The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

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Chapter 183

"Hi Justin. It's me, Layne."

"Figured that from the call display," I replied.

"Ummm, do you think I could come over and see Jimmy? Maybe after school. See how he's doing and stuff?"

"Give him another couple of days to get settled down. How about the weekend? Spend Saturday over here?"

"Sure. I could do that. My parents are leaving for another trip on Friday, so that works out."

"Would your parents be okay with you being here?"

"Are you kidding? They hate you guys. They said I'm never allowed to go anywhere near you ever, or you might try to kidnap me, like you did Jimmy."

"Kidnap? Seriously? Is that how you feel?" I asked concerned.

"No way. My parents are bat shit crazy. They are yelling at each other all the time now and telling me that if I ever see homosexuals to run to the nearest police officer and report them. Good thing I like men in uniform as I'll be there 24/7. They said they're gonna fight you to get Jimmy back before you brainwash him into your cult."

"Our cult? Someone should tell them that you can't make someone gay. They either are or they're not."

"Good luck with that. My parents said all homosexuals are just sick people who need treating before they hurt someone, and they have a lawyer who is trying to get Jimmy back."

"Good luck with THAT. Especially if they use their rhetoric to accomplish it. Do you think it's smart to come over then if your parents would be that upset?"

"Dude. Think about how upset they'd be if they knew I was gay, and what kind of stuff I get to do at my Uncle Steve's place. Their heads would explode. Anyway, I'm 16. I know how to deal with them."

"Okay, but be careful. If they have a lawyer, I'm sure he's trying to find things out to use against us, and having you show up here might add fuel to the fire."

"Don't worry. I'll wear a disguise and make sure I'm not being tailed."

"Someone's been watching too many cop shows," I laughed. "Okay let's plan for Saturday then. I'll check with Blake to make sure he's okay with you being here, and I'll text you back. I leave the message in code that will self destruct after you read it."

"You can do that?"

"Sure. Read it and hit delete afterward," I joked. We hung up and I went to find Blake. This would be his call.

"Blake. I just got a call from Layne."

"Yeah? Why? Is he horny and not gettin' enough from Darcy, and he's scraping the bottom of the desperation barrel?"

"He was looking for premium quality action and thought of me first," I replied. "No, actually he wanted to come over and visit J.J. after school but I told him to give it a few more days so J.J. could settle in. I suggested he could come over on Saturday, but that I'd have to check with you first to make sure it was okay."

"Why me?"

"You're J.J.'s brother and I don't want it to be awkward between the three of you."

"It wouldn't be Dad. I understand that John thinks of Layne like his real brother since he doesn't remember me yet. I think it'd be okay if he came over. It might help John realize that things are still okay."

"That's pretty mature of you. You keep impressing me, you know that?"

"Sure Dad. I know. I'm a great kid."

"And modest," I laughed. "Okay, I'll text Layne and let him know."

I grabbed my phone and was simply going to say it was fine to come over, but I followed through with my promise instead. `in 96h. ok for the eagle to land'

`huh?' came the reply with a confused emoji.

`u may bring whipped cream 2 the pudding'

`are u high?'

`goldilocks can visit the three bears'

`am I goldilocks' he texted back.

`dude u suck at code. The crackers r looking fwd to cheese'

`that sounds racist'

`the rabbit hole is open to accept new members'

to your cult?' he asked with a giggling emoji and a tongue after it. I can come over on Saturday?'

`YES! Wasn't that clear?' I texted back with a thumbs up and a crazy face emoji.

`no. next time just say ok for sat.'

`ok for sat'

`yeah. got it. see u then.'

"That took longer than it should have," I said looking at Blake who had been watching me. He took my phone to read the texts.

"I agree with him. Are you high?" He laughed.

We heard J.J. before we saw him as he thumped down the back stairs like a cannonball. "You could get dizzy on those stairs," he said when he finally walked over to us and handed me his towel to dry his hair. I remember those days with Blake.

"Would you like breakfast?"

"Sure. I'm starving."

"What would you like?" I asked.

"Ummm...dunno. I'm suppose to have moose-licks and brown toast with jam and orange juice on a regular school day."

