The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

Chapter 101

I woke up ready to start the new week fresh. I strolled down for coffee when I heard Kyle fly down the back stairs.

"We have a crisis of epic proportions!" he said loudly as he raced into the kitchen in a panic.

"What? What's wrong."

"Dude, I have two zits. Count `em two!" He said pointing to them at the side of his lower chin.

"God, Kyle. I thought the house was on fire," I laughed.

"That would actually be preferable. Why now? I haven't had a zit in almost two years."

"Lucky you. I still get the odd one. You know what they say, zit happens."

"Oh my God, Justin, how can you joke about it at a time like this? I have to go to school today."

"Relax drama queen. Go pop it and use some of Troy's zit cream. He's got that shit that covers it over. God, guys get zits."

Uh, yeah. Straight boys who haven't heard of soap or deodorant. Not gay boys trying to be fabulous. This could ruin my rep. No one is gonna be interested in me erupting like a volcano."

"Yeah, you're right. It's over. The world can't see you like this. It's worse than Frankenstein's monster. ADAM, blackout the house. Go into lockdown level 1."

The windows went dark and everything locked. We were secure.

"Oh, ha ha, joke all you want. My life is over. ADAM cancel lockdown," he said.

"Kyle, just go take care of it. Even with two small zits, you'll still be the hottest guy in school." He turned sighing and ran back upstairs. What the hell was that all about? Two zits just became a crisis? Wow, we need more drama to take his mind off things. It took a while, but both guys finally came downstairs with Troy smiling like he found the whole thing hilarious. Kyle still looked like his whole world was ending. Whoever he was after must be special, I thought.

"I found a solution to your problem," I said as I stood up and threw a paper bag over his head.

"Oh hell no!" He screamed as he yanked it off. "Watch the hair! Watch the hair!" Now I knew he was after someone. The boys had headed off to school and Colin had already gone to work. Jason and Alex had decided to go out for the day and spend some long overdue time together. I was looking forward to a nice short week, with minimal drama, and maximum sex, but mainly the sex.

Over the past couple months, Colin and I had been talking about a lot of major things. One of those was that we had applied to social services to get on the list to be able to adopt a child. I think it was when I was feeling left out and saw how happy Jason was around Cory and how he brightened up the whole house. We had kept it secret from everyone in case nothing became of it. I know, right...could you imagine me a Dad? Yipes I can't even figure out how to deal with Cory when things go wrong. Maybe we'll adopt a girl. What am I saying? Damn, my medication must be wearing off. The other thing Colin and I had talked about was my parking lot. The two topics just naturally flow together. Google – sarcasm...

So far my parking lot was bringing in revenue, but Colin had suggested that we could build and make a fortune. God knows we need it; we barely have 2 billion dollars. Notice I said WE have 2 billion. Makes me feel more important. He said building an office tower rather than a condo made more sense so it wouldn't affect The Slam'r right next door. That way no one would complain about late night noise or the guys on the roof patio. He said that he would fund the build, but we'd keep the property and project in my name so that I still owned it. I decided to head downtown to `take a meeting' with Worthington Enterprises and discuss our joint venture. Sounded so professional.

I giggled to myself as I planned my day. First I slicked my hair all the way back and held it in place with firm holding gel. Then I jumped into my best suit and tie. I gave my black dress shoes a quick rub with the magic shiner thing and looked at myself in the mirror. I rooted around in the back of the walk in closet and found one of Colin's old soft sided briefcases and filled it with the documents I had for my parking lot. I looked in the mirror and still thought I just looked like a teenager in a suit. Some days looking young just works against you. I hadn't even shaved in two days, so the little bit of growth showing helped, but not much. I jumped in the black Lamborghini and drove downtown and parked under Colin's office building. I'd only been here once before and figured I was overdue for another visit. I stopped at London Drugs and bought a pair of black rimmed reading glasses with the lowest magnification setting. I only needed them for a minute. I put them on and looked in the mirror and thought they definitely made me look older. The rectangular frames worked on me. But what doesn't...sheesh! I slid the glasses into my suit pocket and made my way up to the 56th floor of Colin's building. They really should put seats in elevators that go this high. I stepped off onto his executive floor and put on my glasses. Things got a little fuzzy at a distance, but I could clearly see my fingerprints up close...cool. I stopped at reception.

"Good Morning. I'm here to see Colin Worthington please."

Do you have an appointment, Mr...?

"Masters, Justin Masters." Double oh, 69! I thought to myself. "No, I'm sorry I don't, but if you would please let him know I'm here."

"I'm sorry sir, but Mr. Worthington only sees people by appointment. Could I schedule one for you?"

"No, I'm sure he'll see me. Please let him know that I'm here and that if he isn't willing to see me, I'll take my business and the property he wants elsewhere. Thank you, and would you please have someone bring me a chamomile tea?" God, this was fun, I was trying so hard to keep a straight face as I turned and went to sit on the leather couches. I didn't have to wait long for Colin's office door to open and he walked out to greet me. He grinned and let out a small laugh.

"Mr. Masters," he said loudly as he held out his hand. "Pleasure to see you again. Please come in, sorry to have kept you waiting." I looked over at the receptionist who had a very surprised look on her face. Perhaps Colin never saw uninvited people. He closed the door and turned to kiss me.

"Dude, you look so fucking hot!" he grinned. "I'd fuck you!"

"Sweet! That's the look I was going for," I giggled "But enough chit chat Mr. Worthington. Time is money. You want my property, I'm here to negotiate," I said trying to get all serious and lowering my voice to sound more manly. I think it was just turning him on more.

"Please have a seat," he smiled as he pointed to the cool chairs in front of his desk. I was more fascinated by the view than anything else. As I sat there was a knock on the door and it opened.

"Your chamomile tea, Mr. Masters," she said as she placed it on a coaster on the desk in front of me. Colin spun to face the window as he looked like he was about to burst out laughing.

"Thank you. As I was saying Mr. Worthington, if you want my property I would give it to you for controlling interest in your subsidiary companies." The secretary left and Colin couldn't hold it in any longer. He had tears in his eyes he was laughing so hard.

"Chamomile tea? I didn't even know we had that. "The look on her face was priceless. She's gonna be wondering who the hell you are that you could just drop in unannounced and get me to see you."

"Are you gonna keep chit chatting frivolously, or are shall we get down to business?" I said as I picked up my tea and took a sip. "Ow! Hot!" I complained as I blew on it. Colin was still laughing at me.

"Babe, you gotta come round here more often. I need stuff like this to make the day more exciting. So are you seriously here to discuss business?"

"Hardly. I wouldn't have a clue. Plus your lawyers have all the details about the parking lot property anyway. I just wanted to come say hi for a change."

"Well, I like it. I'll show you around, but stay in character and we can have some fun. I ran the numbers past the accountants for the proposed property and we should be able to clear 15 million a year once it's full leased. Of course it'll take about two years to get the building completely up and finished. The architects are doing some drawing up for it. We should go check it out. Do you wanna finish your tea first, sir?"

"God no. I didn't even know what chamomile tea was. I heard them ask for it on some TV show where they went into an office like this."

He laughed and came around from behind his desk. He took my hand and took me over to the window.

