The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

Chapter 115

I think it was noon before I finally opened my eyes and rolled on top of Reece to say good morning. I spread his legs with mine and entered him. I wasn't overly energetic so I just slowly fucked and he woke up moaning. I leaned down to kiss him. "'Morning babe,"

"Hey!" He said. "Do you always wake up like this around here?"

"No silly, I'm usually fucking Colin."

I kept fucking and it didn't take long with a morning boner to unload into him. I pulled out and told him to roll over so I could take care of his wood. I sucked him off until I was rewarded with a nice splash of morning protein. We lay together for a bit and hugged as we woke up. Then it was off to the shower together. I forgot we were in the guest room which shared a bathroom with the other guest room. We walked in on Aaron fucking Braden. We saw Braden with one leg up on the counter and Aaron behind him fucking away as they looked at each other in the mirror.

"Morning guys. Are you gonna be long? Reece and I need a shower."

"Morning," Aaron smiled "Go ahead if you want, you won't disturb us."

Reece just shook his head. "Damn I love this house. It's almost wilder than the dorms at school."

I took Reece to the bidet and sat him down on it to ensure we washed the cum out of him before hitting the shower. The two guys never stopped fucking at all and at the rate they were going, I should probably take their dinner order so it could be delivered. We took our time showering and dried off while Aaron and Reece stayed at it.

"Later guys," I smiled as we left and headed downstairs naked. Only Jason and Alex were around in the kitchen and both in just their underwear.

"Morning Elmer, Alex. No sign of anyone yet?" I asked.

"Nope, just the twins on the couch," Alex said.

Shit, I'd forgotten about them. I wandered over to have a look and they had flipped around and there was a blanket over them. They were still adorable. I could totally be friends with them. Reece came beside me as I sat down and looked under the covers. They were both still naked and I wanted to see if Brett was now fucking Levi, but I couldn't see anything. They did feel our presence. Actually it was my omnipresence, probably. Brett sat up and looked at us.

"Morning," he said quietly and with a bit of a hoarse voice.

"Hey buddy. How you feeling?"

"Tired, hung over and like I've had 10 years worth of sex in one night."

"Sounds about right. That's how you know it was a good party. You'll be fine by Wednesday, Thursday tops. You want some water?"

"Sure, thanks. I also gotta take a wicked piss," he said as he stood up and walked across the room to the half bathroom by the garage entrance. His ass was so small and firm and looked amazing as he walked away. I wanted to shove my finger into him to see if he was still lubed up. Reece said he'd get the water and headed off to the kitchen. Levi turned and smiled at me.

"Did you have fun last night?" He asked.

"Yeah, you?"

"Wicked party. Loved the part at the end when you played with Brett and me," he smiled.

"You were awake?" I asked slightly shocked and a bit horrified.

"Not at the beginning, but when you started to put my dick into Brett I woke up but pretended to be asleep."

"Sorry about that. I was totally wasted and my evil side came out."

"No problem. After you left, I really fucked him and left my sperm in him. I'm gonna tell him what I did and get him to fuck me later today once we get home. Thanks for teaching us stuff and letting us party with you."

"You're welcome. I hope we can play again. I'd love to have you guys as friends. It'd be hot to go out on a twin date. Again, sorry about playing with you while you were sleeping."

"I'm not. We might never have done it without some encouragement. Don't worry, I won't tell Brett how it happened. I'll just tell him that I was drunk and slipped my dick into him by accident while we were sleeping."

"Thanks. I'll make it up to you later," I smiled.

"I know. I'm hoping to fuck you guys again now that we've gotten the first time over with."

Brett strolled over and Levi stood up and walked to the bathroom next. Reece returned with two waters and gave one to Brett and another to Levi when he got back. I suggested that they both go down and have a shower and we could have breakfast if they wanted. They disappeared together and I went to get things out of the cupboard. The twins showed up in the kitchen several minutes later wrapped in the matching pool towels, looking a lot fresher and sat at the counter with us. I found out that the twins had only just started to get to know Reece, so I chipped in my opinion and told them that they looked like they would be great friends and were welcome back here anytime.

"It's not always like last night around here. You should come over and join us for a normal night."

They agreed that it would be fun and I smiled as I really wanted Reece to get some cool friends and getting twins to fuck was just a bonus. As we sat talking `Marvin' strolled in the front doors and over to the kitchen.

"Jesus, was there a hurricane last night that I missed?" He laughed. "Looks like you had a successful night."

Brett and Levi looked at Marvin' and stared. "Holy crap! Are you...You're... whoa." Marvin' looked at me and smiled.

"I think it's either a gay thing or a twin thing," he laughed. "I'll let you know as soon as I do more tests." He looked at the twins and introduced himself. "Don't feel bad. Justin couldn't speak or form a whole sentence around me for hours. At least you guys are ahead of that."

"Can we get your autograph?" They asked in unison causing all of us to smile.

"If someone will grab a camera, I'll do one better," he suggested. Jason went to grab one from the front closet.

"We should put clothes on first," they said as they realized they were just in a towel.

"Don't worry about it. We'll take the pic from the waist up," Marvin smiled as the twins stood up and got on either side of Marvin'. Jason took a couple pictures.

"Come on Marvin' give them something to remember. Take off your shirt," I said sending out my last little bit of evil before good Justin came back. He looked over and smirked as he pulled off his shirt to reveal his perfectly sculpted body. I figured we would be seeing the front of the towels tenting very soon. Marvin' put his arms around the twins as they posed for pictures. Reece also got into the action and stood naked beside Marvin'. All the pictures were above the waist, but they would forever remember what they were, or weren't, wearing below the picture frame. Once they were done, Jason ran off to upload the pictures to the computer and send them to the guys. Marvin' had coffee and some cereal as more of the guys began to appear. Kyle, Tyson and Jordan strolled down naked followed not long after by Kelly and his boyfriend, also naked and Colin in his shorts. They strolled to the bachelor suite and came back with their clothes and hunted around the house for their underwear. There was more underwear than guests. I couldn't believe it; I had souvenirs from the party. After a bit of mingling Kelly and his other half took off and I drove Reece and the twins back to the Academy. We made plans to get together again. Levi kissed my cheek and whispered that he'd let me know how it went with Brett. I headed home to get on with our day, which would probably consist of sleeping and maybe resting, and then sleeping while I rested...not necessarily in that order. The housekeeping crew had arrived as had the gardeners, and were hard at work. I figure about a week should be good to get us back to having a habitable house.

"Has anyone seen Aaron and Braden yet," Tyson asked.

"We saw them in the bathroom earlier," I admitted "but not since. They're in the guest room." Tyson ran upstairs and returned an hour later saying they were still in bed.

"What time is your flight home Sunday?" Kyle asked.

"1pm," he answered.

"We should probably let the two of them know to start wrapping things up. They only have 24 hours to get cleaned up and say goodbye." We all laughed as it was probably true. I figured Kyle would head to bed early with Tyson tonight too. Jordan said he should get going as he had promised to be home to do stuff for his Mom. The three guys ran upstairs to get dressed and then drove Jordan home. Our crowd was down to just the five of us and we headed for the media room to relax, but it smelled like a bath house, so we went to Jason and Alex's room to hang out. It was about the only place that hadn't been abused last night. We heard a thumping noise from Troy's room next door, so Colin and I went to check. I opened the door to find Troy fucking Kiel hard up against the wall.

"Shit, sorry guys, we didn't know you'd stayed the night," I stammered as I tried to back out and push past Colin who was behind me.

"We were too drunk to head home, so we crashed here. Hope that's okay," Troy said. He spoke to me! I wanted to jump and leap around and then go kiss him.

"Of course, this is still your home and room whenever you want it. There's lots of food and coffee in the kitchen if you're hungry." I left quickly and ran back to Jason's room, not wanting to push my luck.

"It's just Troy fucking Kiel against the wall," Colin explained. They both looked surprised.

"Does that mean Troy is coming home?" Alex asked.

"I dunno and I'm not pushing it," I answered. "I just told him that this will always be home when he wants it." I let them know that he hadn't spoken to me last night or even made eye contact. They all said the same thing...that Troy would come around when he realized I wasn't a bad guy and only did things to help him. I hoped so. I really wanted my brother back. Maybe if I offer to let him slam me against the wall...

Justin and Alex opened their laptop and turned on the TV to play some music videos. "Check this out," Jason grinned as he played Syncsta's Numa Numa' video that I loved. Alex and Jay sat side by side and sang along as they acted it out duplicating Jake and Chris from the video almost perfectly. I killed myself laughing at the facial expressions they were doing. Jason even raised one eyebrow at the right time and looked at us as he did it. I loved the video, but watching Jason and Alex do it, was even better. I had forgotten about it so I made a note and wrote down the link. I wish You Tube had easier links to remember as this one was https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Gy0-jk1gec. Their videos always cheer me up and I recommend them to everyone when I remember. That started a whole lot of other videos for us to play and dance around to. We searched for old and new stuff, as well as silly and ridiculous. I found Ricky Martin's She Bangs' and got up and started dancing around wiggling my hips. Marvin' joined me and we got all hot and steamy, although I almost couldn't take my eyes off Ricky, he was so fucking hot. Of course now that he was on our team, it made him even hotter. She bangs alright! Yummy to the max! Alex played another song that I loved from the 80's or something like that. It was Billy Idol's Dancing with Myself' and Alex got up and had his with his arms around himself looking like someone was rubbing his back as he danced by...himself. Funny as fuck, but damn that Billy Idol dude was hot too. I found myself curling the edge of my lip upward like he did. I felt so bad ass. `There's nothing to lose and there's nothing to prove'...to quote Billy. This was fun.