"I think he means muesli, Dad. But screw that Jack, have some Cap'n Crunch and bacon. Can we make bacon, Colin?"

"Bacon it is," he smiled.

"I'm not allowed to have junky cereal. It has too much sugar in it," J.J. replied as he climbed onto the stool to sit and wait.

"The more sugar the better! That's how we get through the boredom of school," Blake grinned as he went to get the cereals out of the cupboard. He pulled out all the varieties we had, and I think J.J.'s face lit up like a lighthouse. "We don't got no muesli, but if you really want some we could buy it."

"No. I like these," he grinned as he thumbed through everything from Coco Puffs to Fruity Pebbles, Frosted Flakes and Peanut Butter Cheerios.

"If you can't decide, just mix `em in the bowl. That's what I do," Blake suggested. J.J. poured a little of each into his bowl and filled it with milk. I think he just found his new favorite breakfast. I made bacon and got complaints from Blake that I wasn't making enough. J.J. stopped eating with a spoon in his mouth when he heard a noise coming from the stairs leading to the pool area. I smiled when I saw Trevor and Travis appear and race over towards us. Jason followed behind them, looking a bit worn out. It must have been a rough start to the morning.

"They wanted to say hi to Blake's new brother," Jason explained from a distance.

"J.J. These are my cousins," Travis and Trevor. They're both 5. Guys, this is my little brother J.J."

"Hi! How come you got a new brother, Bwake?" Trevor asked as he scrambled to climb up the stool to sit next to J.J. "Where'd you get him?"

"Walmart," Blake answered without a second's thought. "But he wasn't on a two for one sale like when James got you guys."

"He's kidding boys. Aren't you Blake?" Jason said, rolling his eyes and shaking his head as he helped Trevor onto the other stool.

"Sure. He's always been my brother. He was just living somewhere else for a little while," Blake explained.

J.J. began looking around at everyone, while Travis and Trevor seemed more interested in the cereal in front of them. Jason got them bowls and a bit of the Frosted Flakes. I guess when you're five, you don't get to mix and match, like when you're 10 or 14. They apparently didn't need milk either as they ate them dry right out of the bowls with fingers.

"Hi J.J. I'm your Uncle Jason. I live next door with Travis and Trevor. They have a big brother James who's 9, and my husband who will be your Uncle Alex."

"Don't worry if you can't remember all the names, J.J. The twins just call me Uncle Daddy, because I look like Jason."

"Wow, you really do look the same. You guys are twins too, huh?" J.J. asked looking at Jason and me.

"Actually triplets," Blake replied. "There's three of them. As if one wasn't enough of a problem," he joked.

Jason went and put him into a small head lock and gave him a noogie.

"Hey. Not cool Uncle Jay. It took me a half hour to do my hair."

"And it still turned out like that, huh?" he teased.

"Better not try and go camping anytime soon," Blake warned.

"Why?" Jason asked.

"Cause you don't have a sleeping bag anymore," he said as he whacked him in the nuts. Jason bent over slightly as the twins giggled.

"Oh, you think that's funny, do you?" Jason laughed as he went over and tickled the boy's sides. They shrieked and squealed, almost falling off the chair. J.J. just smiled. "Well, we know you're just getting settled but we wanted to come over and say hi. I have to get them off to school."

"Isn't that Malcolm's job?" Colin asked looking at him.

"Normally, but he's with James this morning. The school is having a field trip and he volunteered to go along as a chaperone."

"Nice. Malcolm is the boy's manny. He looks after them," I explained.

J.J. had been relatively quiet while the guys were over, but as soon as they left he spoke up. "They live next door?"

"Yeah. Our houses connect through the tunnel downstairs. They come over all the time. You'll get used to everyone soon enough." Blake said casually, eating bacon as fast as we could make it. We're gonna be pooping bacon for a week at this rate. Bacon scented poop? It'll never catch on.

"Oh Dad, I was thinking that we should give J.J. an allowance each week like I get. I could give him some of mine so that he has money when he needs it."

"I'd agree with that, but no need to use your money. We'll give him a weekly allowance. How much is normal for a ten-year-old?"

"I was thinking like 50 bucks a week. I get $200, so $50 seems fair. Then he can get a raise on each birthday to cover his additional expenses. It's called a cost-of-living increase," he explained to J.J.

