The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

Chapter 128

The rest of us went to bed reasonably early too and part way through the night, Blake crawled in with Colin and me and snuggled up against us. He still squirmed all over the place, but I loved every minute of it. I woke up with his leg over mine and his head on Colin's arm. I ran my hand through his hair and just watched him sleep for a few minutes. It's fascinating watching a kid sleep. I knew that we had made the right decision adopting him. I was woken up a couple hours later by my cell phone going off.

"Good morning Mr. Masters. This is Colleen from the Ministry of Children and Families. I hope I'm not calling too early."

"No, it's fine," I said with a bit of panic in my voice. I immediately thought she was calling to take Blake away from us.

"How is Blake settling in?"

"Great, he just got back from two months at camp," I told her as I slid out of bed and headed into the hallway. "He and Cory had a great time together and made lots of new friends."

"Wonderful to hear. I wanted to call you as I have something to discuss with you. I have another boy who needs a foster home, but I'm not sure where to place him due to his circumstances and I thought that maybe you, Colin and the rest of the guys might be the best fit."

"What's the situation?" I asked.

"We have a 14 year old boy whose father has been sent to jail for 8 years. The boy was forced into some sex acts by his father and we believe that if we put him into a regular group home he could be a target for additional abuse if people find out about his past. The only other place for him is in a juvenile facility, but it seems a little unfair under the circumstance."

"Is this the son of Allen Turner?" I asked just to be sure. I almost said Ben's name, but then she would know I knew more than I was letting on.

"Yes. Did you see it on the news?"

"We caught some of the story. Where is the boy now?"

"He's in a secure group home, but it's not ideal. He needs to be able to live a normal life," she said sounding concerned. To her this was a simple matter, but she only had half the story. I felt sick.

"I need to talk to the family about it as it's a big decision. We're still getting used to having Blake around 24/7. Not sure if we can handle more at this point."

"I understand of course, but you are licensed to have more foster children if you want. I think he'd be safe with all of you as I know you'd look after him considering what he's been through." God I wanted to tell the story, but kept quiet.

"Can you give me 24 hours to talk to everyone?" I asked.

"Of course. Take whatever time you need. Thank you for considering my request," she said. We hung up and I had to sit down on the steps going to our bedroom. I hadn't even bothered to put clothes on yet.

Troy appeared and said good morning. "Are you alright, Justin?" He asked as he sat down and put his hand on my leg.

"Yeah, we just have a decision to make that might be tough. Would you go and wake everyone and have them meet us at the dining room table?" He nodded and ran off. I went back into the bedroom and around to Colin's side of the bed to gently wake him up. I motioned for him to follow me and we left Blake sleeping as we went into the bathroom and closed the door. I told him what Colleen had said.

"You can't seriously be considering it?" Colin said almost in shock. "After what that little shit put Troy and Kiel through. That would be like us kicking Troy in the nuts if we let that kid stay here. How would we know he wouldn't attack Blake? I would kill him if he tried anything."

"What if he was just being coerced by his Dad? Maybe he's a good kid or just a horny kid who got used by a sick father. Isn't this what we're good at? Helping people? The `Q'; the Academy; being foster parents," I said looking closely at Colin.

"Justin, you know I admire that big heart of yours and I'd be there for anything you wanted to do, but I think this would be a massive mistake. Maybe there's another way we could help him without bringing him into our home."

"Let's go talk to everyone and see what they say. Maybe you're right, but there has to be a way to help instead of just letting him be stuck in a group home until he's 18 and then kicked out onto the streets. He'd learn way worse things if he's stuck in the system. We can save him."

"We can't them all, baby. But god, I love you for thinking we can." He hugged me tight and kissed me hard. I thought I might spring a boner and then it would take us way longer to get to our family meeting. We broke apart and headed back into the bedroom quietly and pulled on shorts and a shirt before heading downstairs. Everyone else was there trying to wake up.

"Sorry guys, I just wanted to get everyone together as I got a call from Colleen at Family Services."

"About Blake?" Kyle asked quickly, and with a panicked look on his face.

"No. That's what I thought too, but it was about Ben Turner. She asked if we would take him in as another foster son."

"You're fucking joking right?" Troy said almost venomously. "That little shit belongs in jail with his old man." We talked in length and at one point Troy changed his mind, but for the wrong reason. He figured it would be a good idea to bring the kid over and pass him around like a taco to teach him a lesson. Kyle was of the same mind as Colin that Blake would be vulnerable, and that seemed to be the biggest concern of all. Troy didn't want Ben around at all except for revenge, but he also was the same as everyone else. We didn't want to risk Blake or Cory at the hands of an unknown like Ben. It seemed we had made a decision until Alex suggested something.

"Why not see if Social Services will let you place him in the dorms at the Academy. If he's gay, he'll be with boys his own age. If he's straight, then he'll still be safer than being with kids at a foster home who might attack him."

We all liked that idea and agreed to pitch it to Colleen. We were just about to make the call when a sleepy Blake strolled down the stairs. "Hey, why didn't you guys wake me up? I wanna go too?"

"Go where?" Colin asked.

"Wherever you're planning? You only hang out and talk at the table when you're making plans to go somewhere and I want to go too."

"Alright," Jason said. "We'll schedule for the dentist as well. The rest of us are going on Tuesday."

"I'll pass," Blake said looking disappointed. "Plan something fun next time okay. We gotta get out and do stuff ya know. What's for breakfast?"

"What would you like?" I asked. "Maybe Troy could try his pancakes again," he said smiling. We all laughed and got to work making pancakes and bacon, which we all enjoyed and it didn't end up with anyone hurling all over the place. I called Colleen back later in the day and told her our idea and tried to come up with a reasonable excuse as to why we couldn't take Ben. She liked the idea as long as we were his guardians, but said she'd have to clear it with her boss first. We agreed to wait on her decision.

The doorbell rang and Kyle headed off to get it. Normally we know who is at the door as they have to buzz the gate first and anyone who knows the code usually just walks into the house. Kyle returned with a smile on his face. "Alex, it's for you."

"Who is it?" He asked.

"Find out by going to the door, dipshit," Kyle said with a smile as he sat down at the table to watch toward the door. We all turned curiously. Alex opened the front door and cried out with excitement.

"CODY! Bro! What brings you to town?"

"I came to see my kid brother. Dude, I haven't been around in a couple years and thought I'd surprise you. I'm all done with Uni and figured it was time to catch up." The two of them strolled in with Cody's arm around his little brother's shoulders.

"Guys, you all remember Cody. Cody, the guys and the new addition is Blake, Justin's son."

"Son? Damn you and Colin must have really gone at it hard and fast while I was away. Wait...how long was I gone?" He laughed. "He looks like you a lot, Justin."