Marvin' found one he said they played on his last show that the director liked. Witch Doctor' by The Cartoons. Funny lyrics. Oo ee oo ah ah Ting tang walla walla bing bang. Everyone knows that that's good advice from a Witch Doctor. This was keeping all of us pumped and having a blast.

"Here's a band you could have been in," Colin laughed as he showed it to me.

"Supertramp?" I said looking insulted. He was probably right. We went from there to checking some cute guy from the 70's by the name of Leif Garrett. He gave me a boner. Damn there were some hot boys back then. I woulda done all of them. Marvin' played a song called Spanish Flea'. I felt itchy.

"Isn't this Herb Albert and the Marijuana Brass?" Jason asked. I nodded.

"Really? That doesn't sound right," Colin said and we looked it up further. "Tijuana Brass," he laughed. "They are probably Mexican." Jason and I got up and danced together holding hands. It was like an old tune our grandparents played when they were alive. Kinda catchy for something that old. Of course, we then started looking for other songs and found Centerfield' by John Fogerty which I liked, and that led to a bunch of song by a group called CCR and we just kept going with one song after another as we thought of names, or accepted suggestions from You Tube. There were tons of good songs way back in the olden days. My parents even had some cassette tapes and records around their house. My Dad said his records were collector's items. I'd just have to trust him on that, although I had no way of playing them to find out. I just looked the songs up that were on the back of the covers and played them that way. He said records had a more pure sound than the new digital stuff. Sure if you want scratching and crackling and shit. He said his best possession was the Fleetwood Mac Rumour Album. The songs were actually pretty good on it, but I'd never tell him. He'd get a big head and only play those songs when we were at home, instead of Lady Gaga and Rihanna. As we looked up vinyl' on You Tube to see more about records, we came across The Vinyls and I touch myself', needless to say we all danced and touched ourselves and each other. Sexy as hell! Could there be a better song for me? That search somehow led to a Tom Jones song called Help Yourself'.

...Just help yourself to my lips, to my arms, just say the word and they are yours... My heart has love enough for two...more than enough for me and you. I'm rich me love, a millionaire...' THIS was my song! Hehe. I fucking loved it and danced with Colin as I tried to sing along. One thing about old songs, they sure had easy lyrics to remember. Colin played Earth, Wind & Fire's September 99' and he and `Marvin' danced. I reminded him you shouldn't play with fire in the wind. I'm such a smart ass. We were almost having another party in Jason and Alex's room. I was still touching myself. I couldn't get that song, or thought, out of my head.

I won't bore you with all the rest of the videos but we had to do a straight boy rock out to Twisted Sister's `We're Not Gonna Take it.' By the time we finished head banging and shaking back and forth like we were in the band, I had a headache and Alex handed me Tylenol. I looked at him and gave him the double surfer fingers, stuck my tongue out as I scrunched up my nose and said "We're not gonna take it."

Before he changed his mind, I took it. That was the end of my rocker career. Jason wanted to play Mambo #5, but without Mambo's 1 through 4, I felt we might have been missing the storyline. Angela, Pamela, Sandra, Rita. I little bit of Monica, Erica, Rita, Tina, Sandra, Mary, Jessica...Who were all these chicks? Without the first four songs, this made no sense...By the time the five of us took a break to go downstairs and have something to eat and drink, the house was looking like its old self. We transferred music to the main floor and kept playing fun tunes that we found. Did you know the guys from the Archie comics had a song about Sugar? They'll let anyone have a song. I had to play the A-Teens video Halfway Round the World'. I'd travel halfway round the world to do those boys, especially the blonde dude; him and the guy I found from a group called S Club 7. Jon was hot. Damn it! I was gonna have to go to a Justin Bieber concert now. I'm such a fag. I'd kiss him all day and night, basically anything to stop him from singing. I'd give that Beauty a Beat...a beating with my dick. I think I may have strayed of Kyle's birthday weekend, but I was having a kick ass day as I danced and sang along to old tunes and saw some seriously hot guys. I even listened some old Backstreet Boys songs. I just looked them up...Oh my god, they're back again!' I liked Nick Carter in the early years. I would so have boned the fuck out of him. I could see it now, I'd throw him on the bed, lift his legs onto my shoulders, look into his eyes and say I Want it That Way!' He'd come back with As Long As You Love Me'. Then I would have to finish with Quit Playing Games with my Heart' (I know...I need to get out more). He used to be as hot as fuck, although not a fan of that stupid center part haircut, but they all mature eventually. Case and point...Bieber.

Afterwards we headed down to sit in the newly cleaned hot tub for a while and enjoy our current playlist of music and just chill out. Kyle and Tyson had been gone a while, but eventually returned and joined us. They had missed all the fun music stuff, but apparently they had gone for a walk together. Yeah right, a walk! And I have a bridge to sell someone.

We eventually dragged it out of them. I asked where they went for a walk and they said into the woods for a quick fuck. They should have started with that instead of making me interrogate them with a whole sentence.

"Have Aaron and Braden come down yet?" Tyson asked.

"Nope. We haven't seen them or Asian Kiel and Troy," Jason said. "I'm telling you, you'll need to give them several hours notice before your plane takes off."

"Come on Kyle, let's go get them out of bed or they'll wear each other out," Tyson said after 15 minutes. Both guys ran off to try and drag the horny guys out of the bedroom.

"Any bets on whether we'll ever see any of them again or not?" `Marvin' laughed.

"As long as Kyle is having fun for his birthday weekend, I'm cool with it. Anyone up for a movie tonight, or do you want to go to the club?" Jason asked.

"I'd be good with a movie," Colin said and the rest of the guys agreed. We headed upstairs after a while and got showered and dressed. I put my ear against the guest bedroom door and from the noise inside, they wouldn't miss us. If they really needed something, they could text. We all met downstairs looking like we'd stepped out of an Abercrombie and Fitch catalogue (one of the ones where they actually wear clothes). I grabbed my phone off the night table and saw several texts from Blake. I looked at them and they were mainly from Cory keeping me up to date on their activities. None of them required a response, so I decided to leave it for now. If he really wanted me, he'd call. We looked online to see what movies were playing and I stopped dead in my tracks.

"What day is it?" I asked suddenly.

"The 17th of May," Alex grinned as if I were an idiot.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" I said putting my head in my hands.

"What? What's wrong?" Colin asked concerned.

"We missed the premiere of Star Trek - Into Darkness. There was a midnight show last night. Fuck! I ALWAYS go to the premieres."

"Nerd!" Jason coughed into his hand.

"petaQ" (pronounced peh tack, with emphasis on the `ack', meaning bastard in Klingon.) That would prove I wasn't a nerd as I stood up for myself nicely.

"So I guess we're going to Star Trek?" Colin smiled as he put his arm around my shoulder. I was the first one in the SUV like a puppy heading on a road trip. If the window had been down I might have stuck my head out and let the wind hit my face. I was so excited I could barely sit still. The show wasn't on until 9, but we arrived at 8 so we could get the best seats. We piled up the junk food and sat in line up for the theatre. Well it wasn't actually a line as we were first, but it would be. I pulled up the trailer on my phone and watched it a few times. I was ready to live long and prosper all the way through it. I was so glued to the show that I was almost annoyed as Colin or `Marvin' kept trying to unzip my pants or do things to me. Bunch of inconsiderate assholes. Star Trek trumps sex, everyone knows that. By the time it was over I was in space overdrive.

"That was the best Star Trek yet!" I exclaimed as I held Colin's hand and skipped out of the theatre with him.

"I dunno, I still think that the last one was better, or even Star Trek 2 with Khan," Colin teased. At least he better be teasing or he was sleeping alone tonight.

"Bullshit! Just remember, the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few...or the one," I said holding my fingers up in the Vulcan greeting.

"How's that relevant exactly?" Colin asked.

"I'm not sure, but basically you need to twist it around so that you understand that if you don't agree with me, you'll be sleeping on the couch by yourself."

"Cool, the couch is really comfortable. I could use a nice peaceful night," he grinned. "I'm not stupid enough to believe you'd deprive yourself of sex."

"I have Marvin'," I said as I let go of his hand and threw my arm over Marvin'. I couldn't hold his hand as we were in public, but a buddy hug was allowed.

"Okay if you say so," he grinned. Damn I hate it when he calls my bluff.

"Okay, whatever. I'll bring Blake here tomorrow for the afternoon show. He'll appreciate it."

We decided to stop by a lounge for a drink and some snacks before heading home. It had been a wickedly cool day. The house was dark and when we headed upstairs, Troy's room was empty, but we found Tyson and Kyle asleep together, while Aaron and Braden were still in the guest room. I wondered if they'd left at all. They were certainly maximizing their sex time. Jason and Alex said goodnight and headed to bed, so Colin and I took `Marvin' to bed with us. We had casual sex with him for the next couple hours before we fell asleep.

Sunday morning, we were all up at normal hours and were almost surprised to see Aaron and Braden in the kitchen eating. I grabbed my phone and took pictures of them. "Just so I know what you look like in case you disappear again," I laughed.

"Yeah, we were tired yesterday so we just took it easy."

"Bullshit," I laughed. "You two fucked all day." They blushed but didn't deny it. We spent most of the morning hanging out in the pool, or around the house before we drove Tyson and Braden to the airport.