I was going to ask how much he got at his other house, but I had to keep his focus off that living situation as much as I could. Last thing we need is a meltdown before I've had my morning coffee, and 50 bucks seemed okay to me. "Great. Then we'll start that right now. After breakfast I'll give you this week's allowance."

"I'll help you keep your money safe," Blake offered. "I'll show you my safe spot out in the maze. I'll get you a lock box for it out there."

"You keep your money in the maze?" I asked surprised.

"Sure. It's what you're supposed to do. It's called a hedge fund," he said completely stone faced, so I had no idea if he was kidding or not.

"And I suppose that makes you the hedge fund manager?" Colin asked with a cheesy grin.

"You know it. By saving it in my lock box, I already have $12,000 saved up."

"Wait. You have $12,000 in a lock box in the hedge?"

"Doesn't it get wet?" J.J. asked as if THAT were the biggest issue with it.

"Nah. The box is waterproof. But even if it did, the money is plastic so who cares."

"Blake, how about you let Colin show you how to invest that? You do know that out of all of us, he'll know what to do with it the most, right?"

"Oh sure. But I already have all that other money in investing stuff. My hedge fund is just some walkin' around cash. You never know when a tiger is gonna go on sale."

"That's true. You just never know that," I nodded.

"Oh, can J.J. get an emergency credit card too? What happens if he's out of town one day and needs to charter a plane home? 50 bucks allowance isn't really gonna be enough to deal with that. Plus he'd need food and maybe a hotel. Those things cost."

"I don't think he needs one, do you, Colin?"

"No. I can't see any situation where J.J. would be out of town on his own, or where he'd need a plane to get back from...again...on his own."

"Well if I were with him, I'd use my card. But I'm talking about the times when he's off doing shit by himself. Okay, what if his bike blows a tire? He'd need to call for a tow truck to get the bike to a shop to get the tire repaired. That's more than 50 bucks right there. Total emergency and he'd not be able to get help. We'd find his corpse at the side of the road slumped over his busted bike."

"Wow! Drama queen much. First, J.J., that is never going to happen. You phone us and someone will be there in a flash to get you," I explained.

"And what if there's no cell signal?" Blake reasoned.

"Then how would he call a tow truck, that required the use of a credit card? Didn't think that one through did you. I think for now, J.J. will be fine with his allowance. Plus we'll make sure he has the same access to the car service that you do, which won't cost him anything."

"Oh, I already arranged for him to get that. The number is in his phone," Blake said nodding. "That shit has saved my life dozens of times."

"It has?" J.J. said wide-eyed as he listened to us.

"Sure. Like this one time, I was like starving, but not near a restaurant or anything, so I called the service and they took me to a drive-thru so I could get something on the way home. Coulda died."

"I doubt that," I said shaking my head. "You could have just come home and eaten here."

"Like we have burgers and fries just ready to go," he replied, as if I were stupid. "Then there was this time where I called for a stretch limo to pick me up at school. My girlfriend thought I was being super romantic, especially when I offered to drive her home in it. Without that, my whole reputation could have been killed off. Saved my life then too."

Oh brother. Now I've heard everything. I didn't realize how spoiled Blake had become. From now on, I'm only taking him to school in the Maserati. No more fancy cars for him to show off with. He'll have to learn to get by on just his allowance. Let's see how spoiled he'll be with only $200 a week to live off.

"Alright, finish up and grab your stuff for school. Blake, we'll drop you off first and then take J.J. to his school. Colin and I want to speak to the principal to make sure she knows what's happening."

"I should be there too, Dad. J.J. is my little brother and they should know who I am in case I need to pick him up. Plus his friends should see that I'm there to protect him."

"That's not a bad idea. The school probably should know who you are. They asked us to bring in pictures of everyone authorized to pick J.J. up, which I think is a smart, all things considered."

"Are you giving them pictures of all of us?"

"No. Just Colin, you and me. No need to overwhelm them at this point."

"Yeah. I guess your picture covers J.P. and Jason too, huh? That's one advantage of being identical," Blake said to J.J. "Oh, if you're ever not sure of which one is which, don't be scared to ask. They don't get insulted if you can't tell them apart."