"Thanks," I said as we acknowledged Cody. He had grown a lot in the last couple years. He was four years older than us and that now made him 25, the same age as Colin. He had an unshaven face with the three day growth look, and his long brown hair was tucked behind his ears. Other than that he looked exactly like Alex. There was no mistaking that they were brothers, and they both had the same blue eyes. I think I have superpowers now though as I could see right through his clothes to the body underneath, or maybe I was just remembering the first time I had seen Cody naked at our initiation into the `Q'. He had the same cock as Alex and a great six pack.

"Hey bro, do you mind if I grab a shower. It's been a long trip and I came straight here from the airport."

"No problem. How was London?"

"It was brilliant. Loved the people. They loved my accent so I got laid daily. Best place to be if you're a Canadian. Just had to make sure they knew I wasn't American and I was treated incredible."

"Yeah, I've experienced that too," Colin said agreeing with Cody.

"Oh right, you're an American. Sorry man, no offense."

"None taken. Glad to have you back home Cody. Hopefully we can all catch up. How long you back for?"

"Not sure yet. Got the degree in geology, so now I need to find a place to use it."

"Come on dude, I'll let you shower up in my room," Alex said as he took his brother upstairs.

"Is that really Alex's brother?" Blake asked.

"Yep," Jason replied.

"So is he my uncle too?"

"I think so," Jason said as he tried to work it out. I think he's officially your uncle-in-law."

"Cool. So if we go to London, we should remember to take our sunglasses, right?"

"Huh?" I said not following.

"He said it was brilliant over there. Does that mean really bright?"

"Yes, but in this case, I think he meant it was excellent or awesome."

"Oh, okay. So what are we gonna do today?"

"We could have clean the house day. Or mow the lawn day, or take out the trash day," I suggested. Blake giggled.

"That's silly, Dad. We have people for that. I mean we should do something fun."

"Okay, how about we stay home and sleep?"

"Daaaadddd!" He whined. "If you're not gonna think of something, I'm gonna call Cory and we'll plan something."

"Okay, go call him and see what he's up to."

Blake ran off upstairs and Jason said he was going up to check if the guys needed anything. "Yeah right, you just wanna see Cody naked. Wait for me..." I said as I leapt up and walked beside my brother as we headed for his bedroom. Alex and Cody were in the bathroom with the door open and we could hear them talking.

"You all done with that cancer scare, bro?" Cody was saying.

"Yeah. It's in remission and hopefully that's it. Scariest thing I ever want to go through."

"I hear you little buddy. Glad that you can get on with your life. You turning into a man yet?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean chest hair, a deeper voice. Able to fuck for more than 30 seconds. You know...a man."

"Chest hair, no. Like I'd want to be as hairy as you. Gross. Deep voice? It's deep enough. I don't want to sound like Grandpa. And as for fucking...if I remember correctly, you're the only that couldn't last more than 30 seconds, so I'm all man there asshole."

"Take off your shirt and let's see if you've been working out."

We heard the shirt come off and a pause. "Not bad. Could use some work. Hang out with me at the gym while I'm here and we'll get you bulked up."

"Cool. I don't wanna get too big though, just more toned."

"Hubby likes the little woman soft and fuckable huh?" Cody teased.

"Who you calling the little woman? I'm not the wife. We're both versatile."

"You still fucking Justin too? I swear to god I thought you two would be the ones getting married. You and him were never apart. Or did you just marry the wrong twin by mistake?"

"Nah, I got the right twin, except they're triplets now. I guess we forgot to mention that. You've been away so long."

"How'd that happen?" He asked.

"Dude, that's a long story. It happened like 71 chapters of my life ago. Basically they were separated at birth and didn't know about the other until we accidentally bumped into Jean Paul in Montreal. Now he lives here in Vancouver."

"Wild. So are you fucking all three?"

"I'm not gonna tell you that," Alex said quickly.

"Why not? I'm gonna find out anyway. We're all into getting cock so I'm sure there's action around here regularly. You stuffing any pussy or just strictly a man's man?"

"No, girls aren't my thing. I love Jason and we have a great family here."

"Dude, you don't know what you're missing. Don't limit yourself. Being bi is the coolest. You can fuck anyone."

"Except straight guys," Alex corrected.

"What planet are you on? Straight boys love it more than anyone. Drag a chick along and get him started and before you know it he's sucking your dick and taking it up the ass just so he can get pussy."

Jason leaned over to me and whispered. "Sounds like he went to the Justin school of logic." I punched him on the shoulder and smiled.

"I'll stick with guys thanks. I still can't get over how hairy you got. When did that happen?"

"About a year and a half ago. Chest hair came in and I just keep it trimmed. Looks good huh?"

"Actually, on you it doesn't look bad. At least it's just your chest and not all over your stomach or back or anything. Nice to see that you trim the pubes too."

"Nice that you're looking. Maybe I should give you some brotherly love while we're in here. You can come in here and suck me off if you want."

"I'm good thanks. The guys will be wondering where we are if we take too long."

"Please, I doubt they'd even blink. My guess is that everyone is having sex with everyone if I know you guys." He's not wrong there I thought to myself. I smiled and turned to look at Jason as I slipped my hand down the front of his pants.

"Seriously? Now? Damn Justin we gotta get you some reverse Viagra or something," Jason whispered. I ignored him and lifted his shirt up so I could lean over and lick his nipples. He let me do it for a second before pushing me away. I smiled when I felt his cock inflating at my grip. He grabbed my wrist and pulled it out of his pants. I pouted.

"I'll just go do your husband if you stop me," I said softly.

"Go do your own husband," he grinned. I gave him a look and then turned quickly and headed into the bathroom.

"What are you to up to in here?" I announced loudly as I entered. Alex was sitting on the toilet seat shirtless, with Cody still showering. I stared at Cody and he had really gotten a lot bigger than the last time I'd seen him, and a hell of a lot hairier. He had a full matt of hair on his chest and with the stubble on his face he looked more like a gorilla. Well, a trimmed and shaved gorilla. The one thing I did notice is that his six pack was gone and he seemed a little bigger around the waist. I hoped Alex wouldn't get like that as I liked his slim build, smooth chest and fuckable ass. I added that last part to make him seem more sexy.

"So which one are you?" Cody asked me. Justin or Jason?

"Would it matter? You'd still want me."

"Justin it is then..." Cody grinned. "Some things never change."

"That's not true. Look at you all hairy and shit."

"I suppose you're just as hairless as my baby brother."

"Yep. Totally smooth and it's staying that way. First chest hair I get, I'm off to laser hair removal. Even the pubes are gone and ass is as smooth as a glass in a rainstorm."

Jason was right behind me and leaned against the counter as we talked to Cody.

"You guys really don't have any privacy issues do you?" Cody laughed. "Just stroll in and hang out with a guy in the shower."

"No one cares around here," Alex admitted. We swim nude, walk around naked. We're all guys, no big deal." And as if to prove it, Blake walked in to talk to us.

"You guys are hard to find sometimes. Good thing we have ADAM to help. I talked to Cory and we're gonna go fishing today. So you can come if you want. I'll just need some stuff. I'll go over to his place and pick him up in my car and then we can either come back here and go down to the ocean, or if you'd let us borrow the boat we can go out in it and get bigger fish. We think we could catch a whale if we get out deep enough. How come you're so hairy, Alex's brother?"

