tongue.

"Let's dry off and grab our clothes," suggested Simon. The boys dried off and wrapped the towels around their bodies and ran back to the sleeping bags.

Instead of putting his clothes on, Lukas slipped between the two sleeping back, the flannel linings caressing his young body. "It's warmer under here," commented Lukas. The sly look on the blonde's face did not go unnoticed by Simon. He smiled at Lukas and joined the boy under the sleeping bags. Balling up the towels into makeshift pillows, the boys snuggled and watched for more meteors until they drifted off to sleep.

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"Hey boys, how was the movie?" asked Mrs. King. At the same time, all four enthusiastically recounted their favorite parts of the movie while they tried to find ways of taking their shoes off without falling over or sitting on each other. The commotion and cacophony of sound tickled Mrs. King. She'd seen her son, Curtis and Will this wound up about some superhero movie or other, but not Michael. She'd always found Michael to be a very serious boy, whether it be his music, or business discussions, he always seemed to be a little adult. She was pleased to see that he could be a typical 11-year-old who got excited about action movies and hanging out with friends. These four were getting along like peas in a pod.

Jokingly, she summed up the boys' stories. "So, what you are saying is, the movie is good, and I should go see it?"

Jordan rolled his eyes. "No mom... You know you don't like that kind of movie."

She laughed. If she'd only counted the number of times the boys said, "You should have seen..." during their description of the evening. A description that conveniently left out the incident at the ticket counter.

"I'll take that under advisement. Do you guys need any snacks, or are you full of movie snacks?"

"Do you guys want anything?" asked Jordan, being the ever so gracious host, with his mother's prompting.

"I'm good, Mrs. King," said Will.

"Me too," added Michael, lifting his overnight bag over his shoulder.

"I'm cool with whatever," said Curtis.

"All right. Here are the rules for the evening. You can stay up and play games in the bedroom for as late as you want, as long as you keep it down it down so Mr. King and I can sleep. If we have to come in, it will be lights out and bedtime."

"Moooommmmm," whined Jordan, "I'm 14!" The dissonance between his behavior and age went unnoticed by his friends.

"And I'm still your mother and I need my beauty sleep. You don't want a haggard looking mother, do you?"

"Nooo..." conceded her teen son. Jordan walked over and gave his mom a hug before leading his friends up to his bedroom.

When Jordan was just a little tike, Janette and her husband purchased a large, neglected Mission Revival home. Michael found the restored home to be stunning and couldn't wait to see it in the daylight. The first floor featured a large front porch, perfect for entertaining, or enjoying the outdoors on a rainy day. The second floor was anchored by a large master suite with doors onto the balcony formed by the roof over the porch. The two other bedrooms on this floor were converted into offices for Jordan's parents. Mrs. King's match making business used to be run from the smaller bedroom before moving into its new office at the theater. Mr. King's home office for his engineering business was in the larger bedroom facing the backyard. A large bathroom was situated between the two rooms. As the boys passed it on their way to the staircase to the third floor, Michael peeked in. He could immediately tell that bathroom was Jordan's -- not only from the décor which was clearly chosen to appeal to a teenage boy, but from the disarray of the towels and personal hygiene projects.

The next staircase opened up to the third floor. Michael was in awe. The entire floor was a single room lined with windows in all directions.

"This is soooo cooooool!" exclaimed Michael.

"Yeah, I forget how different it is from everyone else's bedrooms."

Instead of the furniture lining the walls, the furniture was in the middle facing the window-lined walls. His parents constructed a closet in the middle of the room to avoid blocking any of the windows. On one side of the closet was the headboard of Jordan's bed, facing one end of the room. The other side of the closet featured his TV mounted on the wall and his other electronic gadgets on various shelves below, along with his games, DVDs and some CDs. Facing the TV was a couch and a couple arm chairs. A desk, book shelves and other smaller functional pieces fit nicely under the windows so you had a clear view in any direction you wished to look.