"That is true. We're pretty used to it. But if you're ever confused. I'm the best looking one," I smiled as the boys cleared their dishes away.

"Again...they're identical. No differences, except for J.P.'s currently black hair. Oh, and in intelligence. You'll figure that one out pretty fast. Ask them to count to 21. The one who takes off his pants is Justin. Which car are we taking?"

"The BMW," I replied. I think I just got insulted, but I don't get it.

"Good choice. I'd have said the batmobile, but it only seats two. Is it okay if I pull the car out of the garage?"

"Sure. You know where the keys are," Colin told him.

"You get to drive?" J.J. asked in shock, showing a little admiration.

"Only on the property. I can practice here or at the race track, but not on public streets or nothing because I don't have a license yet. We'll go to the track one day soon, and maybe you can drive. You gotta take an ability test first though. They'd get kinda pissed if you crashed and bust up a car."

"Or got hurt yourself," I added to show that they are more important than the cars. Please don't tell Colin I said that. He may have already had some financial guy calculate the worth of both, and I wouldn't want to know the result.

I let the boys grab their things and head outside, as I rounded up what I needed for the day. By the time Colin and I got outside, the BMW was parked right in front of the doors with both boys in the front seats. I opened the driver's door and told the boys to jump in back.

We parked at the school and headed for the principal's office. I could already see J.J.'s popularity by how many people ran up to greet him as he arrived. It appeared as if they all just assumed that he was off sick. Blake, Colin and I got some interesting looks from the other kids, but none seemed brave enough to ask who we were, at least until we ran into a boy J.J. identified as Karl.

"Jimmy! Where you been? Sick or something?" Karl asked as he bounced up to us.

"Hey Karl. No, I was just doing personal stuff."

"Who are these guys?"

"This is Blake and his Dads, Justin & Colin," he said formally. I admit I was a bit surprised that he didn't tell him more about us, but I guess that's just how he sees us at the moment.

"Why are you with Jimmy?" Karl challenged, looking at Blake. I'm guessing he felt Blake was easier to confront than me. I'm pretty intimidating.

Blake looked at me and then at J.J.

"We're just here to see the principal," I said trying to extricate ourselves from this mini-interrogation.

"Why? What did Jimmy do? I'll be your alibi, dude. I was with you the whole time," he said glaring at us. "Don't say anything and ask for a lawyer."

There's a kid that should play more video games and watch less TV. Obviously a future gangster or lawyer in the making. Mostly the same thing anyway.

"No, I'm not in trouble. I'll explain later. I promise."

He seemed to accept that, but I could almost feel his eyes burning into our heads as we left. I don't think I've ever been so happy to get into a principal's office before.

We introduced ourselves to the principal. "Jimmy, it's good to have you back," she said. "I'm sure your friends will be happy to see you."

"They are. I already saw lots," he replied to her.

"Jimmy, Colleen from social services spoke to us about your situation, and we wanted to let you know that it's up to you what you tell your friends. The teachers are all aware of your change of living arrangement, but they'll not share it without your permission. We have been asked to ensure that when you leave school at the end of the day that only you go home with your new family and not your previous one. That would include your foster brother Layne and your uncle. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss Perfman. I gotta go home with Jason or Colin until my parents are done with their time out from me. Can I go to class now?"

"Yes. Have a good day Jimmy."

"Oh, Miss Perfman. I'm called J.J. now. It stands for Jaxson, Jayce Jaxson."

"Very nice. I like it."

We waited until J.J. left and she turned her attention to us. "Would you prefer Blake wait outside," she inquired.

"No. Blake is J.J.'s biological brother, so anything that happens involves him too," Colin replied.

"Would Blake be picking J.J. up from school at all?"

"Possibly. He's not likely to pick him up by himself in the short term, but he'll be authorized if he does want to at some point. He'd have his driver bring him over, so would you need those names as well?"

"No, that wouldn't be necessary as long as an authorized person was with him."

"I brought the list and pictures you requested. I think for now we'll keep the circle small. It's basically just myself, Colin or Blake." I handed over the envelope with all our information in it.

"Thank you. Would you like Jimmy's name officially changed on the school register? Is Jaxson going to be his surname?"