"Cody, remember?" I told him.

"Right, Cody. How come you're so hairy?"

"Most guys are hairy. Some people just like to shave it off and stay smooth," Cody replied as the bathroom filled up.

"Oh okay. Dad, you should get some hair. It looks cool."

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind if I ever need to be wearing a permanent blanket on my chest," I said almost sarcastically. "So what do you mean, you're going over to pick Cory up. Did Kyle or Troy offer to take you over?"

"No silly, I have my own car and I know how to drive. It's not like it's far. I'd be like 30 minutes tops."

"Missing the one important thing aren't you...like a driver's license."

"Minor detail. You only need a driver's license for I.D. and I have my passport so I'm all good."

"You need a driver's license to drive. That's why it's called a DRIVER's license." I chuckled.

"Okay, fine. I'll take my bike or you can offer to drive me. Can we still take the boat though? There's no such thing as a boat license and you let me drive that all the time."

"Yeah, with an adult present."

"So many rules. I can't wait to be 16 and be an adult."

"18," I corrected.

"No way! You said 16." Blake complained.

"16 for sex, 18 to be an adult."

"I think you're just bullshitting aren't you. You just want me to be a kid forever."

"Yep, you caught me," I grinned as I rubbed his hair.

"So how long are you gonna be in the shower Uncle Cody? Wanna come with to meet my friend Cory. Oh, by the way Dad, we're also gonna pick up Casey. He's coming fishing too. He has his own pole so we don't need to buy him one. Do you have a pole Dad?"

I went to open my mouth to reply and heard chuckling from Alex and Jason. I looked over at them. "Well, do you, Justin?" Jason asked.

"I actually have a very big pole," I said looking at Blake and trying to ignore the others.

"Yeah, but you might have to stop and get him another one. His is getting old and worn out. It gets used a lot more than normal," Jason teased.

"Really? Do you catch lots with it? Can I see it?" Blake said excitedly. The other two guys burst out laughing.

"He's caught tons with it. Justin is currently the president of the catch and release program," Alex smiled.

"What's that?" Blake asked blinking those big eyes at us.

"It's where you catch something, take a picture to prove you had it and then throw it back where it came from," Alex explained correctly as we all imagined something other than fish in this program.

"That's stupid. When me and Cory catch anything we're gonna bring it home and eat it." Everyone looked at me. What? I only eat what I need and throw the rest back. Geez. If they squirm around too much, you just club them on the back of the head to settle them down.

"Sounds like a good plan," Cody said as he stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel. He had a nice size dick on him and if he hadn't been so hairy, I might have added him to the catch and release program.

He dried himself off and headed back the bedroom, with all of us following along like his entourage. "Can I borrow some clothes, bro? Mine all need washing."

"Where are your clothes?" I asked.

"In the car outside. I haven't even gone home yet. Not looking forward to moving back in with the parents until I find a job, but I suppose I could tough it out for a bit. It'll be good to hang out with you for a while though kid. I missed having you around."

"I missed you too, but Jason and I are heading on vacation for a month. We're doing a cross Canada tour."

"Shit that sucks. I'll have to make excuses to get away from home more often."

"So stay here," I offered. "We have tons of room and with these two gone, it's gonna seem empty."

"Are you sure that'll be okay?" He asked looking at us as he threw the towel on the bed.

"No problem," Blake said casually as he climbed onto the bed to watch Cody. "Cory stays over all the time and you're family too, so it'll be cool."

"If it's no bother. That would be way better than hanging out with the `rents."

"No bother around here. I'll just go check with Kyle, Troy and Colin, but they should be fine." Plus Cody didn't seem to have a problem being naked, which was a good thing in my mind. He went with Alex to the closet to get some clothes and I ran down to make sure the others were fine, which of course they were. I told Colin he didn't have to worry about me banging Cody as he wasn't my type.

"Fat or hairy?" Colin asked.

"Hairy," I smiled. "Am I that predictable and shallow?"

"Pretty much," he said as he kissed me. I waited with them until everyone came down. Blake was still talking a million miles an hour to Cody and I wondered if we might ever get the quiet days of Blake back again. He wanted to know everything about him and rapid fired questions.

How long had he known me, what was there to do in London, would he get hairy too, what type of car did he have, what sort of things did he and Alex do when they were his age, etc. etc. etc. Cody just patiently answered him while trying to have a conversation with Alex. Troy moved over closer to Cody so he could be part of the conversation too. As we talked, the front door opened and Landon strolled in and in a loud voice called out to Troy.

"Babe, grab your shit and let's roll. I was thinking you could buy me lunch later and then I'll show my appreciation." He stopped when he got to the living room and saw all of us. Colin was the first to respond.

"Hey Landon how about you go back to the front door and ring the bell like a normal visitor? I don't appreciate people just wandering in here."

"Since when?" Landon said looking at Colin as if he were new.

"Since this is my house and I'd appreciate some consideration."

"Sounds like someone didn't get laid last night. Come on Troy let's get out of here. I'm hungry and unlike captain hiney hairs over there, some of us are going to get laid today." Troy got up and ran after him quickly, but was stopped quickly. "Dude, wallet. We're going to lunch remember," Landon said quickly. Troy turned and ran up the front stairs to his room. "I'll wait in the driveway for you. If that's okay, your majesty," he said looking at Colin.

Colin ignored him as he went out the front door. "I really don't like that guy. Makes me feel like I need a shower every time he's been here."

"Or that we should be checking inventory," I said bluntly.

"Who is he?" Cody asked.

"Troy's new boyfriend. Total tool and is so wrong for him, but Troy seems to like him so we're being standoffish for now, and just watching carefully," Colin replied.

"Yeah, I don't like him at all," Kyle said. "He asked me and Jordan if he could borrow some money to buy something nice for Troy. We gave him a hundred bucks and he asked for more, but we told him we didn't have it. Turns out he didn't get Troy anything with it and used it for beer and pot."

"So we should ask him for the money back, since he lied," Colin said.

"Have you seen the size of him? I'm not asking him for anything."

"Damn, you really are a bunch of girls huh? Want me to take care of him. I'm not scared of someone that size," Cody offered.

"No, just leave it alone, but no-one gives him money from now on," Colin replied.

Alex, Jason and Cody made plans to hang out together, while Kyle headed off to be with his boyfriends who apparently had spent the night together at Jordan's. Blake, Colin and me took Cory and Casey fishing out on the boat. The boys alternated turns driving the boat and the fishing seemed the least interesting part of the day for them. We saw a whale in the distance and went after it, but surprisingly didn't catch it, despite my enormously oversized pole...and regular size fishing rod.