"This is an amazing view," I said. "You can see the whole city from here, even out into English Bay. He had a brass telescope on a stand so I took a look through it and you could see all the ships anchored out at sea. I could even see the beach over in Kitsilano where we used to live. I wondered if he ever saw me there with anyone. Then I worried about whether he ever saw me there with anyone. He took my hand again and I turned so that we could kiss. How fucking hot is this? Two businessmen making out in an executive office on the 56th floor. This is where I wanted to sweep everything off his desk and have him lay me on it and make out. That would really give his secretary something to talk about if she entered. He had me leave my briefcase and we toured the building. I made sure to wear my glasses to look more respectable. Everyone we passed by seemed busy, but stopped when Colin came around. They all acknowledged me as if I were the most important person on the planet. I should come here more often. Most of them were dressed in what I think is referred to as business casual. I was the only one wearing a suit, so I felt a bit self-conscious, although I thought I looked really hot in it, and so did Colin. He took me down two floors to where a bunch of guys were playing video games on their computers. It looked like a Sims game, until he explained that they were used to draw up plans and simulations for new structures and designs. He had one guy show me the plans for the new building. I had to put the glasses on my head as shit was way to blurry with them on. It looked pretty cool and he explained the parking and entrance and where a gym would be located like a 24 hour fitness company. I thought that seemed like a good idea, especially next to a gay club.

"How many levels of parking are there?" I asked as if I cared.

"Six, with the lower level being an executive valet area, where cars can also be washed and detailed while the owners are at work."

"Excellent. When do you expect completion and occupancy?"

"Tentatively two years, pending city permits and approval, but there's nothing controversial in the building, so it should sail through. This building will be completely solar and wind powered, saving us thousands in energy costs. A turbine through the upper floors will catch the winds at that altitude and all sky facing surfaces will be solar panels." I almost said `cool' out loud but caught myself.

"Very forward thinking, Mr. Worthington. I look forward to investing in the project. You have my offer and I expect your final answer this evening at let's say 6pm, or I'll have to take all my business elsewhere. Perhaps we can get together for drinks, and bring that charming husband of yours. He's such a delight to have around. Don't forget my offer on that as well. One million dollars for 24 hours. He'd be more than worth it."

"Shall we go back to my office?" Colin said. I'll bet I'd just stepped over that line you hear so much about. On our way back, I saw a familiar face and knew my cover was about to be blown.

"Justin!" He said as he came over and gave me a big hug. "Lovin' the look buddy. Since when do you wear glasses?"

"Hey Brandon, I don't actually wear glasses. They're just part of the image," I grinned. "I didn't know you worked here."

"Yeah we started in I.T. about 6 months ago. Randy is here as well."

"Cool. I'm just here to transfer some property to Mr. Worthington," I grinned.

"Mr. Worthington...Oooo, fancy. So let me guess. Either you're divorced and being very formal around each other, or this is one of your sex games," he smiled.

"Well, we're definitely not divorced and if this is a sex game it's the worst one yet, because I've been here an hour and haven't got laid yet. You'd figure the whole suit thing woulda worked," I complained.

"It's working for me," Brandon said.

"See ya!" I said to Colin and took Brandon's hand and pretended to walk away.

"Okay, if that's what you want, I'll do business with someone else," Colin said as he looked at me. I ran back to him quickly with a smile.

"Too bad about Kyle and Aaron, how's he doing by the way?" Brandon said.

"Too bad about what?" I asked wondering how the hell he'd heard about the zits.

"Their breakup. Aaron said they broke up two weeks ago."

"That's news to me. Did you know anything, Colin?"

"Nope, he hasn't said a word. What happened?"

"I'm not sure of all the details, but I think Aaron broke it off because he met someone else. He said that he and Kyle were still gonna be friends and that Kyle seemed okay with it. I'm sorry for saying anything, I just thought he would have told you."

"I'm sure he will when he's ready," I said. I didn't know which I was more upset about. The breakup, or not having access to the 9½ inch dick on Aaron. To stay in character with my new adult persona...let's say I'm concerned for Kyle.

"You and Randy should come over to the house. We really gotta hang out more. I miss having you guys around like we used to."

"Yeah, I guess once you leave school, life just kinda takes over doesn't it. We'll make plans and hook up soon. Well, I should get back downstairs; the boss is a real tyrant. If he doesn't get a full day's work out of us, we get flogged and waterboarded."

"So you HAVE been down to our playroom then?" I grinned. He gave both of us hugs and ran off.

"Good to see him again. Shit, Kyle and Aaron broke up. I didn't see that coming. I thought they were happy."

"I dunno. They haven't been spending a lot of time together, so maybe we just weren't watching close enough. We'll just have to be there if he needs us."

We went back to his office and sat on the couch. He took my glasses off and we began to make out. "Is this part of the negotiation process?" I grinned.

"No, this is how I close my deals after we have negotiated," he said as he nibbled my ear.

"No wonder you're always so tired when you get home. Guess I'll have to stop by with deals every day for you to close." He loosened my tie and began to unbutton my shirt.

"Dude, what if your secretary comes in?"

"She wouldn't just enter unless she'd been asked for something, like your tea. Otherwise, she'd buzz if I'm needed. Now you want to do business with Worthington or not?" He said as he climbed on top of me. Looks like I could cross this one off my bucket list. He finished opening my shirt and licked down to each nipple before sliding his hand into the top of my pants and feeling down to my cock. I was already on my way to hard and I was pretty sure I was going to like doing business with Worthington Enterprises. Colin turned me lengthways on the couch and removed my belt. He threw it across the office. Then he unbuttoned my pants, slowly lowered the zipper and drove his face to my crotch. I rubbed his hair as I squirmed around. I felt like a naughty secretary. He removed my shoes and then quickly pulled my pants off leaving me in my tie and underwear. This takes casual Monday to a whole new level. It didn't take him long after that to have my cock in his mouth and my legs over his shoulders. He stripped and fucked me right there on his couch. I made sure not to scream out and tell him to fuck me harder, although I think he was trying to make sure of that, as he kept his lips pressed to mine almost the entire time. I felt him cum in me and then he fisted my cock until I shot all over myself. Fortunately my tie was off to the side or I'd be going home with cum stains on it.

As he finished, he pulled out and looked at me. "So do we have a deal, Mr. Masters?"

"Yup, uh huh! Definitely!" I panted as I lay there with his final offer inside me. He pulled me up and took me to the bathroom he had in his office. It was even complete with a small shower. I just wiped up and put my clothes back on. I fixed my hair to slick it back again. Once we were both presentable again, he kissed me and we hugged for a bit before walking out to the elevator.

"Thank you for your business, Mr. Masters. I look forward to seeing you again." He said as I stepped into the elevator. I'm not exactly sure who gave who the business, but my ass was all squishy. I decided to hang around downtown and try out my new super look. I wondered what a rich business entrepreneur could get up to in Vancouver. I texted J.P. to see what he was doing and he replied that he was just a few blocks from me at the Film School. I told him I'd meet him, so I walked over and he almost didn't recognize me.

"Great look bro. I should dress like that. We'd be fashion models and stars in no time." We went for a coffee and talked about his new classes. He was enjoying learning about the film industry and said his classes ranged from being in front of the camera to being behind it. He seemed happy and I was proud of him. No doubt he would succeed.