Jordan moved an empty pizza box off the coffee table. "I think we should order pizzas in case we get hungry after the 'rents go to bed."

Will agreed as he plopped down on the couch and picked up the controller to the PS4. It was clear to Michael that that was Will's seat.

"Make sure one of the pizzas has sausage," requested Curtis, taking his usual seat. Throwing his legs over the arm of the chair, he adjusted the pillow behind his back and picked up the latest issue of "Game Informer" from the coffee table and started flipping through the pages.

"What do you like on your pizzas, Michael?" asked Jordan, hesitating at the top of the stairs to make sure he had everyone's pizza requests.

"Jalapenos and mushrooms."

"Cool, me too! I'll be right back."

"Do you play FIFA 18?" asked Will.

"Yeah, it's one of my favorites," said Michael.

"Grab the controller and let's play."

Michael bounced down on the other end of the couch where the second controller was wedged between the cushions. He assumed it must have been Jordan's usual spot. It made Michael feel a bit out of place, like he was invading their territory and messing things up. He was clearly the third wheel, well, fourth wheel, and his fear and self-doubts were rising to the surface as he waited for the game to boot.

'Why did these guys invite me over?'

'Why do they want to hang out with a little kid like me?'

And then the dreaded, 'Do that want something from me?'

That's when Michael wondered if they are going to ask him to give them blow jobs or something. He knew they were straight, though they didn't really date. They knew he was gay and sexual active.

'Am I really here as their friend, or are they going to want something from me?' It was the question that his mind settled on and the voices bouncing around in his head reinforced. It made him weary of their every move and the motive behind everything they said.

He really just wanted to be there, be a kid, and have fun with friends.

"Dude, where's the remote for the TV?" asked Will.

"I don't know..." whined Curtis without even looking up from the magazine.

"It's there," Michael pointed. "It's on the floor under the other armchair." Michael rested his socked feet on the coffee table and make himself at home, trying to play it cool and act like one of the guys.

When Jordan returned, he was carrying a variety of sodas. Walking behind the couch, he placed the drinks in his mini fridge and took a seat in the armchair next to Will.

"Dude, he's kicking your ass!" laughed Jordan.

"No, he's not!" Will countered.

"Dude, yes he is. Com'on little dude, Will brags that no one can beat him in FIFA! Oh! Come on, get it. Get it! Gooooooaaaaaaallllll!" Jordan jumped in the air and threw his arms out like a plane and ran around the room teasing Will that Michael was already up two goals. Curtis looked up from the magazine and laughed.

The boys played music, FIFA, Call of Duty, and watched a movie before Will fell asleep first. Michael was proud of himself for not being the first to fall to sleep.

"We should probably get to sleep too. Do you mind sharing a bed with us? You're small enough that the three of us can fit on the bed."

"Yeah, that's what I'm use to anyway," said Michael, not elaborating on his home sleeping arrangements.

"Cool."

The boys went back downstairs to brush their teeth and took turns relieving themselves of much of the soda they'd consumed that evening. Returning to the room, Jordan covered Will with a quilt and threw a sleeping pillow on top of him. Turning off the regular lights, the room still had some colored LED lighting giving the room a soft purple glow. Michael thought it looked really cool. Taking the older boys' lead, Michael stripped down to his underwear.

"You can take the middle," offered Curtis.

"Okay." Michael climbed in, wondering if this was the moment the evening would take a turn.

"Good night, Michael." Jordan yawned and fluffed his pillow. "I'm really glad you could hang out with us tonight. It was a lot of fun. We'll have to do this again."

Michael was lying on his side, watching Jordan get situated. He felt Curtis climb in behind him. Jordan finally settled down with his back to Michael.

"Good night, guys," said Curtis. From the sound, it was obvious to Michael that he too was facing the edge of the bed.

"It was a lot of fun," replied Michael. "Thanks so much for inviting me." He too yawned, then drifted off into a deep sleep, happy to feel he was truly one of the gang.