We did stop by Bare Island and I was shocked to see how much work had been done. When Colin sets his mind on something it just happens. The new house was completely finished with a solar panel roof. There was new sand on the beaches, the new dock for the boat and when we got to the swimming hole with its new sand, there were also rope swings and a zipline over the area, but basically it remained pretty natural. The house was incredible. It was a big open concept with a loft. The whole thing looked rugged, but as Colin explained it was a pretty high tech house. The windows were blacked out so you couldn't see in, but could easily see out, and were a durable polymer or some such thing that were basically unbreakable. The doors were also reinforced so that no one could break in. ADAM had been installed by satellite access or something to monitor everything, and all the beds could fold away to leave the main part of the house wide open. The boys asked if they could go swimming, which of course was expected and the house had been stocked with towels and essentials. The boat also had towels and showers, so we were set. It turned into Lord of the Flies as the boys ran around naked and used the swing and zipline to drop into the water. Colin and I decided to stay dressed as we didn't know Casey yet and wouldn't want his parents to get the wrong idea. Once the boys had had enough we let them drive the boat back to town and we grabbed something to eat before taking Casey home. Next we dropped Cory off and Blake turned the cute factor up to 20 as he begged to stay over. I couldn't say no and before we could change our minds the boys ran off giggling like teenage girls. We thanked Sheila for putting up with him again and she just smiled.

"Please, he's as welcome here as you are. It's like I have a second son," she said.

"I know what you mean," I laughed. Colin and I had a night to ourselves, so we went for a few drinks at a nice pub and then over to the Slam'r for the water fight party.

"I think Jake's crazy on this one, but what the hell it should be fun. We let the valet take the car and headed inside. The whole place had been transformed. All the bars had had their sales terminals removed and anything that could be damaged by water had been covered or removed. The LED screens were apparently okay as they were behind plexiglass anyway. We received a water gun, and several bar stations had been set up with a place to fill them. The whole idea was simple. Just soak anyone and everyone. There were already people on the VIP floor spraying those on the main floor. Some were down to their t-shirts and underwear and a coat check had been set up for pants and anything they didn't want to get wet. We just left our stuff in the office and headed back out in underwear and a shirt. I saw Forrest front and center wearing tiny white briefs that would barely cover a girl, never mind a boy with a full package. He had been thoroughly soaked and you could clearly make out the outline of his cock off to the left. If I knew Forrest, he probably did that to himself.

"Hey guys!" he waved before spraying us in the chest. "This is gonna be a fun night. I've already got about four dates lined up."

"Forrest, I'm not sure they're dates if you're just bent over the back of a chair with your underwear around your ankles being fucked," I chuckled.

"Whatever!" He said snapping his fingers and giving me his best fag voice. "You have dates how you want and I'll have dates how I want. When are you throwing another epic party at your place? Call me and I'll help you plan it. We can have a white party and all you're allowed to wear is assless white shorts."

"Wouldn't that just end up as a fuck party?" Colin grinned.

"So, like all your parties then. But we could put black lights in the entire house and it would make it so much cooler. Or perhaps we could have a shaving party. That's where people haven't shaved in a few days, or weeks and we all get together and shave a partner before playing with them. We do before and after pictures of the whole group. Maybe a `Where's Wilma' party. That's always hot."

What's a `where's Wilma' party?" I asked never having heard of one before.

"Everyone dresses in their best drag and wears a name tag, and somewhere at the party is a real girl. Your job is to find her, but you can't touch or grope. The idea is to fool as many people as possible. After a couple of hours of partying, you submit your guess in a ballot box as to the real girl. If a guy gets picked as the real girl over everyone else, he gets whatever prize is set up for the night. It could be a large amount of cash, from everyone paying an entrance fee, or it could be something expensive. It could also be that the guy gets to pick someone to spend the night with. If the real girl wins, she gets the money or the prize or perhaps picks a gay guy to have sex with her in front of everyone. Lots of straight girls like getting it on with a gay guy."

"I think you just made that up," Colin said. "That sounds like one of Justin's type of parties."

"Hardly," I complained. "This party has two hours of no touching or groping. Do you seriously think I'd plan THAT? What do you think I am...a nun?"

"Monk," Colin corrected.

"A Monk," I repeated. As we talked a guy came up behind me and sprayed me square on the ass scaring me a little as the water was cold. I could feel it running down my crack. I turned and the guy was smiling at me.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist. You looked so dry and adorable."

"Awww, aren't you sweet," I said as I aimed my water pistol covertly at his crotch and sprayed him. He laughed and jumped back.

"I'm Anthony," he said.

"Justin," I replied.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He offered. I looked at him and smiled. He looked Italian with black hair and a smooth face. I would be up for a drink with him. I'd be up without a drink, but that goes without saying, so I won't say it. I smiled at Colin and Forrest and headed off with Anthony.

"How does he do that?" I head Forrest yell to Colin. I couldn't hear the reply.

I ordered a Toblerone martini and let Anthony pay for it. He had the money stuffed in his socks. I suppose the bartenders were getting used to wet soggy money tonight. I followed him to a quieter corner of the club and sat on a stool close to him.

"You're really cute," he said smiling. "Do you live around here?"

"Thanks. Yeah I'm not far from here at all."

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked not wasting anytime.

"I'm married actually," I admitted.

"Oh sorry, I didn't know. To a guy or girl?"

"Guy. The guy I was with when you sprayed me."

"Which one? The tall dark haired guy in the skimpy underwear or the blonde?"

"The blonde."

"Nice. Lucky you."

"Thanks."

"So I probably shouldn't have hit on you like that then. Sorry."

"Don't apologize, we have an open relationship."

"That's pretty hot. So do you guys fool around with guys together or separately?"

"Together, separately, groups, whatever goes and whatever we're in the mood for."

"That's the kind of relationship I want," he smiled.

"Where are you from?" I asked.

"Paris," he replied.

"You don't sound French. Although you do look Italian," I said taking a sip of my cocktail.

"Actually Paris, Texas. I'm just up here on vacation."

"Are you travelling alone?"

"Why are you a serial killer?"

"No don't be silly. I'm a serial rapist," I grinned.

"Can't rape the willing," Anthony replied.

"What's the fun in that? I get them liquored up, hosed down, stripped and spread eagle so I can fuck them senseless."

"Well, I bought the drinks, so I'm liquored up and definitely hosed down. We're halfway there," he smiled.

"I think it's safe to say we're all the way there. Come with me," I grinned as I polished off my drink and got off the bar stool. Anthony followed my lead. I took him down to the Cell'r and found an empty area where we could have some privacy...at least to start. I turned to face him. "First things first. Since you're an American and especially since you're from Texas, I have to check you for a concealed weapon. I put my hand on his chest and felt his pecs. They were rock hard and he flexed as I squeezed him. I ran my hand down his sides and then up his back. "I think we have to remove it. I can't be sure that you don't have something taped to your body that I missed."

I pulled his shirt over his head and then began to feel him up again. "You think there is something hidden under my skin?" he laughed.

"I dunno, I heard you conceal all sorts of weapons in Texas."

"Well, the other saying is that everything is bigger in Texas," he grinned.