"The only thing they told me is that I should work on losing the French accent so I can play a larger range of roles."

"You mean they want you to talk more American?"

"Pretty much. They said that if you can put on an American accent, that studios will look at you for bigger roles. Guys like Alex Pettyfer, Christian Bale, Gregg Sulkin. They all had to lose the English accents. So I'm talking speech lessons to learn how to do it quicker."

"You'll sound funny as an American, but once you get it perfected, we could have some serious fun with it. We could all switch places and see if we can mess everyone up. Colin and Kyle can tell Jason and I apart, but they can't tell you and I apart until you talk. Don't tell anyone that you're taking the lessons and we'll play a few tricks on them."

J.P. laughed and we fist bumped. He took me around the school and introduced me to a few guys that he knew. I was happy to see that he was making new friends so easily, and many of the guys we met didn't even clue in that we were twins, as I looked so different with my hair slicked back. I let him get on with his day and went back to walk around downtown, feeling like a successful business guy. I went to sit in the park next to Colin's building and listen to my music. I watched people going back and forth and liked how I felt in my suit and my shiny dress shoes. As I watched people, it appeared people were watching me too. A few even took pictures. At first I thought maybe there was something behind me so I turned to look, but there was nothing there. After the third person seemed to snap a picture, I wondered if maybe I had something on my face. I looked in the screen of my phone, but nothing was out of place. Maybe people just liked my suit. After all it was a couple thousand dollars, not that I'm bragging. Yeah, okay, I'm bragging...just a little. The more I watched people the more I got lost in the world they seemed to be in. They all seemed to have a purpose; they were heading somewhere on their way to do things. People had phones stuck to their head or were lost in a text/email world. I was just sitting there all dressed up with no place to go and it hit me again that I'm still a nobody. A fucking rich nobody, but still a nobody. I was beginning to feel depressed, but more importantly, I needed a pee, so I made my way over to the office tower and hit the bathroom by the food fair. As I stepped up to the urinal, I was next to another guy in a suit beside me. He was maybe late 20's or early 30's. I tried to keep my eyes forward as I didn't think it was the right place or attire to be cruising people. My peripheral vision told me that the guy had finished peeing and had shaken. Very important if you don't want drips on your suit, I think. Then he didn't move and I saw the familiar sight of someone who as no longer doing his business. He was well beyond shaking it and had moved into playing with it. I kept trying to ignore it, but I have the willpower of a four year old in a candy store. I glanced over and he was definitely becoming erect. That's all it took for my cock to react and begin to inflate. Such a curse looking this fierce all the time. I looked at his cock and then at him. He smiled and our connection was made. He reached over and took hold of my dick and began to stroke it. I did the same thing and we were now giving each other handjobs at a urinal in suits. So fucking hot, but we both jumped when we heard the outer door open. We put our dicks away and he jerked his head for me to follow him. We headed around the corner into one of the toilet stalls. He locked the door and began unbuttoning my shirt and pulled it open. His head went straight to my nipples that he sucked like he was trying to milk me. He squatted down, unbuckled my pants and lowered everything in one pull. My cock was in his mouth before I knew I was naked. He sucked it with the skill of a craftsman and it was so spontaneous and sexy that I blew my load as if I were a virgin teenager. I thought it would be my turn next but instead he turned me around and bent me over as he dropped his pants, lubed his cock with a ton of saliva and shoved it into me. I got a good fast fucking and his cock was a decent size inside me. He pushed my shirt and jacket up over my back and held on as he rammed my ass for all he was worth. I wondered if he was just on a coffee break or something. We hadn't said hello or anything. It was a totally silent sex session. I felt him cumming and he slowed down until he was done and pulled out. He took some toilet paper, wiped his dick, redressed and left as quickly as he entered. I locked the door behind him and sat on the toilet to drain myself of his business cum. I fastened my shirt, got dressed and headed out. If this happens every time I'm in a suit, I may never dress in anything else. I felt important again, like I'd provided a necessary service for a stressed businessman on his break. I wonder if there's a career in that?

After retrieving the car, I stopped at the mall to buy some cool clothes, that were a little more dressy than some of the stuff I have now. Slacks, dress shirts, black socks, more sexy underwear. I can't go shopping and not buy underwear. It's kinda like my version of chicks and their shoes...which reminded me, I needed shoes. I also bought a Rolex and a silver chain. Now I look the part. I was gonna be getting my business groove on in all the best bathrooms in Vancouver. I arrived at home to find half the cars in the driveway and several guys running around washing them. They were all in t-shirts and underwear. Now this is the sight I should arrive home to every day. I left the Lamborghini close to where they were and got out. Kyle smiled and said hi. As I looked around I saw Jordan and Troy, along with Kurt and Patrick.

"I found Kurt and Patrick waiting at the gate when we got home, so I let them in," Kyle explained. "Kurt said he was going to clean the cars, so we offered to help."

"Looks good. Nice to see you guys again. You too Jordan."

"You look pretty amazing all dressed up like that," Troy said as he noticed my new look.

"Thanks."

"Yeah, you really look hot Justin," Jordan agreed. That boy looked pretty alright too. Either Kyle and Troy were going to take advantage of his hotness before he left, or I was. I pulled the packages out of the car and Kyle ran over to help me as we took them inside.

"How come you're all dressed up?"

"Had a business meeting with Colin," I said sounding official.

"Is that what they call it now? A business meeting?" He giggled. I ignored him as we dumped the stuff on my bed.

"Nice to see Jordan over," I smiled.

"Yeah, he wasn't busy so he's hanging out with us today. Hopefully I'll get some of that nice thick dick into me. He's actually gotten bigger since last time. Not thicker...longer. He's like 7 inches now."

"Not as big as that monster dick of your boyfriend," I smiled to see if he would say anything.

"Maybe not as long, but the thickness makes up for it in a big way. He stretches my ass and it feels awesome in there," he smiled as he wiggled at me.

"Some fags get all the best dicks. Well if you decide not to use him today, send him to me, I wouldn't mind a ride on that."

"You wouldn't mind a ride on anything," Kyle laughed. "You gonna come down and join us?"

I removed my suit as Kyle sat on the bed and looked at all the stuff I had bought. I was down to my underwear when I heard Kyle chuckling behind me.

"What's so funny?"

"Business meeting huh?" Then why is there a big wet mark on your underwear. You're leaking fluids."

"Maybe I just have the shits," I said as I removed my underwear and threw them at him. He jumped a mile and batted them across the room.

"Gross, ewwww! Seriously? Yuck!" He carefully went over to have a look and then smiled. "Asshole." I laughed and put a t-shirt and shorts on like everyone else and we went downstairs. Patrick was now shirtless as he washed the old Lamborghini with Kurt who was still wearing shirt and shorts. Troy and Jordan were hard at work on his Mustang, so Kyle joined them. I stood and watched. Nothing hotter than seeing 5 young guys washing cars and getting soaked. With Patrick being shirtless, he was getting all my visual attention as I watched his muscles ripple with each stroke of the sponge. Back and forth, up and down, bubbles everywhere. I'm pretty sure I licked my lips several times.