"Guys, it was awesome to have you here and hopefully we'll get together soon," I said as I hugged both of them.

"Count on it," Braden smiled. Aaron and him kissed goodbye which started everyone kissing everyone else. I wondered if it was going to turn into an orgy at the airport. That should give security something to talk about.

"Thanks for coming up for my party. It was an awesome surprise that made the night that much more special," Kyle said as he hugged them both hard. We watched as they disappeared through security and gave one last wave before disappearing. Kyle took Aaron home, while the rest of us went over to Cory's to pick up Blake. The boys weren't in a hurry to leave, so we sat and talked to Sheila for a bit as we watched the guys play a video game that they wanted us to see. Cory was unusually quiet which Sheila explained could have been because the boys pretty much never slept over the weekend. She said she was looking forward to putting him to bed early and having a nice bubble bath. We finally got Blake convinced to leave and packed up his stuff ready to head out. Colin gave him a ride out to the car on his back. Of course, you can't give one a ride without the other, so Alex took Cory on his back. The boys gave each other a complicated secret handshake before bumping chests. They were becoming jock straight boys. We could get that cured though, we have universal health care to get the required surgeries to rewire the brain.

Blake was quiet in the back seat all the way home and seemed as tired as Cory had been. "Did you guys get any sleep at all?" I asked. He shook his head grinning. "Well you can go to bed early and if you want we can watch a movie after dinner." He nodded. I gave him a ride into the house and up to his room where we dumped all his stuff. I threw him a few feet onto the bed and he bounced across it. He giggled and ran back to jump on me again, so I threw him again. He thought this was a good game and tried again. So much for not having energy. "Okay, once more and then that's it."

I chucked him again and moved toward the door to head downstairs. He bounced off the bed and grabbed my hand to go with me to the kitchen, where we had a bowl of mandarin oranges and ice cream. I looked at him and brushed the hair out of his eyes. He wasn't exactly a mop anymore, but he was still mop adjacent. "I hope you and Cory had fun together, bit I missed having you around here this weekend," I told him as we ate. He looked up at me and smiled as he shovelled a huge spoon of oranges into his mouth. `Marvin' and Colin joined us and we went to pick out a movie in the media room. Blake made it through about 20 minutes before he was asleep. "I guess he had a fun weekend," I said quietly to Colin.

"Not as much fun as us, I'll bet," Colin grinned. I reclined Blake's chair and he moved slightly to wiggle into a comfortable spot. I got a blanket to put over him and let him sleep. Kyle had come home and flopped down beside me.

"Best 18th birthday weekend EVER!" he said as he leaned over to kiss me. "Thanks. But don't forget, you still owe me a night of sex."

"I don't remember agreeing to that," I smirked.

"Well...you did and no backsies," he said grinning wickedly.

"Oh well, if I agreed, then I guess I have to do it."

"Awww, sucks to be you," `Marvin' laughed.

"I know right!"

"So Kyle, what's the first thing you're going to do now that you're 18?"

"Simple, I'm gonna edit the video footage from last night so I have a great porn movie. Then I'm going to take nude pictures of myself and post them on Manhunt to see how many guys want me."

"Be careful what you wish for. You'll end up with most of Vancouver and half the western hemisphere emailing you," Colin grinned.

"Nice!" Kyle nodded. "Strange isn't it? At 16 anyone can fuck my brains out as long as I don't take pictures or video of myself. Then at 18, I can show off this fabulousness to everyone anywhere by posting nude stuff of me doing anything, but I still can't drink at a bar until I'm 19. Who makes this shit up?"

"Be thankful you don't live in the U.S.," `Marvin' said. "You have to be 21 to drink there."

"Stupid fucking politicians. We need to hit the reset button for the 21st century. Sure, back in their day guys didn't start puberty until they were 14 and usually everyone died by 40, but now guys start puberty at 9 and live to be 100. We should change the laws accordingly. Sex should be legal at 14 and everything else at 16. Drinking, nudity, driving, voting, etc. I'm gonna email my member of Parliament. They gotta listen to me now that I'm a voter and taxpayer, right?"

"Sure, you believe that," Colin laughed. "They listen to you if your email is attached to a hundred thousand dollars, and then they only listen and spend your money trying to get re-elected with the same shit they spewed before."

"Cynical much?" Kyle laughed. "Maybe I should run for office. I could clean up this mess and get the old grey hairs who still think this is the stone age out of office."

"Good luck with that. We have a senate that is appointed by the Prime Minister and they can stay there until they're 75."

"How's that make sense?"

"It doesn't, but welcome to politics. The Prime Minister appoints his buddies who will vote for his stupid shit and ensure he remains a dictator, until we vote him out at the next election, but it still leaves all the old farts in the senate with their walkers and dementia voting on crap they don't understand."

"Sounds like Colin needs to get laid," Kyle giggled. "Okay, fine. I'll just get as much money as you and buy my own country and make my own laws. That sounds much easier. I'm going to call it Kyleistan."

"Avoid countries that end in stan or the U.S. might think your hostile," `Marvin' advised, grinning. "Go with Kyleatopia, or the Republic of Kyle. We like republics and the things they stand for."

"Cool. I am now the King of the Republic of Kyle. All I need now is 100 billion dollars and some land. I'll let you guys fuck me for a million bucks each," he grinned.

"A million?" I asked. "I have a twonie in my coat pocket."

"That'll do! Go get it and all this can be yours!" He said as he ran his hands down his body.

I looked over and shrugged. "Do I get change?"

"Bitch!" He pouted.

"Don't worry Kyle, I'd give you two bucks, but I only have American," `Marvin' said.

"Christ it just keeps getting worse," Kyle said looking around the room smirking. "I suppose I could do both together to make money quicker. Colin, you want in on some of this?"

"No, I'm good. I'm not really into used. I like new," he said trying not to crack a smile. "Plus a gay 18 is like a straight 30. You're kinda past your prime now."

"You're all bitches, you know that?" He said leaning back in his chair and pretending to pout. He knew we loved him and later we'd show him every inch of our love. Kyle ended up joining the three of us for sex after we'd put Blake to bed that night and it seemed to help eliminate his pouting. He was definitely used by the time we finished with him, and we all fell asleep in bed together. I think he still liked sleeping with me. I awoke in the morning, gave Kyle a nice long fuck and took a quick shower. Or did I give Kyle a quick fuck and take a long shower? Who remembers these things? I wandered down the hall naked to wake Blake up. Today was the first day of us going back to walking around naked more often, so I figured we might as well let him get used to it.

I watched him sleep for a couple minutes before I sat on the side of his bed and rubbed his hair. He still slept with his polar bear which was cute. I began to wonder when I'd stopped sleeping with a teddy bear. Probably about the time I started sleeping with Alex. As I rubbed Blake's head, he opened his eyes and looked at me sitting next to him and smiled. He turned over and sat up rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Morning buddy time to get up. Go have a shower and we'll have breakfast with everyone, then you and I can decide what we're going to do all day." He climbed out of bed with his morning wood leading the way as he headed for the bathroom. I walked down to the kitchen to find Alex walking naked around the kitchen dragging all the breakfast stuff out of the cupboards. Jason, who was in his flannel lounge pants, was making coffee. I kissed both of them and groggily ordered a latte from them.

"Latte?" You have your choice of coffee from the pot or coffee from the pot," Jason replied.

"Hmph, some breakfast service this is," I complained. "Fine, I'll just have coffee then, but I take my eggs over medium."

"Nice to hear, but this morning's special is toast and cereal," he said grinning.

"What's going on here? Are we poor now or something? Did I miss a bankruptcy meeting?"

"No, but if we're all going to be walking around the house naked, we can't exactly be stuffing our faces and turning into blobs of skin now can we? We gotta exercise to keep in shape," Jason said.

"Seriously? Can't we just have more sex? I hear that's as good as a workout."

"Nope. We're going to put a schedule up and we're all going to do at least an hour a day. We have a whole gym downstairs that we never use, plus two pools that we basically only use to have sex or play around in. We're gonna swim 40 lengths every day after our workouts," Alex chimed in.

"I'm missing something here," I said looking at the two of them. "Did I sleep too long and this has actually turned into the Republic of Kyle?" They both just laughed. `Marvin' and Colin joined us as we were talking, followed by Kyle. Everyone was naked except Jason. Blake thumped down the back stairs like an elephant. For someone so small he had a heavy footstep. He was in his underwear and t-shirt. He stopped when he saw that we were all naked and smiled. The guys greeted him as he climbed onto a bar stool and pulled a bowl and glass over to himself and poured out his Captain Crunch.

"So were you aware of Jason and Alex's new workout regime?" I asked Colin and Kyle. "They said that if we're going to go back to walking around naked we need to make sure we're more toned and healthy. Don't we get a veto vote or something?" I complained.

"I think it's a good idea to get more fit," Colin smiled.

"Me too," Kyle agreed. "Now I'm 18, I get to vote!" He laughed.

"Okay fine, but the 40 laps should be included in the hour workout, not be in addition to it." I was out voted.

"Our rule of law is simple," Kyle said. "You are allowed one vote per visible ab. The more abs you have showing, the more votes you get. So if you work harder, you become more toned and get more votes."

"That sounds fair," `Marvin' said tightening his stomach to show us his 8 pack. Asshole! Jason and I almost had six packs if we tightened our guts. Alex had a weak 6 pack and Kyle was showing a good 6 pack on his way to eight. Great, now I'm the heffalump in the crowd. They'd be sorry. I'd have a 12 pack before they got home, and once I finished that and put the bottles in recycling, I'd go workout.