"I'm counting on it," I replied trying not to show emotion while keeping my dick under control. I dropped to my knees and felt his ass over top of his underwear then went down his bare legs. I patted over his money and whatever else he had in his socks before coming up and taking hold of his package. "I knew it. You're trying to smuggle in an assault rifle," I said smiling.

"Busted," he grinned as I lowered the front of his shorts and pulled them down to reveal a semi hard cut cock. It was growing rapidly and had the same olive skin to it that the rest of him had.

"Damn, they really do make things bigger in Texas," I smiled. He was probably going to be 8 inches when it stopped growing. A decent size for my pleasure.

"So are you convinced that I'm not carrying a weapon?" he smiled looking down at me.

"Are you kidding? Have you looked between your legs? I think that's what President Bush was looking for in Iraq. A weapon of ass destruction. He's a Texan too isn't he?"

"We'll never admit that, and no amount of torture can ever make us say it," he laughed. "I think it's only fair that I check you for a weapon now."

"We're Canadian," I giggled "We're not allowed to carry concealed weapons."

"Then what's this he said as he took a firm hold of my hard cock. That thing could do more damage than what I'm packing. He yanked my shorts down and dropped to his knees. His search was much more thorough than mine as he swallowed my cock down his throat and managed to open my piss slit and put his tongue in it. His hands played with my ass and he coated his finger with saliva before pushing it into my eager hole. After a few minutes of that, he stood up and opened a small tube of lube that must have been in his sock. He coated his cock and turned me around. I didn't have to be told to assume to position. I just automatically put my hands against the wall and pushed my ass out. He fingered some lube in and then pushed his cock right past my sphincter and deep into my ass. One hand came to my shoulder and the other was on my hip. He began to search my ass thoroughly with his cock. I don't think he found anything but after several minutes of being fucked hard and deep, I was now smuggling international seeds in my ass. That's a crime for sure if I cross the border. He pulled out and dropped to his knees and pulled my ass cheeks apart. He buried his face in my hole and shoved his tongue in. Fucking Indian giver. He was trying to take back the load he'd given me. I pushed out a little and let the cum run out of my hole, which he eagerly lapped up. I like a guy who cleans up after himself. Once he was done, he stood up and told me to get on my knees. I thought it was my turn to do some cock sucking now, but he took hold of my hair with one hand and jerked himself off with the other. He kept wiping his cock all over my face and then without warning, he sprayed my face with another load. Damn this guy must not have emptied his nuts in a week. Once he was done, he wiped his dripping cock on my cheeks and pulled me to my feet. He licked my entire face clean and then wiped any cum he could find off my chest and put his fingers in his mouth. He dropped back to his knees and sucked my cock hard until I came. He jammed a couple fingers into my hole near the end to throw me over the edge. Once I had given him everything I had, he stood up and grabbed my head again and pressed his lips to mine and forced his tongue in. He shared my load with me for several minutes. I was so fucking horny I almost came a second time.

"Fuck that was amazing. I hope all Canadian boys are like you. I might never leave," he beamed. "Thanks."

"Thank you," I smiled back at him with my ass still throbbing from the quick fuck.

"If you're around later, I wouldn't mind a second round. Bring your boyfriend. Maybe we can double fuck you."

"I doubt I can handle that, but it'd be hot to watch you fuck him."

"Y'all are some fun dudes," he said showing off his true Texan drawl. I pulled up my underwear, grabbed my shirt and water pistol and headed to the bathroom where guys were busy refilling their guns. I used a stall and wiped my ass and then at the sink made sure I didn't have cum all over my face. As I looked in the mirror, a completely naked Tyler came up behind me.

"Hey, howz it goin'?" He asked.

"Great Tyler. How about you? I see you're still hanging around the basement looking for fags."

"Best fucks in town. Never had so many people fighting over my dick at once. Makes me feel special. Cheaper than taking out a chick only to have her freak out when she sees my cock. Hell guys down here would pay ME to ride this puppy."

"Truer words have never been spoken," I smiled. "A 12 inch dick in a gay club is like crack to these guys. If they've had it, they want it again. If they haven't, they want to try so they have the bragging rights. If they think you're too big, they take the pain to prove they're tough enough. It's a win, win, win."

"You don't have to tell me. When I need to bust a nut, I can come down here, strip, fuck and be back home in 15 minutes. If I am extra horny, I'll just go around and fuck anyone who is interested. Speaking of which, you and I haven't been together in a while. Feel like taking a ride for old time sake."

My ass was already yelling yes so loud that my brain had turned off the noise, so guess which body part won? I nodded without saying a word as my mouth had suddenly gone dry. Tyler took me over to an open sling and pushed me gently into it on my back. He put my feet in the straps and fastened them. Then he put my hands in the other straps and secured me completely. I was now at his mercy. Kind of exciting being dominated by a straight boy. He went over to the lube dispenser on the wall and squirted a few pumps into his hand. He fingered a lot into my hole and then coated his cock. He wiped his hand dry on my chest and then grabbed my thigh as he aimed his monster dick at my hole. He wasn't even fully hard, but that didn't seem to make a difference. He popped the large head past my sphincter and entered slowly. Once he was buried deep enough, he began to fuck and on each thrust I could feel him getting bigger and bigger. I felt like I was being impaled by several dicks at once or a massive tree. I guess Anthony would be able to double fuck me later after all. Tyler just kept working away at me and I continued to relax and breathe, at least until some guy came up beside me and pushed his cock down my throat. I was a little helpless to stop him. Tyler had improved at fucking from what I remembered. He would pull almost all the way out and then go all the way back in to his balls. I felt every mile of his dick inside me and after a long time of him going back and forth, my dick erupted on its own spewing a small amount of cum onto my stomach. A thousand pigeons flew down to lick the cum off my stomach eagerly. Well, not real pigeons, just `pigeon like' gay guys. The guy in my mouth came and left. Don't you hate that when they cum and go without so much as saying hello. How rude!

"You want my load inside Justin?" Tyler smiled.

"Fire away buddy. Give me some of that straight boy DNA."

He hammered me hard and rapidly and I watched as sweat dripped off his forehead. He cried out and let his jizz fill my ass. I was pretty sure I felt it hit up inside my brain it came out with such force. He pulled out and I looked up at his big cock as it came into sight. Damn that thing was big.

"Thanks Justin. You're still an awesome fuck."

"You too. At least for a straight boy," I smiled. Tyler came around and kissed me full on the lips and slid his tongue inside me for a couple seconds.

"That's something special for you, and I'll deny it if you say I kiss guys," he grinned.