"You're boner is showing," Kyle whispered in my ear, surprising me. I hadn't even seen him approaching. I looked down instantly. Nothing was showing, but I certainly was chubbing up.

"So predictable. Go do him already."

"He's straight," I said trying to act innocent.

"And that's gonna stop you how? Come on bro, this is me you're talking to. I've already placed my bet that you'll have fucked them both by the end of the week."

"Nice bet, but I'm a changed man now. I'm a businessman. Gotta leave all these childish things behind and move on," I smiled.

"So why are you drooling over Patrick with a semi in your undies?"

"Maybe it's just a pee hardon and the drooling is caused by allergies or something."

"Oh my god, just go fuck him already. I'll keep Kurt occupied."

I smiled at him. I guess he just knew me way to well. I walked over to where Patrick and Kurt were working and picked up a sponge. "Looks like you recruited help, Kurt," I said casually.

"Yeah everyone wanted to work on the cars. I was just going to shine them up and maybe do the wheels and stuff today, but Kyle suggested we wash them all first."

"Not a bad idea, although, I think you're getting wetter than the cars."

"Small price to pay," he smiled as he lovingly rubbed the car with his sponge. He really had a thing for cars. I moved to the other side and Patrick slowly followed me.

I stood beside him and looked down his bare back to his ass as he bent over. I moved closer and whispered. "You're making me fucking horny dressed like that."

He turned and smiled. "Just wanted to keep my shirt dry. I didn't bring a change for the ride home."

"Well, I really want to fuck you right now," I whispered as I casually ran my hand over his ass and pushed a finger into the top of his underwear. He looked over at Kurt on the other side of the car to make sure he couldn't see anything, as I lowered the back of his shorts and pushed my finger down the crack of his ass. He looked at me as if to warn me that Kurt was right there. I looked over at Kyle and smiled. He shook his head and rolled his eyes as he went over to where Kurt was working.

"Hey Kurt, we should bring out the other Lamborghini. Wanna come help me. We'll remove the floor mats and stuff first." Kurt eagerly dropped what he was doing and they went towards the open garage. Kyle turned to look at me and with a smile held up three fingers. I guessed that meant I had three minutes. I picked up a sponge and squeezed it onto Patrick's back as I pulled his shorts back to allow the soap to run into his crack. He jumped at the invasion of cold water, but I pushed him against the car and pulled his underwear further down to expose his ass.

"We have three minutes. Keep washing the car," I said as I stood behind him, fished my dick out of my shorts and tucked the waistband under my balls. I aimed at his hole and pushed in quickly. He cried out slightly and fell against the car before he pushed back to continue rubbing it with his sponge. Jordan and Troy looked over and could clearly see what I was doing. Jordan slowly made his way over to watch as he pretended to be washing a car. I fucked Patrick as quickly as I could and reached around to take hold of his firm dick inside his shorts. This boy loved getting fucked. It wouldn't be long before we had successfully recruited another member over to the dark side and furthered the gay agenda that you hear so much about. I was so horny doing this outside in the driveway that I shot my load surprisingly quickly and filled him up. I still had more than half my time left. That must have been like a land speed record or something.

"Jordan, get over here," I said as I pulled out. Patrick went to stand up but I put my hand on his back. I could see that Jordan was as hard as a rock. "Stay there Patrick. Jordan, fuck him and hurry up."

Jordan stepped up behind the gay boy in training and I soaped his dick up as he copied me and tucked the waistband of his underwear under his balls. Kyle wasn't kidding, Jordan looked a lot bigger now. I almost pushed Patrick out of the way to take his place. I held Jordan's cock and watched as he pushed his way into the straight boy. Patrick grunted loudly and held on against the car. He was obviously struggling to take him.

"Relax and breathe, buddy." I advised.

"He's too big. He's gonna rip me open."

"Just relax," I said as I stood beside me to get in his line of sight. Jordan pushed in further and began to fuck. I could see the pain on Patrick's face and before we could do much about it, I saw Kyle and Kurt heading back toward us.

"Jordan, time's up buddy, you gotta get out," I whispered.

"Just another minute," he panted as he held onto Patrick.

"Sorry dude, you gotta blue ball it today. Get out now, or we're gonna get caught."

He pulled out and I could see his cock throbbing with excitement. He put it away and pulled up his shorts. Patrick covered himself as well and we continued to wash the cars, but I wasn't completely done having fun.

I thought you were bringing out the other car?" I said to them.

"I will, I just need to go grab the keys. We just took stuff out of it first, like the floor mats and garbage," Kyle smiled.

"Well you should hurry. I think Patrick likes cars as much as you do Kurt."

As they came around to where we were, I reached over and grabbed Patrick by the dick to show the outline of his hardon to Kurt. "See, he's as boned up as you were when you went for a ride."

It was like having a set of traffic lights in front of me as both boys turned red simultaneously. Kurt didn't want to look at me holding the outline of his friend's hard cock, but it was too compelling not to. He snuck a peek. I smiled to myself.

"If he keeps this excited over the cars, one of you is liable to be going home with another 50 bucks compared to the other one with 20, or at the very least he'll be going home with sticky underwear," I said quietly. They both knew what I meant, but nothing more was said as I let Patrick's package go. Kyle ran inside to get the keys while Patrick and Kurt got back to working side by side. I was pure evil. I was more convinced of that now than ever. Darth Vader works for ME bitch! `The force is strong with this one.' I went over to Jordan.

"Sorry about the blue balls dude. If you don't get to take care of it with Kyle or Troy later, just come find me and I'll make sure you get to finish what you started."

"I thought they were straight?" He whispered.

"They think so too," I grinned. "Since when does that stop them from being horny? I still remember rimming your tight little ass on your birthday before you knew anything. Now look at you. Boning straight boys in the driveway." He smiled and I reached over to hold his package through his shorts.

"You've grown since the last time I saw you."

"Yeah another inch. I'm still hoping for a few more, but I think this might be it," he admitted.

"I'm sure you'll make someone very happy as their boyfriend. How's things at home?"

"Calm now that Dad is out of the picture and that we get to stay in our house. I never really thanked you properly for helping us."

"I'm sure you'll think of something," I smiled as I tugged on his cock. He smiled back and fished his cock out to show it to me. I licked my lips.

"I'm sure I could," he said and put it away. Damn, so many boys, so little Justin. If only there was a way to clone myself and add a few more so that I could take care of all the people who needed my services and special brand of international relief effort. I could just hear Troy complaining if there were even more guys that looked like me. I behaved myself for the next hour as we finished up the cars and pulled them all back into their spots. It wouldn't be long now before the new garages were done and each luxury car would have its own environment to live in. We all went in for a swim and a hot tub to warm up and get clean. The two new guys were checked out carefully by everyone else, but they seemed oblivious to the review they were getting as they remained naked. Kurt and Patrick went with Kyle to his room so they could borrow some dry clothes and Kurt promised to return them tomorrow when he came back. Patrick said he wouldn't be back tomorrow, but he'd give the clothes to Kurt. I made a point of paying them as they headed out for their bikes. I gave Kurt a 20 and Patrick a 50. Not because I had to, but because I wanted to see the look on Kurt's face. He now assumed that at some point his buddy had been given a blowjob by one of us. The ability to destroy a straight boy is nothing compared to the power of the force.' I was paraphrasing. Perhaps I can find new ways to motivate them.' I'm telling you, I'm Darth Vader with blonde hair and cool underwear.