"No. He's decided that his first name is Jayce and middle name Jaxson. The surname hasn't been decided yet. As for the official name. He's legally John Tyler Jones, but I think for now, just let him stay registered as he is. One step at a time to allow him to adjust. This is about the only place that hasn't changed in his life."

"We can do that. I'll leave the registration as Jimmy Campbell, but we've been given his legal name by the Ministry that we'll add to his records. How are you dealing with having your brother back with you, Blake?"

"It's great. I missed him, but he's home again. I just hope he gets his memories back so he can remember me."

"We all hope that, Blake. Do either of you have any questions for me?"

"No. We don't expect trouble from the Campbells but we just wanted to make sure the school is clear that they are to have no contact with him."

"We have the court order, so we will do our utmost to ensure that while he's on school property he's looked after. Is there a time frame for any permanent change?"

"Oh, the change is permanent already. J.J. is my brother and I'm keeping him. I let him down once, but never again," Blake blurted out emphatically.

"J.J. living with us should be permanent, but as for when we'll adopt him, that timeline isn't up to us, but we'll be sure to let you know when it happens," Colin added.

"I have a copy of his report card that I thought you might like to see so you know how he's progressing. Any dramatic change may be a sign of how he's adapting," she said handing it over. Blake was quick off the line and took it from her.

He stared at it for a few seconds and smiled. "Yeah. He's my brother," he said happily as he handed it over to us. "Straight A's, just like I'd expect. Is he in any advanced placement classes?"

The principal looked amused, but responded directly to him.

"Not in elementary school, but if he keeps it up, then secondary school will see to him being placed in appropriate advanced classes."

"Now you have two smart kids, Dad."

"More like one smart kid, one smart-ass," I replied.

"Rude. Don't worry," Blake said looking at the principal. "I can help J.J. with his homework whenever he needs it."

"I'm sure he'll appreciate it. Thank you for coming in this morning. We'll keep in touch and be sure to advise you if we see any dramatic change in behaviour."

"Thank you. Call us if we need to be here at all," I said to her.

We left the school and headed for Blake's school next. "Pick me up first after school so I can go with you to get J.J.," Blake said as we drove.

"Your school lets out later than J.J.'s, so I'll go pick him up and then we'll both come to get you."

"I should be there, Dad. That way everyone knows who I am and they won't mess with J.J."

"It didn't look like anyone was messing with him. Seemed like he was as popular at his school as you are at yours."

"Well, he is my brother!" Blake beamed.

We dropped Blake off, and I drove Colin downtown. I offered to pick him up later, but he said he'd just use the service to get home. The next stop was me dropping myself off at University, where I told myself to have a nice day as I got out of the car. Nate was already in class with his laptop open typing away furiously. I think he does that to be a bit of an overachiever, but that's not a problem considering he's going to be my business partner. It's a good arrangement in my mind. We build a practice together, which I'm sure he'll be better at than me, as he's way more focused. He plans on getting his PhD in psychology, whereas I don't. I'll supply the office space and he can bring in the clients. Seems fair.

"Did I miss something? What are you writing?" I asked as I sat down next to him and dragged my laptop out as well.

"Had a breakthrough on our thesis. Just getting some ideas down. Dude we could revolutionize therapy if we use LED ultraviolet C lighting in our sessions. It kills many germs and bacteria giving our clients a healthier feel about themselves. We also use a mild vanilla scenting in the air as a calming influence."

"Vanilla?"

"Sure. Who doesn't like vanilla?"

"By that logic we should use bacon or popcorn scent. I've not looked into that, but it sounds good. Personally, I'm in favour of leeches and the rack. If that doesn't cure stupid, I don't know what will. In my heart I still think fucking the stupid out them is the way to go, but I'll need more testing before I can give a final decision."