"I didn't see a thing," I said with a warm tingly feeling washing over me. It might have been the three sets of hands playing with my body rather than anything else. Another cock entered me as I lay there coming down from my high, but I barely felt it. I looked up to see a small Asian boy going at me like a crazy person. I'll bet his dick wasn't as big as Blake's, but I wasn't rude enough to say anything. I just lay there and let him fuck away. He pulled out about a minute later and fired his load all over my cock, stomach and chest. Then he thanked me in broken English with almost a bow and left. Three more guys had a go in me, before I was released. I'm not complaining but I was missing the water fight upstairs. I got cleaned up, jumped back into my shorts and shirt, and after filling my water pistol, raced back up to the chaos that had taken over the main club. Buckets of water were now being thrown from the second floor and people couldn't have been any wetter if this had been a pool party. The whole floor was soaked to the point where it was leaking through your shoes as you walked. Many of the guys were now shirtless or naked and anything and everything was being used to throw water. If you didn't look wet enough, you got drenched. I barely made it 3 metres before I was attacked by half a dozen guys wielding buckets, water pistols and cups. I was now see-through. Anyone wearing white was almost translucent. It was a total turn on. In fact I think it was sexier than everyone just being naked. I found Colin with Cole and his boyfriend Arden. They were down to just their underwear and completely soaked. As they saw me approach they hosed me down again.

"Dude, this is a fucking insane riot. We should have this every month," I laughed as I sprayed all of them.

"At least we won't need to get the carpets cleaned," Colin laughed. We danced a little on the main floor, but were attacked so many times that you had to pay more attention to that than the music. Guys would come up and yank your underwear down so they could spray you in the nude, and by the time you got the wet shorts back in place, several more guys had attacked from other places. No wonder everyone had begun to just stay naked. The main dance floor was turning into a bit of an orgy of its own. Guys were fucking right there in front of everyone, which of course made them a massive target for a water attack. It looked like they were fucking under a waterfall. The whole night was a blast and it wasn't until we went to leave that we realized the other problem. We hadn't brought a change of clothes. Thank god it was warm out. Guys were leaving the club in saggy wet underwear carrying everything else. Some had changed into their dry pants, but hadn't brought a towel to dry off, so those got wet almost as quickly. Colin and I just headed out in our underwear as the car was brought around. We got home, left the car outside and went in to have a warm shower together. Just what we needed...more water. We climbed into bed and made love for a couple hours. As he fucked me he commented on how used my ass felt. What a bitch. I got even by fucking his mouth and then drilling his nice tight ass and then telling him how he'd missed out on Tyler's cock tonight.

"What am I going to do with you, baby?" He laughed. "You're such a slut. I should put you on a fuck allowance."

"What's that?" I asked grinning.

"You only get so many fucks in a week and once you use them up, you have to wait until next week."

"Sounds kinda harsh. Would you be included in my allowance, or is it just for random strangers?"

"Total fucks in a week, me included. You'd have to decide who you wanted to give it up for."

"How would you know if I went over or not?" I said resting my head on his chest and looking up at him. I took a page out of Blake's book and batted my green eyes at him.

"We'd have to hire a fuck monitor," he replied as he looked at me with a smirk.

"And what in the hell is that?"

"He'd be with you 24/7 to keep count and then put you into a chastity cage."

"Am I allowed to fuck the fuck monitor?" I grinned. "What if I bribed him with extra fucks just for him."

"I'd pay him so much, that he wouldn't dare cheat the system," Colin replied as he ran his fingers through my hair.

"What if I doubled his salary and didn't tell you? Then I could still have lots of fucking."

"How about if I never put out again for you if you fuck more than three times," he laughed.

"Three times a day? Are you trying to make me go crazy? I'll die or explode or something."

"A week baby. Three times a week," Colin snorted.

"Oh, that's cruel. I know there's a law against spousal abuse. I'll call Sam and get that cleared up right away."

"Okay, what if I promise to be super good and have sex with you every night and pretend like you're the only guy I've been with."

"Every night? Now who's going for spousal abuse," Colin laughed as he pulled me up and I wiggled along his body until we were lip to lip. We kissed until we fell asleep. I had a strange dream of being in a dungeon and only being allowed out three times a week for an hour. Not sure what that was all about...

The next morning Jason and Alex were at breakfast with Cody. Today was the day they were leaving on their trip. The first leg of the trip was going to be a cruise through the Northwest passage. It was a special charter thing where they started in Vancouver, went up the coast between Alaska and Russia, around into the passage and past Inuvik in the Northwest Territories. Then it was on to the Victoria Islands in Nunavut and then around the Baffin Island before dropping down past Newfoundland and into Halifax Nova Scotia. From there they'd take a train to Montreal, Ottawa, across the prairies, through Alberta and the Rockies and back home to Vancouver. I so wanted to go on that trip. Maybe I could chloroform Jason and take his place. Who would know? The whole trip was like 20,000km. That was like going halfway around the world and the only time they'd leave Canada was to go past Alaska. We took them to the cruise ship terminal to see them off. As they sailed off, I realized that I wouldn't see them for a whole month. First Blake, now Jason and Alex. It is me? Do I smell bad or something? Speaking of Blake we had to go get him from Cory's. We dropped Cody downtown as he said he needed stuff and would find his own way back. Blake and Cory were outside playing with Cory's skateboard when we pulled up.

"Hi Dads!" Blake yelled. "Watch this!" He rode the skateboard down the driveway and onto the street. Then he skated back to the curb and jumped it successfully back onto the sidewalk. We congratulated him. "I finally got the hang of it, but look how many tries it took me." He pulled up his pant legs to show a lot of cuts and scratches as well as on his arms. "I fell a lot, but like you said Dad, no pain, no gain."

I had said that, but I don't think I meant it like that, but he didn't seem worse for wear. He was all boy and liked doing things to get dirty or messy, so why not scratched and bruised as well. Cory showed us that he could go down the driveway and back up it, but he hadn't got the hang of the jump yet, but he tried. "Go thank Cory's Mom for letting you stay and let's get going buddy," Colin told him. The boys ran inside and yelled at Sheila as they entered. She appeared at the door to say hi to us.

"I'm sorry about not returning Blake in the same condition you left him, but the boys insisted on learning how to do skateboard tricks," she smiled.

"Seems like it worked. They're both a lot better," I said making sure to compliment them both. Blake and Cory gave each other a quick hug and said goodbye. Blake jumped in the car and belted himself in.

"Dad, we have to get me some clothes for school. I think I need a bunch of stuff including shoes, pants, shirts, a backback, an iPad, and some..." he lowered his voice and almost whispered "underwear".

"Don't you have a closet full of clothes, son?" Colin asked.

"Yeah, but I already wore those. You always have to have new clothes to start school. I think we should go shopping." I was up for that, so we headed to the mall. I won't bore you with all the details and the multitude of shops we went to but suffice it to say that Blake would be able to wear new clothes to school every day for a few months without duplicating an outfit. Plus we had to get him shoes to match. His favorite was the most simple. He had a leather jacket. Black baggy cargo type jeans and an Abercrombie & Fitch white V-neck t-shirt with high top DC Shoe runners in black and white. Of course we'd bought him about 10 pairs of DC runners in several colors but he had already picked out a favorite. He would be the hottest guy in the school for sure. He'd be running for president of the student council by the end of the first week. We almost ran out of room in the car for all the stuff. He picked out a couple of different backpacks to match what mood he might be in, but they were all brand names like Dakine. We told him that he didn't need an iPad for his homework as he had the laptop, but we did buy him Bluetooth headphones that he thought were `super cool' to use with his phone. He got some bling as well. We tried to get him some belts to hold his pants up, but apparently Justin Bieber and Cody Simpson wore their pants down so that their underwear showed, which of course meant we had to have some amazing underwear instead of belts. The more designer and gangster, the better. He was one hot little dude. If I'd been gay at 12, I'd have drooled over this kid. Back at home we made several trips to his room to dump everything and it took ages to cut off price tags and unpack it all. Blake then began to go through his closet to sort out all the things that either didn't fit him anymore, or things he was done with. Many of them had hardly been worn.