"Well if we get votes we should have rules to vote on," I grinned.

"Well we all agree on the first one. The right to bare arms," Colin laughed shaking his arms at us.

"Love handles are illegal," Alex proposed. We agreed.

"We have the right to take one day a week off from exercise. Even the ten commandments allow that," I said. They agreed that we could do that. I immediately proposed that all weeks be shortened to one day instead of seven. I was overruled. Can't blame a guy for trying.

Colin suggested that we get a personal trainer in to show us a good routine to make sure we kept toned but didn't bulk up like a body builder. They all agreed to that. I was seriously wondering if I'd slept through something. When did we get so fitnessy? I wasn't out of shape. I could do with a couple more abs, but I didn't need to be abused to get them. We put everyone's names into Alex's laptop on some program he had opened. He showed it to us and it had all the various body measurements including weight and body fat. It even had blood pressure and heart rate. It was seriously incomplete though as it didn't have dick size or ball circumference. Those were the most important two if you asked me. I told them and they said that our dicks wouldn't get any bigger than they already were. Then as if by some unseen force, we all looked at Blake at once causing him to stop moving his spoon full of cereal to his mouth and stare at us.

"That last one doesn't apply to you, Blake. You're still growing," I grinned as I ruffled his hair. He frowned and just rolled his eyes as he continued eating. The rest of us laughed.

"If we do this, we'll have to get J.P. to join in as well so he stays in the same shape. No point being identical if one of us is the Pillsbury dough boy," I suggested. We all agreed and then added Ryan to it since he was killer hot and needed to stay that way. Then we added Jordan and Aaron as well. Blake put up his hand and pointed to himself, so we added his name to the growing list. The idea of the list was to put down what we were doing and at what weight or for how long, or the settings on the treadmill, etc. I didn't have this much homework when I was in school. Again, the list was seriously incomplete as it didn't include how many hours of sex you were having or whether you were active or passive. I would want to win that category. We agreed that it might be important, so Alex added it. I finally had something on this stupid list I was good at, plus it now gave me a license to delay being monogamous. After all, it was on the list that sex was exercise. Alex said he'd make the list sharable between all of us so that we could update it from wherever we were. I could see it now. I'd be fucking Kurt and updating with each thrust. I wondered if a tight ass was better for your abs than a more used ass? I'd look that up. Logically it seemed like it would be as there was more resistance and wasn't muscle toning about resistance. Ideally I should be huge as I resisted a lot of workouts.

The guys headed off to get ready for school and work, while Blake and I cleaned up the dishes. At one point he snapped my ass with the dish towel and ran away giggling. I chased him back to his room and tickled him until I thought he might pee himself. Once everyone was gone, Blake and I went shopping to buy food and other assorted things. I was beginning to think of myself as a real housewife of Vancouver, especially since we kept running into the same women at the grocery store over and over again. Fuck, the next thing you know is that they'll be coming over for bridge and tea parties while we complain about our husbands. After putting all the food away in the cupboards, I asked Blake if he'd like to go down to the beach for a bit. He smiled and ran upstairs quickly. He returned completely naked except for his shoes and carrying his beach towel. I laughed. I suppose nudity was accepted on the beach below us, so why not. I stripped and dumped my clothes on the chair. I kept my shoes on as well as the beach wasn't fine sand, it was more pebbles than anything. I grabbed the Frisbee and we made our way down to the ocean. We played for a while and saw lots of people go by. Most clothed, some naked and some who should never be naked. I quickly realized why we needed an exercise program. If I ended up bald with a hairy chest and beer belly, I would fling myself off the cliff and call it a day, unless Colin liked me like that, in which case I might suffer through it. After all I'd still have my big dick...or does that shrink with old age too. It better not or there is just no point in living. We decided to head back after a few hours and had drifted well down the beach as we'd played. I saw a young couple lying on the beach tucked between two rocks going at it. I put my hand over Blake's eyes and tried to steer him away from it. He pulled my hand down so he could see and stopped walking.

"Come on buddy. It's not nice to stare. Let them have their privacy." I stopped short of saying that he wouldn't like it if people watched him, but I wasn't sure that was accurate. Personally it would turn me on even more. I tried pulling Blake along but he wanted to watch and his dick showed how much he was enjoying it. I casually hung his towel that I was carrying in front of him as I tried to get him to move. He was as stubborn as a Rottweiler being told he couldn't eat the burglar. I put my hand over his eyes again and pulled him down the beach, the whole time he held my arm down off his eyes and kept his head turned to watch. He was still sporting a major boner and it didn't exactly look good with the two of us walking naked side by side. That could be misunderstood pretty quickly.

"You want a ride on my back?" I asked figuring that would at least hide his erection. He smiled and nodded. I bent down and he climbed on my back and wrapped his arms around my shoulder. I could feel his dick against my back, but at least it was hidden from public viewing and I figured that was better from a perception standpoint. We were almost all the way back when Blake giggled and I felt my back get all wet. I groaned inwardly. I hadn't exactly thought that one out very well. "Did you just cum on me? I asked turning my head to look back at him smiling. He nodded. "I guess that's my fault for bouncing you up and down. My bad." I quickened my pace before it happened again and once we were at the bottom of our hill, I dropped him down and handed him the towel to wipe my back. He did it and handed me the cum soaked towel back. I slapped him on the ass and told him to get up the hill. The whole way up I kept swatting at his butt causing him to move faster. He giggled and once we were up he attacked and knocked me to the ground. Blake straddled my chest and I allowed him to pin my arms over my head. He looked at me and grinned as we both lay panting slightly. He leaned down and kissed me before climbing off and running to the outdoor pool and cannonballing into it. I followed and we splashed around until it was time for him to go to his diving lesson.

I liked watching Blake interact with the other kids. His lack of talking didn't seem to affect them and they all encouraged each other for the dives, especially if someone hesitated or did a bad dive. The coach was stricter, but the kids were nice to each other. Once again I waited for Blake to come out of the dressing room. This time I was alone as Warren's Mom didn't seem to be around. After a reasonable length of time, I wandered into the change room to find Warren and Blake still in the shower. They were filling their mouths with water and spitting it at each other as they tried to duck or run out of the way. There was an older guy in with them who looked about my age and was pretty muscular. Not super huge, but not swimmer build. He was halfway between a swimmer and football player. The type of chest or abs you could thump and they'd make a sound like a melon. His arms were big too. I could imagine being in a headlock with him and he'd snap my neck without effort. He had big low hanging balls and a circumcised cock to match. No steroid use by this stud. I must have stared too long as he grabbed his crotch and pulled his nuts up as if he were casually adjusting them. I snapped out of my daze and looked at Blake.

"Come on dude, time to get dressed," I said still glancing out of the corner of my eye at Mr. Stud. Blake slowly turned off his shower, followed by Warren and both boys picked up their swim suits and towels to head to the locker room. Mr. Stud looked at me and smiled. He turned off his shower and ran his hands down his body to squeegee off the excess water. I would so volunteer for that job in a locker room. Screw towel boy. He threw his towel and suit over his shoulder and walked naked towards the bathroom. I ran over to Blake at the lockers. "I'm just gonna go take a piss. I'll be right back." I almost raced to the bathroom to find Mr. Stud standing at a urinal. I stood next to him which wasn't urinal protocol as I should have stood at the farthest one, leaving a vacant one between us. I pulled my dick out and stood back a hair further than normal. I glanced over to see him holding his cock as he peed. I almost couldn't force myself to go as I watched. He finished and shook and then kept standing there. I saw his head move and looked up at him. He was glancing over at me. I knew it! My gaydar was still in good working order. I looked around and reached over to grab his cock which was inflating as he held it.

"Not here," he said wrapping the towel around himself to head back to the locker room. I wasn't sure what to do now. Normally at a urinal you give each other a handjob and watch as the other one spews into the porcelain target. Now he was at his locker almost next to Blake and Warren. The boys were still sitting naked on the bench with their backpacks beside them and clothes pulled out.

"Where were you guys?" Warren asked. "Were you handing out blow jobs something?"

"None of your business," Mr. Stud said to Warren.

"You two know each other?" I asked slightly shocked and a bit freaked out.

"He's my brother," Warren said sounding less than impressed. "Kane, Justin. Justin is Blake's dad."

"His Dad?" Kane said looking at me. "How old are you?"

"He's my foster son actually. I'm 20." I grinned as I shook his hand feeling a little nervous now that I knew who he was. "I guess that explains why your Mom isn't outside waiting."

"Yeah Kane was doing lifeguard training today so he's taking me home."

The boys dressed and we walked out together and said our goodbyes. I think I might like bringing Blake to his diving lessons from now on.

Tuesday morning started like most, with breakfast and planning the day. So far there had been no further talk of exercising and I wasn't about to bring it up. I'm not stupid. Kyle was home from school as they had a teacher development day, at least that's what he said. The rest of the guys had barely been gone an hour when my phone rang. From the display I knew it was Colleen. Probably checking in to see how things were going and to plan another of her famous pop in visits.

"Good Morning Justin. I'd like to come around this afternoon, if that's convenient," Colleen said. "We need to talk as we have some good news for Blake."

"Uh, sure. I'll be here. Does this talk require Colin as well?"

"It would be a good idea as it affects all of you," she replied. Somehow I didn't like where this was going. The last time she had good news for Blake he was being rented out for the day, and we saw how well that went. I hated the thought of him having to be put through it again. This sucked. I had no idea that being a foster parent was this hard. It makes being gay in the Westboro Baptist Church seem simple in comparison.