He just looked at me and shook his head before continuing what he was doing. Classes were the usual mix of boring and interesting, but I was paying close attention, as the finish line was in sight. I was able to concentrate easier now than at the beginning of term. Mainly because I'd already scoped out all the hot boys, and gotten most of them out of my system. All except Harris Coulson. I don't consider myself the type of guy that believes anyone is out of my league, with this one exception. Sure, I sometimes get nervous before I approach a boy and grab his package to say hello, but I usually do introduce myself at some point. With Harris, I felt like a stalker. I feel like a fan girl every time he walked by or was in my line of sight. If he'd said hello, I'm sure I'd get tongue tied and just babble like a mental patient, while I drooled all over myself. I dunno why I found him so interesting. I've been with hotter guys, and while I had no idea what he looked like under his tight-fitting designer clothes, I was sure he wouldn't have a larger penis than some guys I'd done. Maybe it was the cute freckles on his nose, or the way his hair was cut, making his face that much more interesting. Maybe the shape of his lips that created the most alluring smile I've ever seen, or the way he walked with such confidence. And don't even get me started on the shape of his perfect ass in those tight pants he wore. Chubbyville every time I see him. There was definitely something about him that was driving my insecurity and nerves. Even Nate noticed it.

"Dude," Nate whispered as he nudged me in the side during the class we had with Harris. "If you're into him that much, go ask him home for a fuck. Worst he can say is no thanks."

"I'm not that kinda guy," I whispered back.

"Well that's bullshit! You're the text book definition of that guy. I'm straight and you've done me. Trust me, you're THAT guy times ten. What's so special about Harris?"

"I absolutely have no idea. There's just something about him. I can't stop staring whenever he's around."

"I've noticed. I understand he does some modelling so maybe that's why you think he's so hot. Like a fantasy come to life? If he catches you looking at him like that, you're going to get a restraining order. Have you even talked to him?"

"God, no. What would I say?"

Nate turned to stare at me. "Who are you? Are you Jason or J.P.? Am I being punked by a brother swap right now?"

"No. I just have no idea how to approach him. I know it's weird right, as I talk to everyone."

"Dude, seriously? You pick guys up at the urinals while you're peeing. What's so special about this guy?"

"How do I know? Maybe because he's learning to be a therapist he's throwing off some electrical pulse that doesn't allow me to communicate with him. Do you know him at all?"

"Probably as well as you do."

We finished the class were packing up when Nate suddenly stood up into the aisle and bumped into someone. I wasn't paying much attention until I heard him apologize. "Sorry Harris. My bad."

"It's all good. No damage. Nate, right?"

"Right. Have you met my future business partner? Justin Masters, Harris Coulton?"

"Coulson," Harris corrected as I looked up at him. "Nice to meet you. You guys are going into business together?"

"Mmmhmmm," I nodded as I fumbled to stuff my laptop in my backpack.

"Aren't you the guy with the fancy cars?"

"I guess," I said wondering if I'd been drugged, as my lips weren't working.

"Cool. Well nice to meet you. Catch you later, Nate."

As soon as he left, Nate spun around to glare at me. "What the hell was that? I give you the perfect setup to meet him and you turn into an 8-year-old girl meeting Justin Bieber."

"I told you. I have no idea. I could talk to literally everyone and not have a problem. I could tell this guy I wanted to have sex with him and not have an issue with it," I said a little louder than normal as I pointed a guy walking by.

"Thanks," the guy grinned. "You'd have to buy me dinner first though, and I don't kiss on the first date."

"Like I'd want to kiss," I joked. "As long as you're into anal, we're fine. What time is dinner?"

"I'll let you know," he grinned as he resumed his exit from class.

"See! THAT! You do that with everyone, and you barely even have to think about it," Nate said as he stared at me.

"I know. I don't get it either. Good thing we're therapists so we can figure it out. Oh, I can't study with you tonight. Still getting J.J. settled in."

"How's that going?"

"So far so good, but I think we're still in `honeymoon' phase. Everything is new and exciting, and the reality of his new situation probably hasn't sunk in yet."

"What happens when it does?"

"I guess we'll see. One thing I'm sure of though is that Blake will no doubt discuss a lot of this with you. If he asks to bring J.J. with him, we'd be fine with that. Just so you have permission ahead of time. I recommend only talking about current events and not trying to go back before the trauma."

"Noted."

"We'll study tomorrow night. You good with my place?"

"Sure. I wouldn't mind hitting weights and the steam afterward, if that's okay?"

"Fine by me," I agreed, grinning. "I wouldn't mind hitting a few things myself after being in class all day."