"We should take these over to the foster home or something Dad. I know kids over there don't get much. Do you think that would be okay if we did that?"

"I think that would be a great idea, Blake. Are you sure you're okay with going back there?"

"Yeah, as long as you guys are with me. Plus all my clothes are for younger guys not the older ones. They're just bullies and we don't like bullies do we?"

"No, we sure don't bud," I said. "But keep in mind sometimes the best way to help a bully is to find out why they are bullying and maybe help them."

"My other Dad said the best way to stop a bully is to stand up to him. So if I kick `em in the nuts that should do it, right?"

"Fighting is never an option Blake. You're smart. Use your brain to win over a bully."

"So like head butt them, you mean?"

I laughed. "No, not head butt them. Try to figure out why they're picking on you or others and try to solve it. Maybe make friends with them somehow. Find something you have in common."

"Sounds way harder than just kicking them in the nuts," he said shrugging his shoulders. I left it alone for now. We'd cross that bridge if it came up. We piled the used clothes on the bed and hung up his new stuff and swapped out shoes as well. We drove them over to the group home he used to be in and had deliberately used the Maserati to have a bit of a flashy entrance. Plus it's a four seat car that would fit us and all his stuff. We pulled up to the front door of his old group home and rang the bell. An older lady came to the door and beamed when she saw Blake.

"Hi Blake. It's wonderful to see you again," she said looking down at him and giving him a big welcome.

"I'm Mrs. Dalton. You must be his new foster parents. How's he doing?" She said asking us directly.

"We're actually his fathers. We adopted him, and he's doing very well. You should tell Mrs. Dalton why we're here Blake," I encouraged.

"He's talking?" She said surprised.

"Some days he never shuts up," I laughed as I rubbed his head.

"Not cool Dad. Way not cool," he complained as he looked up at me and gave me the roll of the eyes that said I was embarrassing him. I think it's my job to do that. "Mrs. Dalton, we wanted to know if you could use any of my old clothes and some toys. I got new stuff for school and thought the kids here would like my other stuff that I grew out of. Most of it is really new."

"I think that's a fantastic idea Blake, and it's so wonderful to hear you talking. You have such a beautiful voice." He blushed at the compliment and waited as she called some of the kids down. A few of them remembered Blake and were excited to see him, but we noticed him tense up as older boys came around to see what was going on. They looked like a rough bunch and I could see why Blake would feel intimated.

"Hey guys it's the mute kid. How's it going squirt. Learned to talk yet?" One of the boys asked who looked abut 16. I was about to interfere, when Blake spoke up.

"I can talk just fine thank you. I just had nothing to say to you when I was here. I only have conversations with intellectual equals, so using words with you would have been a colossal waste of time." I don't even think the kid was smart enough to know he'd just been given a massive burn. Part of me wondered how long Blake had been practicing that. I tried not to laugh out loud, but I did notice that Blake moved slightly back behind Colin and me without being obvious. The teen looked at him and then at us.

"So who are these guys?" Tkid asked.

"My Dads," Blake said proudly. "We just dropped by to give some of my old stuff to the younger kids for when they go back to school."

"Like what?"

We decided to show them as we opened the car door and let the children haul the bags into the house. They excitedly pawed through everything and picked out some of the stuff they liked. At one point, one of the older boys grabbed a shirt out of the hands of one of the 10 year olds. "That's some sick stuff dude. Why would you get rid of it?"

"I got all new stuff for school," Blake said with a grin.

"So are you guys gay or something?" The oldest kid said looking at Colin and me.

"Would it matter to you at all?" I asked.

"Nah, it's just weird thinking of guys doing it with each other. As long as you aren't doing it with me, I couldn't care less. Old Blake here will probably like being with a bunch of homos anyway." As he said it Blake moved back further behind us and I could see his anxiety level was building. It was time for us to get going, but I thought I'd try something first.

"We only have stuff for kids Blake's age or younger, but if the rest of you would like something, maybe we could take a quick trip to the mall and pick out some things for school? If that's alright with you, Mrs. Dalton?"

"It's fine, but you don't have to do that. The province gives us money for clothes," she replied.

"Yeah, shitty clothes," another of the older boys said.

The oldest boy looked at me carefully. "I ain't sucking your dick just to get clothes if that's what you're thinking," he said.

"John, mind your manners, and watch your mouth around the younger children." There were about 8 kids in the house that we could see. 3 were older and the other 5 were between 9 and 12.

"The mall is only about four blocks if everyone wants to walk over there with us," I offered. The younger kids were much more animated and excited than the older boys who acted more suspicious, but you could see that they were interested. Mrs. Dalton said they would all go and that the kids were told to behave while we were out. As we walked, Blake surrounded himself with the younger kids who were excited to talk to him, and he kept one eye out for the older boys and seemed very nervous each time one got too close to him. I made sure to stick extremely close, while Colin talked to Mrs. Dalton and explained how Blake was doing and what he'd been up to. She seemed like Mrs. Doubtfire in a way, and if it hadn't been for the older boys, I think Blake might have been okay in that house. We took our herd of kids into the mall and stopped each time one of the kids saw something they liked. We were in all the good stores like Hollister and Tommy Hillfiger, and filled up on essentials at places like Old Navy and The Gap. Shoes were popular, underwear not so much with the younger guys, but more so with the older ones. Colin didn't question what we were doing as he trusted me. Slowly the attitude of the older boys changed as they realized that we were giving them things without conditions or rules. By the time we finished, all the kids had several bags full of clothes and were talking excitedly. I saw one of the older boys go up to Blake and I saw him tense up. I pushed my way toward him in case he needed my help.

"You're not so bad now that you can talk, Blake. Sorry we gave you such a hard time. No hard feelings okay?"

"I guess," Blake said looking at me for guidance. It looked like he was doing fine without my help. The mouthy kid still hadn't said anything and seemed to be the real bully of the group. Each time someone picked something out that he didn't like, he voiced his opinion which caused the smaller kid to look unhappy and put back his selection.

"Why don't we let them choose what they like and you and I can go pick out stuff you like," I suggested to him.

"Don't try anything. I'm big enough to kick the shit out of you," he warned.

"Nothing to worry about dude. We're in a public mall. What do think would happen?"

"I dunno. I know all about fags though. I know that nobody gives you stuff for free."