Troy and Kyle took Jordan up to the bedroom and from the sounds coming from it; Jordan was getting a chance to get rid of his blue balls finally. Colin came home and we signed our business deal like professionals, he stuck his pen in my ink well and sealed the deal with his signature sperm ala Colin in my ass. I am going to enjoy being a businessman.

The following day, Kurt returned by himself to get back to his job in the garage. I had no idea how you could find so much to do around cars, but he got right to it as if he'd been doing it his entire life. I was in the house and wondered if Kurt might be thirsty, so I pulled up the video feed to ask him, but stopped short when I saw him and had to grin to myself. He was standing beside the new Lamborghini with his dick out pounding away on it. I wouldn't make much out, but there was no mistaking what he was doing. I quickly grabbed a pop out of the fridge and raced for the side door. I quietly opened it and snuck into the garage and came up behind him. He was pounding away on his dick as he leaned over with one hand on the car.

"Looks like you REALLY like cars," I said as soon as I got close enough to see.

"Oh Shit!" He said as he jumped a mile and scrambled to put his dick away. Nothing kills a hardon faster than a good scare. "Oh God, I'm sorry. I was just...I was..."

"Just jerkin' off," I grinned. "Relax buddy. You wouldn't be the first one to choke the chicken around here. Trust me, Colonel Sanders doesn't handle this much chicken."

"Fuck, please don't fire me. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do it. I was just kinda horny and stuff."

"Dude, chill out. You're in a house full of gay guys. The last thing we have a problem with is a naked guy beating off. Hell around here that doesn't get you fired, it gets you promoted. You looked like you were having fun. When's the last time you jerked off?"

"This morning," he said trying not to look at me as he was still trying to adjust himself properly.

"Sounds about right. Pretty much everyone around here beats off at least twice a day, maybe three times. Except maybe Cory who has just learned what his dick is for. He's probably doing it hourly." Kurt smiled.

"Are you sure you won't fire me?"

"I'll make you a deal. I won't fire you if you whip it back out and finish. I'd love to see you blow a load."

"I dunno if I could do it when someone is watching," he said quickly.

"What? You've never jerked off with a buddy? You and Patrick never beat off at Scout camp or on a sleepover?"

"No, never."

"Hasn't your girlfriend given you a handjob or something?"

"I don't have a girlfriend," he admitted.

"Holy crap. You mean the only thing you've done is jerk off by yourself?"

"Yeah. It's okay for now. It gets the job done."

"Boy, are you missing a shitload of fun. Come on, trust me. Whip your dick out and I'll show you something that you'll never forget." I put the pop can on the counter and went up behind him and pressed against his back as I reached around to unfasten his jeans.

"I'm not sure Justin. I'm not gay."

"Nothing gay about this for you. Just relax and consider it my way of giving you a written warning for work. Around here, if you don't jerk off and get naked, you're in more trouble than if you just stay dressed," I laughed. I opened his pants and reached into his underwear and fished his dick out before he could say anything. He gasped and shook nervously as I held it. I pushed his pants down a little to be able to pull his balls free as well.

"Has anyone ever touched your dick before?"

"No," he said almost breathlessly. "I dunno if I can do this."

"Trust me, you're not the first straight boy to have experiment with another boy. It won't make you gay. It'll make you hornier. Ask your friends if you don't believe me," I said as I stroked his cock which began to rise slowly at my touch. He looked straight ahead trying not to think about what was happening. I put my other arm around his chest and pulled him against me as I used my whole hand to fist his cock. As he got harder and felt the sensations of being jerked off for the first time, I noticed he braced himself back against me and pushed his crotch out a bit so that I was at a better angle. He wasn't saying a word. The faster I got, the more he tensed up. I made sure to pull his foreskin back and forth as much as possible to give him the best feeling. I snuck my pinky down to tickle his tight balls which had pulled up against his body. His breathing increase and I smiled to myself.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum dude," he said as he tensed up and lifted up slightly on his toes. I stroked even firmer and increased speed. I turned him away from the car as neither of us wanted a half gallon of boy jizz all over it. Normally I would have dropped and taken it, but that might have been way too much for him at this point. He gasped and I felt his chest tighten as he blasted his cum all over the floor in front of him. I looked over his shoulder and watched the 6½ inch dick shoot a perfect arc of three full jets of white cream out in front of him. It was like a milk cannon. I kept going until I could feel him squirming, so I gave one final squeeze and watched the last drips. I removed my hand and quickly licked my fingers clean. He was sweet and perfect. I reached over and grabbed a cloth of the counter and handed it to him. He quickly wiped his dick and put in back in his underwear and refastened his pants.

"I guess I just gave you some extra work. You'll probably have to clean that up or leave it there for everyone to see," I smiled as I stood to the side of him. "Just so you know, a handjob is about a tenth as much fun as a blowjob, which is a tenth as much fun as fucking. I suppose it's safe to say that you have sex lesson number one. Maybe now you and Patrick won't be so shy around each other."

"I dunno about that. I'm not sure Patrick would want to do it with a guy either."

"Kurt, I've known tons of straight guys your age and I can tell you that most of them would give their friend a handjob once in a while, especially if they were getting one in return. Hell, I don't even know many guys that would refuse a blowjob. That's why it pays to have gay friends. You just lie there and they do the work and you both end up loving it."

"Not sure about that. But ummm...thanks for not firing me. I promise it won't happen again."

"Then you really would be fired!" I laughed. "I've seen you naked in the pool twice and now I've seen your dick hard and jerked you off. There's no way you can be shy around here now. I hope you'll be naked and hard all the time. It'll prove you're 16 and not a prude. Not stop being weird, drink your pop, clean the floor and just relax around here more."

"Thanks. This really is a cool job," he said trying to smile meaningfully, but obviously still processing the handjob. I grinned to myself and basically limped out with my rock hard dick stabbing into the side of my leg. This boy was killer cute and such a...well such a...virgin. My favorite flavour. `All around the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the weasel. The monkey stopped to pull up his socks, Pop goes the Kuuurt!' I whistled it to myself as I thought about it.

I'd have Patrick and him fucking in front of an audience by this time next month, or my name isn't Justin the Fierce! He stuck his head in the house a little later to say he was leaving, so I gave him 30 bucks for his work.

"It's only 20. I've only been here an hour," he said as he went to hand me back the ten.

"I know, but I gave you the other 10 for scaring you earlier, and letting me show you that a handjob can be better than just jerking off."

"Are you sure?" He said uncertainly.

"Of course. Gotta help you with the car fund, or perhaps you can use it for pills so you don't have a heart attack if someone catches you jerking off again," I smiled. He blushed slightly, thanked me and headed out. I wondered if I'd gone too far with him, but we'd know tomorrow if he showed up. Something told me that the love of cars would far surpass being jerked off for the first time.

I waited patiently for Kyle to return home from school to see if he any stories about why he was so antsy this morning about zits and his hair, but when he returned home he was hi usual self. He still hadn't said anything about Aaron yet and now he was acting like a school girl trying to pick up the hottest boy in school. I had no idea who he was after, and as much as I wanted to ask, I just wasn't the nosy type.