I told her I'd call Colin and see if he was free and call her right back. We planned for 1pm. She sure seemed in a rush to meet. I wasn't in such a big hurry. Colin said he was free and would come home. I called Colleen back and confirmed it and then went to sit in the bathroom in case my body decided it needed to throw up again. Time seemed to tick by slowly at first and then before I knew it the front gate was buzzing and she had arrived. If we didn't open it she couldn't get in. That was always an option and just as I was thinking about it, Colin opened the gates. We really gotta work on that mind reading thing. All of us sat in the living room and she was carrying an official looking folder, similar to the one she last time.

"We have found a family for Blake," she said. My heart sank as she said it. I just couldn't keep going through this or I was going to end up in a mental institution. I realized at that point what they meant by money can't buy happiness. No matter how much we had, we couldn't buy Blake. This was probably the worst news I'd ever heard in such a short sentence. I fought back the tears and held Colin's hand for support. I wanted to run and hide as she talked.

"Are they taking him out for the day?" I choked out wondering what it was going to feel like this time.

"No. This time it's a permanent placement. We looked for the best fit for him. Someplace he would grow up and be happy, where he had people around that would love him unconditionally." She handed us a folder. "These are the details and we have approved them for immediate adoption. I have set up a court date with the judge on Friday for the official adoption hearing."

"Friday?" I squeaked, almost unable to talk. "So soon?" I couldn't open the folder. I handed it to Colin as my tears started. I'm too big a fag to hold them back. I sometimes wish I were a tough straight guy with no emotions at all. Days like today would be so much easier. I could already feel that I wanted to throw up.

"We didn't want to delay any longer. We think it's in everyone's best interest to give Blake a permanent home." It's not in my best interest, I thought to myself wondering how I could delay this for five or six years.

Colin opened the folder and looked through it. I couldn't bring myself to look. I could barely bring myself to breathe. He looked up and stared at Colleen. "Are you serious? This is the family?" My heart stopped. Call 911...Nah never mind, without Blake it doesn't matter. I leaned in to Colin and wiped my tears and my nose on his sleeve. If I'm going to die, I can't do it with stains on my own shirt. Colin handed me the folder and I passed it back to Colleen.

"You should take a look, Justin," Colin said. I guess he was trying to finish me off too. Maybe I should go jump in the pool and they can throw the toaster in with me. I couldn't see much as my eyes were so wet. I wiped them with my hand and then dried my fingers on Colin's pants. He was already wet anyway. Just as I opened the folder, we heard a noise behind us. Blake ran down the spiral stairs by the kitchen and raced out the back door and down off the deck into the backyard.

"Shit!" I said as I threw the folder on the table and raced after him. By the time I got to the deck, Blake was halfway down the yard heading for the back fence. "ADAM, page everyone to the backyard immediately."

ADAM sent the announcement throughout all house speakers. I chased Blake as he crashed through the gate and down the cliff towards the beach. The kid was fast. I think I found a sport for him. I raced after him followed by Colin and the social worker. I chased Blake down the hill and onto the beach. He kept running and I had to pick up the pace to gain ground.

"Blake. STOP! I promise that we'll make sure that it's a good home. You'll have a real family again," I yelled panting as I ran. He picked up even more speed, his long hair flying behind him. He was determined to get away and I wondered if I should let him. I must have run 30 kilometres by the time I was able to grab him, okay, maybe 200 metres but my chest felt like it was going to explode. I refrained from doing a flying tackle, but at the speed he was moving I fell forward as I grabbed him and we both crashed to the ground. I was relieved to be stopped, but just as I caught my breath, he got up and took off again. If there was ever a reason to legalize a stun gun, this was it. I picked myself up as Kyle flew passed me. Wow, he was a Caucasian Usain Bolt. Go team Kyle. He raced passed Blake, and for a split second I wondered if he knew why we were all running. Then he turned and literally used himself as a barricade. Blake crashed right into him and they both fell backwards onto the beach. Kyle held onto him hugging tight. Blake was screaming and crying as he tried to get away. I caught up, followed by Colin and Colleen.

"Blake," Colin said "it's okay buddy. We're your new family. You're gonna be our son if you want us as parents."

"WHAT?" I said staring at Colin almost unable to comprehend it myself. I had been half cheering for Blake as he ran away.

"That's what's in the folder. They are going to let us adopt him. That's why we go to court on Friday."

"Blake, this is a big decision and you get to have a say in it," Colleen panted as she came up out of breath and crouched down by him as he sat on Kyle's chest like he was a pillow. "If you don't want Colin and Justin to be your parents, you can still stay here until we find you someone else, but if you do, then you let the judge know and the chances are pretty good she'll agree. Let's go back to the house and get something to drink shall we?"

He stood and Kyle got up and brushed both of them off. Colleen went to take Blake's hand, but he took mine and Colin's instead and walked between us as we headed back up the beach. Where is a car when you need one? Maybe I needed that exercise training after all. Once we got back to the house we sat in the living room as Kyle grabbed us cans of pop or juice. I sat beside Colin, and Blake climbed on my lap as I opened the folder and we both looked at it. The official letter authorizing us for adoption was in it along with all the information.

"Blake, for the next two days I want you to think about what it means to live here with Justin and Colin as your parents. It means that you would grow up with two Dads instead of a Mom and a Dad. No offense guys, but it is a consideration he needs to weigh," she said looking at us. "They also don't have any other children at the moment, so it means that you won't have any brothers or sisters to play with. Those are pretty big decisions and I know it's a big change from what you are used to. On Friday we will go to court and you get to talk to the judge in private and tell her anything you want. If you say yes, then the judge will review the application and decide if it's in your best interest or not. If you say no, then we will not ask the judge to rule and we'll look for another family for you. Do you understand?"

He nodded his head and blinked.

"Would you like to talk to me about it, or do you have any questions?"

He shook his head no and jumped off my lap, took the folder and ran up to his room. When he jumped up, I thought we might be in for another marathon.

"Just let him think it through as this is a huge decision. The judge will talk to him in chambers and if Blake says no, he will not approve you for adoption. Someone Blake's age is always given the opportunity to speak on his own behalf. In the case of a same sex couple adoption, the courts have always listened to the child if he says no. Don't take it as homophobia. It's just that it's still a new process and the welfare of the child is first and foremost. If Blake agrees that he would like you as his parents, the judge will usually accept our recommendations and approve you. I'll leave you with the information and if you decide to change your mind about adoption, please let me know within 24 hours so we can cancel the court appointment." She stood up to leave and Colin and I walked her to the door. Kyle joined us excitedly and hugged each of us.

"Congratulations, Dads!" He beamed. "I'm so happy for you! Who could be better as parents than you guys?"

"Thanks buddy, but we have to wait for Blake's decision, and then the Judge's before it's official," I said trying not to leap and jump around myself.

"Please! Blake will say yes. He loves you guys," he said still hugging us. "If he doesn't want you, I'll tell the judge that I do. Now that I'm 18, I don't need permission for you to adopt me."

"That would be even harder to explain than us having a 12 year old son. Two twenty year olds with an 18 year old son," I chuckled as I commended his enthusiasm and took a moment to calm myself down.

Colin took my hand and squeezed it tight as we walked back to the living room. "Should we go up and see Blake since he has the entire file with him?" We took our drinks, along with the one Blake had left behind, and headed for his bedroom. We found him lying on his bed going through the file, so we sat beside him and looked at it too.

"Colin, look at the address on this," I said in shock as I handed him the main information on Blake. He read it and stared at me in horror, but didn't say anything out loud in front of Blake.

The address listed was the one across the street from our old place. I thought everyone got out safe. I immediately felt terrible. While we were videoing the house burning from our window, Blake's family was dying in it. I immediately wondered if I could have done anything to help. I mean the whole place was engulfed by the time we saw it, but if we'd known maybe we could have run in and done something. I felt positively green. Blake was reading everything, but it was only about him, not about his family or the event. There were also no pictures of his family and I felt so sad for him. There had to be something, somewhere, and I would make it my mission to find it. He needed to be able to remember his family.

Over the next couple days Blake was quieter than normal, which almost didn't seem possible. He stayed in his room a lot more, and each time we went in to see him, the file folder wasn't far away. It was making me really nervous as he was obviously giving the situation a great deal of thought. We hadn't quizzed him on what his decision would be, but we also didn't change how we interacted with him either. He needed to know that we loved him and always would. Thursday night I told him one of my fabulous stories about Jonas Brothers and the Whale, which I also only knew the bare basics of. It had something to do with them being swallowed by a Great White whale and when they sang one of their songs, the whale couldn't stand it and snorted them out into the ocean through his blow hole. I filled in the story with the parts about how the guys managed to survive inside the whale, and all the media attention they received when they got home, which was why they were so famous. But I left out parts about where they got additional protein to keep themselves alive inside the whale. After he fell asleep, probably wishing he had a blow hole to send me out of with a story like that, I snuck a look at his phone to see if he'd contacted Colleen at all, but there were no calls or texts showing. I couldn't sleep Thursday night as I tossed and turned so much that Colin and `Marvin' almost couldn't keep me in one place long enough to get their dicks in me. Colin was just as restless and it was a horrible night for all of us.