"That's true a lot of the time, but all you have to do is say no to something you don't want to do. As you said, you're big enough to stand up for yourself. You're also big enough to stand up for the younger kids too when they need your help. So maybe you have to do that as payment for people doing nice things for you. Kind of a pay it forward thing. If you grow out of clothes or are finished with something, hand it down to one of the others."

"Whatever dude. Don't try to be my buddy to trick me into sex with you. I know how fags try to recruit boys."

"That's an interesting take on things, but I can assure you, I don't want sex with you. Just let me know what stuff you want and we'll go get it."

"If you really wanted to do something for me, I could use a new phone. My old one broke and the foster home won't help me replace it."

"Is that what you need a cell phone. Is it okay with Mrs. Dalton?"

"Check with her if you want. I'm allowed to have one, as long as I pay for it myself. I can afford the plan I have because I have a part time job. I just can't afford a new phone."

"Wait here." I went to check with Mrs. Dalton and she confirmed what he'd said so I went back to him and said to follow me. "What type of plan do you have?"

"Just a basic one. I only had a regular phone, not a smart phone or anything," he said sounding almost civil.

"If you could have any type of phone what would you want?" I asked.

Probably the iPhone or Blackberry so I could listen to music. The iPhone is best as we have iTunes on the computer at the house, but I couldn't afford that, so anything that I could talk and text on."

I smiled to myself. "Who is your service provider?"

"Rogers," he replied. "It's just like 400 minutes and 250 texts a month, but it's enough for what I use it for."

We headed to the Rogers counter and waited patiently for the sales lady to finish up with someone. "Can we see the iPhone 5 and the Blackberry Z10 please?" She looked at us suspiciously before pulling one of each out. I let John take a look at them both. He was impressed and seemed to favor the iPhone over the Blackberry. He handed them both back and then looked at cheaper phones like a small Samsung.

"So was it the iPhone or Blackberry you like?" I asked.

"iPhone is the coolest. I'll get that one day," he said as he leaned on the counter checking out all the other phones.

"We'll take the iPhone then," I told the lady. I also picked out a three year plan which gave him unlimited talk, text, and 3 GB of data. It was only $80 a month, which seemed like a good deal for all that. I handed her my black Amex and told her to charge the full plan for the three years and add the phone and some accessories. I also added a $100 iTunes card to the bill. She took his information and he looked at me as if I were kidding. I signed everything and once the phone was activated, I handed all of it to him.

"You're paid up for three years. If you go over on your data plan, you're on your own, other than that it's all paid for. Hopefully in three years, you'll have a job and can pay for whatever plan you want next."

"Uh, thanks. Why are you doing this when I was such a dick to you and Blake?"

"Blake had a tough time in the foster home. You seem like you're handling it better than he did. I wanted to say thanks for looking out for the younger kids and helping them adjust. They probably look up to you as their big brother and someone who can protect them from harm. I believe good things happen to good people. I'm sure life in a foster home isn't as good as a regular home, so why not let someone make it better for you."

"Whatever. I appreciate the phone though. That is kinda cool of you. If you want to suck my dick sometime, I might be able to do that but no other fag shit."

"Thanks, but the phone is yours with no strings attached, except to look after the other kids when they need you. Let's go back and get you some clothes for school."

By the time we got back to their foster home, the kids were beyond excited and thanked us non-stop for what we did. Even John shook my hand even as he portrayed that rough exterior. I had no idea if he would change or not, but it was worth the attempt. We got back home and went swimming for a while before watching a movie and sending Blake to bed. Since camp, he was much more independent, so we gave him space before going up to say goodnight and turning out the light.

Colleen called back the next day and said they had agreed to try Ben at the Academy as long as we took full responsibility for him as guardians. We said we'd stop by and see her tomorrow and meet Ben. We chose to do it away from the house so it wouldn't affect Troy or Blake. We could have Ben watched closely at the Academy and if he adjusted, we could introduce him to our house at a later date when we knew for sure Blake would be safe.

There were only a few days before schools started, not only for Blake, but for me. I had gotten all my school clothes and essentials, just like the kids. I had new underwear, a new backpack and a full bottle of lube. I also picked up a different laptop that I could type fast on. It was able to record video and sound so I could tape any of the lectures in case I got bored or distracted. Not that I get easily distracted...oh look a rainbow...where was I?

I was pleasantly surprised the next morning as Kyle climbed into bed and curled up against me. I wrapped my arms around him and we fell asleep for a couple more hours. When we woke up, he turned to look at me.

"I just realized that we're going to be in school together again," he smiled. Kyle had decided to take courses on aviation which included things like math and geography and meteorology and was going to UBC with me.

"It should be fun," I agreed. "At least I'll know someone there. We can probably meet up for lunches and stuff."

"Yeah, I'll have you all to myself," he grinned.

"Well, me and the other 56,000 students," I laughed as we kissed before I rolled Kyle onto his stomach and fucked him gently until I'd taken care of my erection. Colin turned on his side to look at us.

"That's one for this week," he grinned. I leaned over and gave him a nice kiss as my cock remained in Kyle's ass.

"We're not rationing me for sex. That's just cruel."

Kyle just laughed as we all lay together in bed until Blake bounced in and jumped in with us. He wiggled between Colin and me and looked at both of us rapidly. "We should all sleep in here all the time." He smiled "This is fun." He looked under the covers and then over at Kyle.

"How come Kyle doesn't have to wear underwear when he comes into your bed. I thought that was the rule."

"It is for anyone under 16," I grinned.

"So this is just a rule for me then?"

"Pretty much," I said rubbing his head.

"Nuh uh! Not fair," he said as he squirmed under the covers and his hands shot above the covers holding his underwear. "I'm sleeping naked like the adults, or you all have to put underwear on."

Kyle chuckled and I didn't say anything. He lay on his back and talked. "So what should I wear for my first day of school on Monday? Think we can go to school in the Lamborghini? When will I be able to drive myself to school? Are we gonna stop and pick Cory up every morning or does he have to have his Mom take him? What are you gonna wear to school Dad? Do I take my lunch with me, or do I buy it there, or come home or what?"

"Blake, sweetie. Shut up!" I giggled as I tickled him. He shrieked and started thrashing around. We finally managed to pin him to the bed and get him silenced.

"Oh, one last thing. Guess who else is in my school?"

"I dunno, who?" I said.

"Guess," he repeated.

"Two vampires, a wolfman and three zombies?"

"What? No...Casey. He's in my grade. Cory is still friends with Ricky and Bobby, so at least I have someone that I can hang out with at school. When does Scouts start again? I want to earn some more badges."

"Blake..."I said looking at him with a smile.

"I know, I know... shut up!" He giggled.

We had one final weekend before things changed and we got into a different routine so we wanted to enjoy them.

End of Chapter. Lots more ahead as Justin and Kyle head off to University. Will the campus ever be the same? Comments and suggestions welcome at outinwest@gmail.com A small donation helps keep Nifty free for authors and readers alike. Please help where you can. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html