"So, Kyle? How was school? Did the two zits bring the world to and end...and who are you trying to impress?" Okay, I'm a little nosy.

"I'm not going to impress anyone with these things on my face," he said as he pointed to his chin. I couldn't even see any marks at all. He was being overly paranoid.

"So who is he?"

"Who's who?"

"The guys you're all worked up about? I haven't seen you this nervous since you first came out to us."

"No one," he smiled and went slightly red.

"If you say so," I laughed, "But you should take a look in the mirror. Either your face just got an instant sunburn or you're blushing."

He ran upstairs with Troy and didn't say anything else. I laughed. That boy was turning into me more and more every day.

The next day, Kyle was wearing some pretty hot clothes and he smelled awesome. I tried to just ignore it as he was obviously on a mission, but I had no idea why he was trying so hard. He was killer hot just being himself. "Can I borrow the Ferrari today?" He asked casually as he ate his cereal.

"Okay, now I know you're trying to get a guy," I laughed. "Why not just take the Aventador?"

"Seriously? Can I?"

"No!" I laughed. Whoever this guy is you want him to like you for you, not for what you have. Plus, I need the Lamborghini to try and get into Kurt's pants," I smirked.

"I'm not sure about that guy. He seems pretty straight to me," Kyle said looking at me.

"They're only as straight as they need to be, but they all love blowjobs."

"True dat," he smiled "plus you've already had one of them."

"Yeah and by the time I'm done, I intend to educate him on the pleasures of being fucked, and then I'm going to watch him and his best friend 69 with each other."

"Good luck with that," he laughed. "I'm sure you'll get him to give in on the blowjob, but fucking? I doubt it. Patrick is one thing as I'm pretty sure he's gonna figure out he's gay one day, but Kurt is a straight boy all the way through." Kyle said intuitively. He had good gaydar that's for sure. I let him borrow the Ferrari and he left grinning from ear to ear with Troy in tow. Poor Troy hardly ever got to drive his car to school, but then he never seemed to ask either. I think he liked having the car but was scared to take it out too much in case he scratched it or wore it out. He was so proud of it.

I spent the day doing stupid shit and hanging out at the Grind'r with Alex. It even got busy at one point, so I jumped in and helped. Okay, I bussed tables and did dishes, but it could be considered helping. The staff seemed to appreciate it. I got home early, ahead of Kurt. He had the code to get in the front gate now, so at least he didn't have to wait in the street. He checked in with me and I had half a mind just to give him access to the garage with the keypad, but I thought maybe he needed a little more time before I could trust him fully; especially considering the value of all the cars. Nothing was said about yesterday as he headed off with a big smile to work on the cars.

I waited a while and even watched him for a bit on the monitor. He was all work today and no fisting of his boy toy, although at one point I thought he might as he took off his shirt, but it appeared he was just hot from polishing the SUV vigorously. These cars were getting so much attention I thought he might rub the paint off eventually. I went out to the garage with another pop, only this time I used the front entrance and opened the big door with the remote.

He looked hot in his jeans with the band of his underwear showing. I could watch him work like that for hours. "So, how's the cleaning going? Still having fun?" I asked as I leaned against the Camaro.

"Hell yeah! Who else gets to hang around cars like this and get paid for it?"

"Well, in a few days the new garages will be ready and we'll be able to move four of the cars in there so they have their own climate control. Any thoughts on which one should go where?" I asked trying to make him feel more important in the decisions.

"Obviously, we should move the Bugatti into one of the centre ones to avoid having an outside wall next to it," he said thoughtfully. I had no idea why that was an obvious choice, but he seemed to think it was. "Then the Aventador, would go into the other middle one. The Gallardo should go next to it; so both Lamborghini's are together, and the Ferrari goes in the last one. Then in the main garage, we can put the Mercedes SUV and the Mercedes roadster next to each other on the left, while the Mustang and Camaro go next to them also on the left. The truck, Altima, and Accord can go on the right. That leaves one space leftover."

"Nice, keep the shitty vehicles on one side and the nicer ones on the left," I smiled

"I wouldn't class any of these cars as shitty. I'd give my left nut for any one of them."

"You sure seem to give up a lot of your nuts. Just how many do you have anyway?" I grinned.

"Two, but they're huge, so I can give them away in pieces," he grinned sipping his pop.

"I've seen you naked dude. Nice try."

"Can I ask you a question, Justin?"

"You just did! Wanna ask me another one?" I grinned. I loved it when people did that. I always had the same answer. Why ask the question of whether or not you can ask a question. Wouldn't the proper comment be `may I ask you something?' technically by asking a question, it proves that you CAN ask a question, thereby making the asking of the question redundant. Businessman, 101!

"Huh?" he said as he continued. "So do you really give Patrick blowjobs?"

"Shouldn't you be asking him that? I'm sure he's already told you the answer."

"Yeah, but doesn't that make him gay?"

"A blowjob? Hardly. It's right up there with jerking off. Which do you prefer? Jerking off or having someone suck on your dick so you don't have to do it yourself?"

"I dunno. Never had a blowjob before, remember. That's why I'm wondering and shit."

"Right I forgot. Your girlfriend wouldn't do it. Gotta love chicks man. It's all about them. Selfish bitches." I didn't believe that wholeheartedly, but you gotta plant the seeds if you want to sow the crops. "Oh wait, you said you didn't have a current girlfriend. Have you been out with any yet?"

"Of course! I went out with a few girls though, but nothing happened, except like a few kisses."

"No offense dude, but I really don't understand straight guys. You spend all that time and effort on a girl, hoping that at some point you'll get her into bed, right?"

He nodded. "Then you make your move only to be shot down or end up with a kiss. You're out movie and dinner money and a whole bunch of time that you'll never get back. For what, blue balls and the privilege of going home and giving yourself a handjob. Glad I'm gay. We meet someone, have sex and if it's okay, we find out their name, and then go to a movie."

"Yeah right. It's not that easy. Gay guys spend lots of time trying to meet other guys. Mainly because they don't know if the other guy is gay or not. At least I know if a girl is a girl," he challenged.

"And of course you can tell is she's a lesbian just by looking at her too," I countered and he looked at me.

"Touché, but if the stats are right, then I have a 90% chance of finding a straight girl, over a 10% chance of a gay guy finding another gay guy."

"I'm not sure where this conversation is going, but I can tell you that no guy I know would turn down sex when offered. Your friend Patrick is no different. If he said he's getting blowjobs, then he's further ahead than you by the sounds of it."

"Yeah, but if he's getting them from a dude, that doesn't count."

"What are we counting, exactly?" I laughed "Because last time I looked, if you blew your load, it counted. It's in the guy handbook."

"I dunno. I'd rather have sex with a chick."

"No one is saying that you wouldn't, but a blowjob is hardly sex. Would you consider jerking off sex? No. Your buddy probably likes not having to do all the work to get off."

"Plus he's getting 50 bucks."

"If you say so," I grinned. I had hooked the fish, now to reel him in. "How about I make you a deal? Just between you and me and not something you run off and tell anyone, like Patrick seems to have done with you. You've never had a blowjob, but you say want one. Here's the offer. I'll blow you and if you cum, I'll give you 50 bucks for being here today and trying something new, then you admit that having a guy suck your dick hasn't turned you gay. If you don't cum, I'll give you a hundred bucks and I'll admit that only gay guys should be giving each other head."