"See...THAT guy is Justin. How about I invite Harris over too? Maybe once you've gotten him naked for a swim, you'll get over him."

"Unless he's a top, then I'll get under him. Actually my fantasy with Harris is to take him to a hotel room for a weekend, tie him to the bed, rip his clothes off and have my way for 48 hours."

"Sounds hot," some guy said as he walked by. "Justin, right?"

"Right," I acknowledged as I checked out the brunette in front of me. Not really my type but probably worth an hour, maybe two.

"I'm also Justin, with a Y," he said to us.

"So, Yustin?" I smiled.

"No. The Y replaces the I," he clarified.

"Got it. Oh, this is Nate."

"Hey. Seen you two around. Are you boyfriends?"

"No, just friends," Nate clarified. "We're going to open a practice together, so we spend a lot of time planning and studying."

"Any of it in a hotel room for a weekend?" He said in a very gay sounding voice. How hadn't I noticed this guy before? My gaydar was so far off the gay end of the dial, that there was smoke coming off it. Possibly it was because he sat in front of Harris in class, and my focus stopped right where Harris was.

"None," Nate clarified. "I'm straight."

"Those are always the tastiest," he said. "Well, if you ever need someone to sub in during your fantasy, let me know. I'd be happy to do a ride along."

He left and Nate just shook his head at me.

"What? I didn't hit on him. He hit on me."

"Exactly. In two minutes you basically picked up two guys, neither of which said a definitive no to you. Then the one guy you do want, you can't even get a whole sentence out while he's standing here talking to you. I think we should explore why."

"I can only explore that while I'm laying in bed naked getting head," I said as I threw my backpack over my shoulder.

Nate looked around quickly.

"What?"

"I was expecting another guy to jump out and offer," he laughed. "Almost disappointed. Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. I've got to go track Harris down. Wouldn't you be pissed if I got him into bed first?"

"Not so much pissed as stunned. Actually, I'd pay to see that happen. If you were gonna hit on straight guys, you probably would have started with Casey."

"How do you know Harris is straight? For all you know he's as gay as you are."

"Not a chance. If he were gay, he'd have already made a move and tried to get me home. At the very least he'd have tried to check me out more."

"Narcissist," Nate laughed.

"Platinum level baby!"

We parted company, and I headed back to the car as it was time to pick up J.J. I arrived at the school a few minutes ahead of the bell and joined the line of cars picking up kids. I felt out of place. Most of the other parents had SUV's or mini-vans. Here I was in a chrome coupe without a single soccer ball in the trunk. As the kids poured out of school, it was a mad frenzy for the vehicles. Some had lots of kids pile in, like they were loading up a clown car. Others had just one kid jump in, and everyone just seemed to know where to go. I got out of my car so J.J. would know where I was and got immediately honked at. If this hadn't been an elementary school, I'd have given a return greeting with one of my fingers, but instead I just ignored the honking. Tomorrow I'll bring a bat to look more intimidating. Damn my pretty boy features. If I looked like a biker in a leather jacket and neck to toe tattoos, no one would honk. I saw J.J. appear and waved to him. He was with another boy who he talked to as soon as he saw me.

"Hi Justin. This is Quinn," J.J. said introducing the boy with him, "he's my best friend. Can he come over to your house so we can do homework together?"

"Nice to meet you, Quinn. It's your home too, so any of your friends are welcome anytime," I replied.

"Thanks," J.J. said as the boys scrambled into the car and jumped in the back seat. Great now I'm a taxi. I would have talked to them, but they were both having an exciting conversation about school as we drove over to get Blake.

He was waiting at the curb for us as we pulled in. He jumped in the passenger seat and the interrogation began.

"Are you really Jimmy's real brother?" Quinn asked.

"I really am," Blake replied proudly.

That's really a lot of really's. They really should diversify their vocabulary. I mean really...

"Are you sure, because Jimmy doesn't remember you," he said bluntly.

"That's because he still has amnesia," I interjected.

"Is it contagious?" Quinn asked quickly.

"No," I said partially laughing. "It's just something that occasionally happens with a traumatic event."

"Oh. Will it go away sometime?"

"We hope so Quinn, but for now we just have to be patient."