Friday morning Blake came down to breakfast dressed in his suit with his hair brushed to perfection. He looked like an angel as he sat at the table with all of us. No-one, except for `Marvin', had gone to work or school as they all wanted to be there for Blake. 'Marvin' apologized but said he couldn't miss the shoot. Everyone wanted to go to with us, but the social worker said it was just a small family court and she recommended that it just be Colin, myself, Blake and her. I wondered if we should be taking Sam with us as legal counsel, but he had assured us over the phone that his presence wouldn't help. He would only need to get involved if things went against us in the form of discrimination. Otherwise it was out of any of our hands.

Blake went back to his room with the guys after breakfast, as Colin and I went and got into our suits. We chose not to dress alike as it might seem silly in court, but we did put on the matching underwear Blake had bought us, as a sign of solidarity. Something told me that he would be wearing his...if he was choosing to stay with us. I couldn't have been more nervous if I was on trial for murder. When we were ready, Blake came downstairs and you could almost hear the death march music as he hit each step heavily one at a time. He was clutching his polar bear and I felt every bit of his emotion as he came towards us. This was a hugely stressful day for an adult; I couldn't even begin to imagine what it would be like for a 12 year old. As he joined us, I put my hand on his shoulder and we went out to the car. He stared at the ground the whole way and climbed into the back seat.

At the courthouse we met the social worker and she told us of the proceedings. I gave her credit for speaking clearly and in a way that Blake could understand easily. In the small court room the judge's bench was lower than a regular court, obviously designed to make her less intimidating to children. We all rose when she entered, and unlike a criminal court there was no prosecution and defence. It was all pretty casual. Colleen explained why we were there and the judge asked if there was anyone that would be opposing the adoption process. Colleen assured her there wasn't. I liked the fact that the judge was female as Blake seemed more comfortable around women when he first met them.

"Good morning young man. Is your name Blake Nicholas Jones?" The judge asked.

Blake looked at her and nodded as he kept his polar bear tight against his chest.

"You honor, Blake doesn't speak in public at the moment. He has spoken to me in private on a few occasions, although not overly so. We believe it is associated with the trauma."

"Very well. Clerk of the court please acknowledge that the young man has confirmed his name as Blake Nicholas Jones by nodding his head. Blake, do you understand you will be given the opportunity today to have input on a possible adoption for yourself?"

Blake nodded and the clerk recorded the acknowledgment. My heart was pounding so loud, I almost couldn't hear the questions.

"In a few minutes, you can come with me into my office, or as we call in it in a courtroom, my chambers. If you talk to me using words, then it will just be you and me, because we will be able to record your response for legal purposes, however, if you would prefer not to talk, then I will ask the court reporter to stay as a witness to your responses. Do you understand this?"

Blake nodded. I was squirming in my seat, I was anxious to get this over with, one way or another. The judge invited Blake to join her and they went into the back room. A few moments later the court reporter returned.

"He has chosen to speak to the judge by himself," she explained as she sat down.

"Is that a good thing?" I asked in general.

"The fact that he's talking to a stranger, yes definitely," Colleen replied.

"Any idea what he intends to say?" I asked hoping she might tell us if she knew.

"I'm sorry he hasn't said anything to me and it would be inappropriate for me to speculate."

We waited an agonizing 20 minutes that seemed to drag on three lifetimes before they returned. The judge had her hand on Blake's shoulder and he was sporting a Canada flag pin on the lapel of his suit. I smiled at that. He came and sat beside me. My hands were so sweaty I had to use some of the tissues on the table to wipe them dry. I held Colin's hand and he was just as nervous. I could feel every beat of his heart, and no doubt he could feel mine. I was pretty sure the centre for earthquake monitoring could feel the thumps from my heart.

"Blake and I have had a nice conversation and he is certainly a well-mannered young man. He briefly explained some of the experiences in his past foster homes and how it differed from the home he is in now. He has a maturity beyond his years and told me how much he misses his family and the interaction with his siblings. It breaks my heart that he has had to go through this as I strongly believe a child needs a loving home with parents that can give him all the unconditional love he needs. I have reviewed the application and taken Blake's words in to account carefully." She took her glasses off and looked directly at us. "I won't keep anyone waiting any longer..."

**Author's note – now in previous chapters this would have been the most amazing place for a cliff hanger, but I promised I wouldn't do that again as readers didn't enjoy having to wait, but come on...you have to admit, this would be the ultimate cliff hanger. This could be better than the one my parents talk about where someone shot J.R. Ewing. Come on, let me end the chapter here...

(Okay, I'll keep my promise...)

"Blake has indicated that he thinks about his Mom, Dad and siblings every day, but since moving in with Colin and Justin, he feels like he has another family who loves him and has asked if he could stay with them."

My heart jumped out of my chest at that revelation and I was pretty sure I was going to cry. Part one was over. At least I knew he liked us enough to want us as parents. "He understands the difference of having two Dads instead of a Mom and a Dad, and said as long as they love him it doesn't matter. The court wholeheartedly agrees with his assessment. I have read the Ministries position on placement and hereby grant Justin Masters and Colin Worthington adoption of the minor child known as Blake Nicholas Jones. Congratulations gentlemen you are now parents. Blake, I hope you have a long and happy life young man, you certainly deserve it." She banged her gavel and we were told to rise as she left the courtroom. I almost couldn't stand I was so overwhelmed with emotion.

Blake stood looking at us as she left and blinked. "Are you my Dad's now?" He said quietly in the sweetest voice I've ever heard in my entire life. I couldn't hold it back any longer and neither could Colin. Tears streamed down both our faces.

"Yes, buddy. We're your Dads and you're our son." We looked at Colleen and she was tearing up as well. Only the most heartless person wouldn't be affected by that. Even the court reporter was wiping her eyes. It was a flash flood! "Thanks for wanting us as your parents."

"I love you," he said in his incredible voice. "Thanks for wanting me as your son. You guys are funny." He wrapped his small arms around both of us and hugged. If he kept this up, our suits were going to need to be wrung out before we headed outside, they were getting so wet.

"We love you too Blake," I said hugging him back.

"What should I call you?"

"Whatever you want," Colin said. "We can never replace your real Mom and Dad, and would never want to, but you can call us by our first names if you want, or even Dad if you're comfortable with it. Try to avoid names that Kyle uses for us though. That might cost money to the swear jar."

Blake giggled and looked up at us. "I'd like to call you Dad when we go out and maybe by your name at home if that's okay."

"That's perfect," I said still hugging him.

"Guys, we just have to go down and sign the official documents and then the lawyer for the estate will meet us to go over the other details. Anyone need to take a break for a few minutes?" Colleen asked.

"I should go clean up. I must look a mess," I smiled.

"Me too, I have to pee like a fire hydrant," Blake said still in a quiet voice. I laughed. I was going to enjoy having him talk, but having him and Cory around talking at the same time might be a whole new challenge.

We chuckled as we saw how red our eyes were in the mirror. Once we were done trying to look our best again, we met up with Colleen and went to sign the adoption papers to make him legally ours. I almost couldn't do that fast enough in case someone changed their minds. Then we drove to her office to meet with the Provincial attorney who went over the details of his estate.

"There is a trust set up for Blake as per the terms of his parents will. The insurance from the house, contents and life insurances from family members totals 1.62 million dollars. This money is held in trust until he is 18 years of age and can be handled by whichever lawyer you assign. A monthly stipend is available to ensure that he has proper food, clothing and essentials. This is set at $1000 a month which will be deposited for you to use at your discretion."

"That won't be necessary. The money will remain in trust until he turns 18 and decides how he'd like to use it himself. We'll ensure it's in a high interest account so that he is well looked after," Colin said quickly as I knew he would.

"That's up to you, but the money is available. The funds you are receiving as foster parents will terminate as of today, so if you require money it should be drawn from the trust. If you choose not to withdraw it each month, the money cannot be drawn retroactive. There is a safety deposit box, which is Blake's to have now. Finally there is a vehicle and some personal possessions that were recovered undamaged or in a salvageable condition. They are being held in storage." He slid a sealed envelope to us. "If you sign here, they will be available for you to pick up this afternoon. All the details are in this package, along with an itemized list of things recovered and the keys to the vehicle and safety deposit."

Colin signed for everything and I was nervous as to what we would find, and I wondered if we should go check it out first before taking Blake with us. At the moment it didn't matter. Blake was ours. I was just happy that he would be okay for the rest of his life, no matter what happened from now on. Part of me found it funny that he was 12 and owned a car and over a million dollars. Of course I kept that to myself as I'm sure he would have rather had his family than any possessions or money. As soon as we were done and everything was official, we called home and told them the news. Everyone was still there waiting for our announcement, showing how loved Blake really was. They cheered and congratulated us. We had the phone on speaker so that Blake could hear. J.P. had also shown up, as had Troy, which was incredible. Colin phoned `Marvin' and left him a voicemail to let him know the outcome as we were sure he'd want to know as well. I called Mom and Dad next and told them. They were as emotional as me, if you can believe it, and said they'd head over to the house right away.

We told them all that we had other news to (referring to Blake talking), but we'd share that when we get home with our son. It felt so good saying it out loud. I was 20 and had a 12 year old son. That's not weird at all. I was 8 when I had him...get over it! I started puberty early and was straight back then. Colleen congratulated us and said that she was still available if we ever needed anything. We thanked her for her confidence in us.

"You've proved yourself, even in such a short time. Plus you seem to have some pretty powerful friends. You're still listed as foster parents, so if you ever want to look at it again, let me know."