"No way I'd cum with a guy sucking me," he smiled. "I'll bet that's why Patrick got a hundred bucks last weekend isn't it?"

"No comment. I don't blow and tell, but he got 50 bucks a couple of days ago I remember."

"Okay, fine. You've already seen me naked anyway, so big deal. Just no other gay stuff. I don't want to do things like kissing or fucking or anything, and I'm not gonna suck your dick."

"Wouldn't ask," I smiled. Okay, that was a total lie, of course I'd ask. The same as I had every intention of popping this guy's cherry at some point and having him beg me for it. I moved closer to Kurt and he looked nervous, as so many do before their first experiences. Some days I feel bad about pushing a boy to lower his defences, or in this case his pants, for me, but mostly I get over it as I realize I'm just helping them to become more confident. No, seriously that's my `go to' reasoning. I stepped in front of him and put my hands on the top of his jeans and pushed him slowly back against the car.

"Wait, so you'll really give me a hundred bucks if I don't cum?"

"Yep, but don't put the money in the bank yet, buddy. You'll be blowing a load, I can almost guarantee it."

He smiled almost defiantly. I watched his face as I popped the button on his jeans and slowly lowered the zipper. He had no idea what to do, so he just took a sip of his pop and stared at the top of the can. I knelt down in front of him and ran my fingers down the side of his stomach until I reach his jeans and slid them down. He kept drinking, trying to ignore me. Once I had them bunched up at his ankles, I went for his crotch and rubbed it. He was still limp. Partially from the nerves no doubt, as he stood frozen in place. I ran my hands around his back and slid my fingers into his underwear and peeled them down feeling his firm smooth ass in the process. His pubes came into view followed by the beginning of his dick. As I lowered them further, more and more of his penis can into view, until I was staring at it right in front of me. Then, like most straight boys, he quickly reached for it and gave it a bit of a fluffing to separate the balls from the dick, and to make sure it was hanging properly. He was still trying to ignore me and I was impressed that he was still soft. Patrick had almost poked my eye out at this point.

His uncut penis hung nicely over his tight round balls. He was natural and slightly hairy as he hadn't learned the benefits of trimming and shaving, but it wasn't a wild patch of pubes, in fact they looked good on him up this close. I finished pulling his underwear down to join his jeans and then slid my hands up his legs to cup his balls. He trembled at my touch similar to yesterday. I rolled his sack in my hand before I lifted his penis up and pulled the foreskin back to reveal his slick pink head. It was the point of no return. I moved forward and sucked him into my mouth and began to give him what he didn't even know he really wanted. I licked and sucked his cock while I kept the skin pulled all the way back. He responded appropriately and it was only seconds before I had his full 6½ inches down my throat. I took the opportunity to pull it out of my mouth so I could take a look and commit it to memory. I have a photographic memory. Well, not really, but each time I saw his dick from now on, I would be able to remember what it looked like erect. Never met a penis I didn't like, mostly...

I licked along the length of his shaft and then down to his balls, popping each in in my mouth one at a time to roll them around, before going back up and taking his whole shaft down my throat again. Like every boy I'd ever met, he tensed up and I knew he was about to lose the bet. I sucked him even harder as he began to moan and swear. "Oh shit, Jesus. Fuck, I think I'm gonna cum."

I sucked and tongued him with greater ferocity and he rose up on his toes and placed a hand on the hood of the car. I tickled under his balls and struck oil. It's a gusher boys! He pumped jet after jet after jet into my mouth and I swallowed it like I was drinking milk from the carton. He slowly came back to reality and I pulled on his cock to make sure he was empty. I hate putting the carton away with a few drops left in it. I pulled off and let his cock lie flat over his nutsack. It was so perfect that I wished I had a picture of it. A drained cock is a happy cock and I loved how they looked after they had just been serviced. Nothing like that new cock smell in a garage. He was just about to reach down and pull his pants up, but I wasn't exactly done with him yet.

"Turn around," I told him.

"Why? We agreed no other gay shit, right? I don't wanna get fucked or anything."

"No fucking, I promise. Just trust me. You've come this far, let me show you something that NO girl will show you. One time deal." Until next time, I thought. I spun him around and told him to lie flat on the hood. I pulled his ass cheeks apart and looked at his hole. He was slightly hairier than his friend, but that wasn't going to stop me. I quickly licked his crack and he jumped. I held him in place and rammed my tongue deep into his anus.

Ohhh...whoooo, what the fuck? Holy shit," he said out loud as I rimmed as deep as I could for a few seconds until he was breathing heavier. I reached between his legs and took hold of his cock again and stroked until it came back to life. I moved a finger to the entrance of his ass and gently pushed the tip into his opening. I didn't go deep enough to really penetrate him or hit his prostate, just enough for the wild feelings to continue. I hate this part, as all I wanted to do was to stand up and fuck the hell out of him right now, but I'd just scare him off if I did. I stopped suddenly.

"Turn around."

This time he didn't argue and turned to face me. I took his cock back in my mouth and gave him his second blowjob of the day. I reached between his legs and wiggled my finger against his hole firmly applying just enough pressure so he could feel it. I tugged on his balls and sucked him hard. He gripped the edge of the car and I was rewarded with another blast of his sweet jizz. Once he was done, I knelt back and looked at him as he pulled up his pants.

I handed him a hundred dollars and smiled.

"I came, so I guess you only owe me 50," he said looking flustered like so many boys do after just being blown and shooting their load. I was pretty sure he wanted to be anywhere but in front of me right now, and I wanted my dick in his ass, so it just goes to prove you can't have everything you want.

"Keep it. Put it toward your car fund. It was an unfair bet. I knew you'd cum. It would be pretty impossible not to unless you'd had practice before. Hopefully it didn't freak you out too much and you had some fun."

"Yeah, it was better than I thought it would be...from a guy," he added.

"Thanks I think."

"I should probably get going. I'll do more tomorrow. With the cars, I mean."

"I know what you meant," I smiled as I stood up. "Would you like a ride home? We can throw your bike in the back of the truck."

"No thanks, I'm good. See you tomorrow," he said as he took his bike and headed for the gate. I wondered if he actually would come back. Sometimes they just feel too weirded out. I smiled to myself and went to try and find my belt to notch.

The next day he returned with Patrick along. Probably his protection from the big bad cocksucker. Boy did he pick the wrong guy to protect him. The boys worked in the garage and I chose not to interfere today, as it wasn't fair to think I'd only hired him to be a sex object. That's just silly. They swept out and washed the floors of the new garages which really needed to be done before the climate controls were activated, and when they came back in the house, they looked dirty and tired. I offered them the chance to go shower and maybe hit the pool and hot tub, which they accepted. We swam around for a while and I made sure to grope Patrick several times underwater, which he had no problem positioning himself to allow. At one point in the hot tub as the three of us sat together, I jerked him off as he sat right beside Kurt, who was unaware of what was happening under the water.