Blake certainly didn't need any more big brothers but maybe one day he should have a little brother or sister. I wondered what she'd meant by saying we had some powerful friends. I certainly didn't, but Colin probably did. He seemed to know everyone. We invited Colleen back to the house, but she said that this was our day and that we should enjoy it. We made our way home and Blake was still being quiet in the back seat even though I talked the whole time. Despite that, I had absolutely no words for the emotion I was feeling. Nothing had ever felt like this, ever. Finding J.P. and getting Troy as a brother were strong seconds, but this was so over the top, I now knew how parents felt when their child was born and they handed out cigars. SHIT! We didn't have any cigars. Where do you even buy cigars? As we pulled up at the front doors, we left the car outside, and all held hands as we entered the house.

"SURPRISE!" Everyone yelled as we got inside. The house was filled with balloons and a big banner that said `Welcome Home, Blake!' We had arranged the balloons to be delivered the day before and hid them in the new garages out of sight. There was also a massive box between the living room and great room. The whole house was a festive party. There was food all over the kitchen island; most of it cheese related, from pizza to grilled cheese. My parents had arrived as well, so I hugged them as we got in.

"Hi Blake. I guess we're now officially your grandparents," my Mom said. "We baked some fresh cookies for you."

If the day had gone against us, we would have still had a party, but would have scaled it back considerably to not make Blake feel bad. The plan in that scenario was that we would have taken our time getting home, so they could clear things up. Fortunately, we had the best scenario instead.

"So everyone, we would like to officially introduce you to Blake Nicholas Jones...our son!" As they all clapped and cheered, Blake waved for me to come down and he whispered in my ear, which was noticed by everyone since it was obvious that he was talking. I looked at him to see if he was kidding or not. "Really? Are you sure?" He nodded and took Colin and my hands. "Okay. As per Blake's request, I would like to actually introduce Blake Nicholas Worthington-Masters."

Colin looked at me in surprise and I just shrugged my shoulders and gave him the `we'll talk later' look.

"Well, we should let you open your gift," I said. "Everyone gather around. This should be fun." The box was four feet high and six feet square, wrapped and had a big bow on it. The guys had set it up as soon as we left, as it took a while. Blake smiled and went over to it and started ripping off the paper cautiously. He must have expected something to jump out of it, he was being so careful. He pulled all the paper off and the guys showed him where to open the big box as they give him scissors to cut the heavy tape sealing the side. As soon as it was released, the front fell open and he jumped out of the way as a mountain of candy poured out of it. We had bought him every type imaginable, from tons of chocolate to fuzzy peaches, chips, Twizzlers, Hershey's kisses by the ton, Smarties, and the list went on. There was more candy than you could have bought at a dozen Safeway's. He squealed in joy and began pulling it all out and then realized there was something else in there and candy began to fly out of the box like he was a gopher digging a hole. "NO WAY!" He said to himself from inside the box. "A GO-KART?" We had bought him his own go-kart with all-terrain tires. He disappeared completely into the box so that we all had to come around to see him. The candy was being flung out as he sat in it and grabbed the helmet. Kyle had been taking pictures and this one was priceless. A kid in a suit in a box in a go-kart wearing a helmet surrounded by a ton of candy. Troy and Kyle helped pull the go-kart out of the box so we could see it better and he was sitting there beaming. Now he owned two cars.

"Isn't that just a little too much candy?" Asked my Mom. At least she was consistent and never stopped being Mom.

"Probably, but I'm sure he'll share it," I grinned so that he could hear me. "We should eat the food before the warm stuff gets cold and the cold stuff gets warm. We grabbed plates of food and the drinks that we wanted and sat in the dining area with Blake at the head of the table.

"First, I'd like to say welcome home Blake," Colin said raising his glass.

Blake stood up and looked at all of us. "So I really get to live here forever?" He asked as he looked at everyone. The smiles on everyone's faces at hearing him talk, was indescribable. You could feel the emotion in the room it was so thick. I was smiling and crying at the same time. I half expected a rainbow to form across my face.

"Yes. This is as much your home as it is ours," I replied.

"Colin and Justin are my Dads but what is everyone else to me now?" He asked maturely.

"Jason, Alex, J.P. and Troy are your uncles."

"Should I call them like Uncle Jason and Uncle Troy and stuff?" He asked.

"You can if you want or you can just use their first name."

"Okay," he said thoughtfully. "What is Kyle?"

"Kyle is an alien robot that you can program to do your chores," Jason laughed.

"Technically Kyle isn't officially related like everyone else, but what would you like him to be?" I asked.

"Can he be my brother?" Blake asked which cause a lot of emotion from Kyle. He stood up and went to hug Blake and was trying hard not to cry as well. Fill a room with fags and give them something emotional, you're gonna see tears, I can promise.

"I'd be honored to be your brother. Thank you."

"Are Aaron and Jordan my brothers too then?"

"No, they'd officially just be friends, but it'll seem like we're all brothers, how would that be?" Kyle replied sounding like he didn't want to share his new brother.

"I'll just use their first names too okay?"

"They'll love that."

"Cory is Jason's brother so is he my uncle too?" Blake asked.

"That's a tough one, buddy," Jason answered. "Cory isn't my legal brother like Justin and Colin, so it might sound funny calling him Uncle Cory."

"So can he be my brother like Kyle?" He asked.

"Great idea," Jason smiled and Kyle nodded in agreement smiling. That's basically how we saw everyone anyway, so it was great. I was a father, my brothers were uncles, my parents were grandparents, and Blake was my son. My curly haired blond mopped, green eyed son who was talking. How cool is this day? I wanted to do more to celebrate, but I couldn't stop smiling. I was so emotional that I almost had to pee every five minutes.

We finished having food and Blake went back to his go-kart and candy still dressed in his suit. Troy helped me clean up the lunch. "Can I talk to you?" He asked suddenly when we were almost done.

"Of course," I said stopping to look at him.

"Can we go somewhere private?"

We headed into the media room and closed the door. I sat down and he sat next to me and paused as he looked down. I didn't try to push him and was half expecting to be yelled at, or for him to tell me he was moving away.

"I wanted to say sorry for how I've been acting. It was a little unfair to say what I said." He looked at me and I could see the emotion in him. I didn't know if this was a result of the events of today, or if this was going happen regardless. "I kinda took everything out on you that I was feeling. After what happened, I hated being gay and blamed you. That wasn't fair, sorry." I wanted to say something but I also didn't want him to stop talking, or for me to say something stupid and screw it up. "But there is one thing that I still feel and that is that you guys don't love me as much as everyone else."

"Oh my god! How can you say that," I said in absolute disbelief. "You're so special to all of us. You're my brother and I would die for you. No matter what. I'm so sorry that you feel that way, but it's just not true. You're as important to me as Colin or Jason or anyone in this family."

He gave a half smile. "If that's true, then how come I'm the only one in the family not part of your secret organization?" He stared right at me as he asked. "It's kinda hard to keep a secret like that when we all live together. Plus you all have those tattoos on the bottom of your big toe. If I'm not good enough to be part of it, then it means you don't love me as much, right? So I shouldn't be part of your family. I should just move on with my life."

"No, not right. Not right at all. Troy, I can't even explain why we didn't get you into the organization which is called the Q Society. Have you heard of it before?"

"Yeah, you guys have let stuff slip out around here a lot, plus I hear about it from other gay guys. They apparently do amazing stuff to help people and have wicked parties and events and have killer power with all the members. I guess I just have nothing to offer them, so that's why you didn't want me as part of it."

"Troy, I feel like shit. I really do. Maybe somewhere deep down I didn't want to share you. Everyone else joined a while ago and when you came into our family, I kinda wanted you to have a normal life and not do something you weren't ready for. I didn't want to push you to decide to be gay or straight, and the Q is really only for gay or bisexual guys. I'm sorry. I should have sent your name through to be pledged, but I guess I just wasn't ready to see you grow up." I was thinking as fast as I could as I really didn't have a good excuse for not having Troy tapped. We just got busy and so much was happening that I think I just forgot and probably enjoyed having him around as a normal kid and not a member of the Q.

"So can I become a member? Everyone here is in it already, aren't they?" He asked.

"Yeah they are," I admitted.

"From what I can figure out, you and Colin are pretty high up in the club too aren't you?"

I wanted my brother back and it was time to be honest as I should have been all along. "Troy, I'll tell you but it is a secret organization okay. I need you to promise me that you won't repeat what I tell you."

"I promise. You know you can trust me," he said sitting forward to pay attention.

"Yes, Colin and I are high up in it alright. We own it. The Q was started by Colin's brother about 12 years ago and Colin came on when he was about 17 and now basically runs all of it. I'm the Chief Operating Officer, although I think that's just a title as I really don't do much. If you really want to be in it, I can make sure you get in immediately. You wouldn't even need to go through the pledge process."

"I've kinda heard about the pledging stuff and I think it'd be fun to do it."

"I can arrange it if you want, but you'd have to pretend to not know anything, just like all the other pledges. If you don't get through the whole process, I'll still make sure you become a member if you want."

"Nah, I should either pass or not pass on my own. Isn't that the whole fun of a secret organization and the bonding process?"

"Yep, it is," I admitted.

"At least if I try and fail, I'll know I had a shot like everyone else."

"So have you decided if you're straight, gay or bisexual?" I asked curiously since the last thing he'd told me was that he was straight, yet the last thing I saw him do was fuck Kiel up against a wall.

"I think I'm just going to be sexual. Not hetero, homo, bi, trans, pan, `a', or any other prefix. I'm just going to be me. Would that be okay?"

"Sounds perfect to me. All I hope for you is that you have lots of friends and find someone to love you for you."

"Aww that's such mushy crap, you really have become a Dad haven't you? What happened to the fuck everyone and anyone Justin?"

"He's still at Kyle's 18th birthday party," I laughed. "So are we gonna be okay now? I've never felt so miserable knowing that you hated me. I promise to be a better brother and not throw you away if someone else comes into my life."

"Will you still have sex with me?" He grinned.

"I'm always `up' to having sex with you if you want it," I answered as diplomatically as I could to avoid a flare up of anything.

"I always want it, and I'm sorry I said I hated you. I don't. I love you and Colin and all the guys. Without you I probably would be dead already." He came over and hugged me. I was going to need a few glasses of water if there was much more of this crying today. I was running out of tears. I held him so tight that I think I crushed his ribs, or maybe it was mine that cracked, I wasn't sure. He kissed me and I kissed him back.

"So does this mean you're moving back?" I asked hopefully.

"Not right now. I think Mom and Dad are enjoying having me around. Dad keeps showing me guy stuff like sports, building and power tools. Mom just likes cooking for me, so I'm gonna stay there for a while. Maybe Blake can stay over sometimes too. I'm sure they'd love having their grandson over."

God, I never thought of having to share Blake with them. He's mine...all mine! But I supposed this all made sense. "Yeah, I can see that. Dad never really got the spitting, farting, fishing kinda sons he wanted, so maybe he thinks he still has a chance with you, and now Blake."

"I doubt that. He loves you guys and never stops talking about both of you when you were little kids. It's fun to learn about my big brothers," he grinned.

"Don't believe everything you hear. There's two sides to every story," I warned. We headed back to the group and we had our arms around each other. Kyle was the first to see us and ran over.

"Does this mean the feud is over?" He grinned looking at us carefully.

"Yep, it's over," Troy admitted.

"Thank god. Now this house can focus on me again!" He laughed as he hugged us. Yes, I'd created a monster. Kyle was turning out exactly like me. That's either incredible news for Blake or the worst possible news. Only time would tell how my son would turn out. `Marvin' arrived home next and Blake ran up to him and hugged him.

"Congratulations little dude! I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks `Marvin'", he said using our celebrity's real name. We still keep that to ourselves to avoid embarrassing him.

"Whoa, you're talking?" He beamed looking at Colin.

"Yeah, it started as soon as the judge said he was our son and hasn't stopped since," he smiled proudly.

After school, Sheila and Cory showed up as I had called her to let her know and invited them over. We could have invited all the rest of the people we knew, but this was a family affair. Colin had called his Mom and Dad and said we would go visit them shortly once we had his official passport. He also called his brother Carter and sister-in-law Daphne to let them know they officially had a nephew, and that their daughter had a cousin. I was gonna need to get one of those family trees to keep track of everyone. I'd get the gardener to plant it in the back yard. I just realized that when Blake gets married and has a kid, I'd be a grandfather. Shit, if he got married at 18 and had a kid by 20, I'd be a grandfather at umm, add six, carry the one...fuck me...28! Could you seriously see me at the old folk's home at 28 playing bingo and wrapped in one of those snuggie things? I hadn't thought this out really well. `Hey sonny hand me mah teeth, I gotta get in my powered scooter and go to bingo.' I definitely better go work out and get back to fucking every cute guy I could before I'm a grandfather. No time for monogamous Justin when time was running out. I'd have plenty of time for that after age 28. I got an immediate start.

"Stick around tonight and we'll have make-up sex," I whispered in Troy's ear but loud enough for Kyle to hear. They both chuckled.

"Yep, we're back to normal," Kyle said satisfied.

Blake raced the go kart all around the driveway, across the lawn, down the side of the house, into the backyard to the fence and then back. I could just picture him ending up in the pool. Cory wanted to try, but Sheila said she wasn't sure about it. He complained and moaned and then looked at his Mom and said "and no, I don't want crackers and cheese with my whine. I just want to ride the go kart. I'll be careful and go slow." She gave in as we all figured she would. He put the helmet that Blake gave him and jumped in. Blake explained it all and I think Cory was enjoying having his best friend talking. Cory went slow for about 15 seconds until he got the hang of it and then took off like a bat out of hell. He screamed the go kart past us and Sheila yelled at him to slow down. He looked over and waved as he grinned at us like a race car driver doing a victory lap. He did two laps of the property before screeching to a halt in front of us in the driveway.

"I thought you were going to be careful and go slow?" Sheila said as he got out of the car.

"That was slow. I didn't even have it floored. Chill babe!" Once again we all tried not to laugh at his antics. Troy and Kyle took a turn as Sheila talked to Blake not having responded to Cory.

"It's great to hear you talking Blake. I'm so happy for you that you've got parents like Justin and Colin."

"Me too," he smiled. "What should I call you?" He asked. It seemed to be the first question out of his mouth each time. I guess when you don't talk you don't need labels. Maybe that was what had prevented him from talking. You avoid intimacy if the person doesn't have a name? I dunno I'm not Dr. Phil or Spock.

"Just call her Mom," Cory said. "That's what I call her." When he's not calling her babe, I thought to myself.

"He may not feel comfortable with that Cory. You can call me Sheila or Mrs. Mills, or Mom if you want."

"Yeah, call her Mom. That's easier," Cory encouraged. "We're like brothers anyway, so you might as well." Blake looked at me and blinked. I was glad to see we still had the blinking available.

"Is that okay Dad? Can I call Cory's Mom, Mom if I want to?"

"Sure, if you want to," I said not absolutely thrilled with the idea, but it was just a name. It wasn't like he thought of her as his Mom. If he really needed a Mom, Colin could Mom and I'd be Dad. It's the 21st century! Lots of Moms work while Dad stays home and cooks and cleans and runs errands and checks homework and does the laundry...Shit, I'm the Mom, aren't I?

"Thanks," he said. "I might call you Mom sometimes or Sheila if that's okay," he said thoughtfully.

"That would be great," She smiled.

"Me too," Cory said.

"You get to call me Mom," she laughed at her son.

"No problemo, Sheila," he giggled as he took off running down the driveway followed by Blake.

"I'm not so sure that having them both talking is going to be so easy," I laughed.

"I hear you there. I was trying to figure out a way to get Cory to stop talking, and now this. Oh well, what can you do, babe?" She chuckled. We let the four `brothers' play together outside for a while and went back inside. Mom and Dad talked about Troy and how they enjoyed having him around. He was sleeping in my old room, which made me feel pretty good. I thought for sure he would have stayed in Jason's room, so I guess he hadn't hated me after all.

At one point we could see the boys running around in the back yard chasing the go kart firing water pistols at the driver. We went out to watch them. Cory saw us first and jumped into an attack stance with his super soaker.

"Don't move or I'll pop a cat in your ass!" He yelled as he aimed his gun at us.

"That's graphically kinky," I said under my breath just loud enough for a few of us to hear.

"I think you meant pop a CAP in your ass," Jason yelled to him.

"How come? You mean like a baseball cap?" He yelled back up.

"No it means a bullet," he replied.

"So why don't they say I'm gonna pop a bullet in your ass?" He said looking up at us. "I think it's cat," he said shrugging and running after Blake and the guys.

"That's probably the bigger and kinkier version of gerbilling," Alex laughed.

"I think this conversation has gone rapidly downhill," Colin chuckled as we headed back inside. It had been a long day for everyone and Sheila gathered up a still excitable Cory and they headed home.

"Blake, come say goodbye to grandpa and grandma," I yelled to him which got me a dirty look from my parents.

"I'm so not ready to be a grandpa," he said as they hugged Blake and said their goodbyes. To my disappointment, Troy went home with them but promised to be back in a few days. I sent Blake to get ready for bed and followed him up later. I was at his door as I heard him start to talk and I couldn't help but cry again. This day was going to kill me before it was over.

"Hi God, it's me Blake Worthington-Masters, but you might still know me as Blake Jones. I know I haven't talked to you in a while but I thought you forgot about me. Thanks for giving me my new family. I know my Mom, Dad, John and Jennifer are there with you so I wanted to tell them that I still miss them, but I'm gonna be okay now. Colin and Justin will look after me but I'll see you when I get to heaven okay? Please keep me safe and look after my new family now too, please. I miss all of you and love you. Thanks, God. Amen."

While I still didn't believe in religion and all the bullshit it stood for, in this moment, in this one prayer, I understood how it could help people deal with things. I almost wanted thank God for putting us together with such a special kid and allowing us to have him as part of our life. I paused and wiped the tears out of my eyes before I knocked on his door quietly and entered. He was in bed with his polar bear on the pillow beside him. I went and lay beside him and he cuddled up against me.

"I had a good day, Daddy. Can we go and find out what stuff my family left me tomorrow?"

"Of course we can, son. You should get some sleep it's been a pretty emotional day for all of us." He squirmed down the bed and I lay with him for a bit rubbing his head until he fell asleep. I watched him as he lay there and realized that I was now totally responsible for this little guy. Whether he failed or succeeded was all on Colin and me now. It seemed a daunting task considering I hadn't figured myself out yet, but I still couldn't be happier. I eventually went downstairs and told Colin about Blake's prayer and he hugged me tight feeling the effect of it as much as I had.

End of Chapter. Comments always welcome at outinwest@gmail.com. Blake is talking! More writing of words for me...My next story should be about a gay mime in a blind and deaf school. Wouldn't need as many words. Next chapter soon.