"That's the only bad thing about hot tubs and the bubbles blasting against your balls," I said suddenly as I let go of Patrick before he blew his load. "They give me a wicked boner." I stood up and turned slowly to get out and walk over to the water. Kurt took the opportunity to look at my dick waving close to his face. He'd never seen me hard before so I wanted it to be a bit of a show considering I was so much bigger than him. I dove in the pool to cool down and watched as Patrick stood up with his erection and followed me. Kurt waited a few minutes and then joined us. He was partially hard and I wondered whether or not he had actually been boned up as well. Not unusual in the hot tub at all. Once we were cooled down, I swam up in front of Patrick and stood very close.

"Nice to see that I'm not the only one that the hot tub affects," I smiled as I reached underwater and took hold of him. He quickly looked over to where Kurt was to make sure he couldn't see anything.

"Yeah, but then pretty much anything gets it hard. Fuck sometimes I think I should tie it down." He saw Kurt heading over and went to move away, but I held onto his dick and smiled at him knowingly. As his friend came up beside us, I didn't move at all except for running a finger underneath Patrick's balls.

"We should get going or I'll be late," Kurt said. "I promised I'd look after my little sister today."

"How old is she?" I asked.

"I have two, 8 and 13. I asked for brothers, but oh no, I had to get sisters. Some people never listen."

"Well, I'm sure you're as good with them as you are with the Scouts," I smiled. "Just adopt Cory. He likes having big brothers."

"Yeah, he's pretty cool, but then so are most of the kids."

I got bold. "Patrick you need a blowjob before you leave to get rid of this pole you're carrying around?" His eyes shot to me as if giving me a warning and I casually let go of him just before Kurt looked into the water to see the outline of his friend's erection.

"No thanks. It'll go down on its own eventually."

"It's no problem. You wouldn't mind if I take give your friend a quick BJ would you?" I asked Kurt. "You can have one too if you want. I wouldn't want to be unfair." He smiled politely.

"I really should be going or I'll be late." He said as he moved away slowly. Patrick just looked at me and smiled.

"I should go with him, I guess." It was so obvious that he would have stayed for some fun. At least now they would have something to talk about on the ride home.

The next few days were pretty normal and Kurt showed up and went about organizing the garage and generally doing what he was paid to do. I decided to ease up on him a bit to let him spend time being comfortable around the house. He usually stuck around about an hour, but on the weekends, he stayed a few more and even went so far as to sweep and wash the driveway and wash the garage doors. There was absolutely no discussion of the events of the previous days but he was always ready to talk and hangout with any of us that were around. He was becoming pretty good friends with all of us, especially Troy and Kyle and frequently swam with them or even played pool or foozball. Patrick came over with him on Sunday, and I managed to get him to myself for about half an hour to fuck him. That boy was going to be a mega bottom when he finally came out. He still needed to learn how to suck a dick, but I would get there in my own time.

It was Thursday of the next week before anything unusual happened. Kyle still hadn't said anything about Aaron, so I wondered if maybe Brandon had been wrong about them breaking up.

I got a text from Colin in the morning. `You got plans tonight?'

I texted back. `No, just gonna lie naked on couch if u r interested.'

Always' he sent back with a smiley face. Social services wants to do a home visit tonight, 7pm.'

`K', I sent back. I had totally forgotten about social services since we sent the application in. I took a look around the house which was clean, but I figured I should wander around to make sure that no sex toys or inappropriate things were lying out in the open, like a naked boy I might have forgotten about or something. I put bottles of lube in the night tables and threw the few pieces of dirty clothes in the hampers. The cleaners had just been yesterday, so the house was in pretty good shape. I went into the lower level to make sure the playroom was secured. No point in having that wide open when some chick from the moral compass division of the government was going to be stomping around.

I wasn't really nervous or anything as I knew this whole process for adoption took years sometimes. They may approve you quickly enough, but then you had to wait for the right kid. Like waiting for a pop tart in the toaster. You can see it, but you never knew when the damn thing would pop up, and even then you couldn't tell if it was just right to eat...bad analogy...scratch that...and even then you couldn't tell if it was just right for you.

She showed up right on time and Colin and I were waiting in the living room. Everyone else had gone out as they weren't sure if their presence would be a hinderance or not. I changed clothes so many times that I felt like I was having my own fashion show. So much for not being nervous. I decided to just be myself was wearing a striped dress shirt and black jeans. Somehow a t-shirt and cute underwear might not be the right me to show off.

We welcomed her in and showed her to the living room. She was offered a drink but declined. "Your application has been reviewed and we have checked all your references and finances and I can say that they were impeccable. This is a beautiful house. Mr. Worthington, I understand you are a business owner and real estate developer."

"Among other things, yes." He replied.

"And how long have you two been married?"

"Just short of a year." I replied.

"Why do you want kids?"

I somehow knew she was gonna ask that. They always ask it on TV shows before the woman looks down her nose at you and says they'll be in touch. Colin looked at me since it had been my big idea in the first place. I figured by the time they built a kid just right for us, we would be ready for it...ummm...him.

"My brother Jason is a big brother to a young guy and whenever he is over, we have so much fun. He brightens up the house, keeps us all on his toes with his antics and questions and I realize that it would be nice to be able to have a child that we could raise and share our lives with. We have a lot to offer someone and I think there are lots of children out there in need of a good home."

"You mentioned that your brother comes over with his brother. I thought he lived here with you as well."

I don't remember putting that on the application. Obviously she did her homework. "Yes, he lives here with his husband, Alex."

"And you also have a Kyle Christianson and Troy Masters living here as well?"

"Yes. Both had gone through some difficulties when they were younger. My parents adopted Troy after we found him living on the street and Kyle had been thrown out because he was gay."

"Yes, I read the file on Troy. I see he even changed his name legally to take your last name."

"The family name, yes," I said correcting her in case it made a difference.

"So there are six of you living here and I assume you're all gay."

"Well, I don't think Troy has figured out his sexuality yet, but that up to him, not us. The rest are gay, yes."

"Do you think that would affect a boy growing up? Having two Dads instead of one."

"Probably no more than a gay kid having straight parents. Of course it might make a mother/son dance more difficult. I really don't look good in a dress," I said trying to not care what she was saying. If this was going to go down the path of religious indignation, I sure as hell wasn't going to change just to suit her. She just smiled at me. "But at the father/son baseball games, we're gonna have a 50% better chance of winning," I added to be a bit more of a smart ass.

"May I take a look around the home?" We stood and showed her around as she made notes. When she saw the two pools and the backyard she must have been impressed. "Maybe you'll adopt me?" she smiled which seemed like a good sign.

Once she had done her review we returned to the living room. "Gentlemen, from the application and subsequent review, I can see no reason to not approve you for adoption." I almost giggled to myself as I thought it sounded like we were the ones being adopted. I hope I go to a good home. "As you know it could take several years for a child to become available that suits your needs, but you are now on the list, congratulations." She shook our hands and I felt I'd just won something. I was half expecting the media to rush in with lights and cameras. "I could hear the guy now...'I'm John Quinonis and this is all part of What Would You Do on ABC,' or maybe it was Ashton Kutcher and we were being Punk'd.

End of Chapter. Much more ahead. Comments, suggestions and criticism welcome... well maybe not criticism as much as accolades and praises. Just hinting! outinwest@gmail.com