"Do you got your own bedroom?" Quinn asked returning his conversation back to J.J.

"Sure. It's big and you know what's really cool? It has a bathroom right in the bedroom, and there's no door on it."

"Whoa. What if you gotta...you know...go number two?"

"Ummm...I'm not sure how that works if you have friends over. Maybe you poop in the other bathroom down the hall," J.J. reasoned. "How do you do it Blake?"

"Well my room has a door on the bathroom, so I don't have to think about it, but the other bathrooms you just let the person know you're going poop and turn on the fan. Sometimes I leave the room."

Thankfully pooping etiquette was finalized before we pulled through the main gates. Quinn was paying close attention. "Ummm, is this like a jail or something?"

"No. It's just the entrance gate. We don't want those religious people knocking on our door trying to sell us bibles, or mind wash us," Blake explained.

I dunno, some of those Mormon boys are pretty hot. I still remember my last encounter with some. What were their names again? Calen and Mark? Something like that. I just remember one was elder than the other as they kept pointing it out all the time.

"This is a pretty big house. It's way bigger than your other ones," Quinn exclaimed as he stared until we parked.

"Is it okay if I show Quinn my room?" J.J. asked.

"Show him anything you want," Blake replied. "Just let me know if you're gonna use the steam room or sauna. Those can get pretty hot if you're not careful. I can help you set them up properly."

"Thanks Blake. Come on Quinn. You gotta see all the stuff in here."

The boys raced into the house and vanished. Blake came and put his arm around me. "Ahh, kids. They get so excited about nothing."

"Kids huh? I think you still get excited about things too."

"Not like that I don't."

"Really? Then you wouldn't be interested in the two horny naked boys in your room then?"

"I meant I don't get excited about kid stuff. Sex is adult stuff," he clarified. "Just for the record, there aren't two naked guys in my room, are there?"

"No. I'm actually surprised you didn't invite Sienna over. Don't the two of you normally get together after school?"

"Yeah, but I told her that I'll have to share my time between her and J.J. now. She totally understands how important it is. We agreed that on days where we're not hanging out, we'll just give each other quickies at the bleachers. Like today, we banged one out at lunch."

"That's one of those TMI things Blake," I reminded him as we headed into the house.

"Not really, Dad. You already know me and Sienna have sex. While we were doing it, one of the seniors showed up with his girlfriend. As they walked past, he slapped me on the ass and said I had some nice hip action going."

Do you think Blake just doesn't understand the definition of TMI, or is it that he just doesn't care?

"So what, they just stood and watched you guys?"

"God no. That would be creepy, Dad. You don't go under the bleachers to just watch. One end is for sex, the other is for smoking. They had sex with each other too. He even took her boobs out so we could see them. Sienna showed hers off too. Girls like to do that."

I'm not sure that's true, but what I know about girls I could fit on the head of a pin, so no point arguing. Blake grabbed a glass of milk and said he was going upstairs to do his own homework if I needed him.

I made a quick spot check on the younger boys who were racing around the house checking things out. They seemed happy enough, so I left them to themselves, until about an hour later when they appeared in the great room. "Have you shown Quinn everything?" I asked.

Yeah. We were wondering if we can go swimming? Quinn's never been in a pool in a house before so I wanted to show him what it was like."

"Of course. You don't need permission to go swimming. Until you're used to it, I agree with Blake that you should let us know about the steam room and sauna so we can make sure it doesn't burn you. But I'll give you a hint. If you tell ADAM to set the temperature at medium, it should be hot enough for you."

"Is Adam another brother?" Quinn asked.

"No, it's like SIRI but just for the house," J.J. explained, which seemed to satisfy Quinn, who whispered in his ear.

J.J. smiled. "Quinn wants to know if we can swim without a swim suit like the other boys in the outdoor pool."

"If you want to, go for it. I'm sure Blake would like to join you if you ask him."

"Thanks," J.J. replied, and as the boys ran off, I heard Quinn.

"Wow, this is way cooler than your other houses."

It was only a minute later before the three boys came bouncing down the stairs. "You gonna come swimming with us Dad?" Blake asked. "J.J. hasn't met James or Malcom yet, so maybe we could introduce them."

I got up and followed them down to the outdoor pool.

"Hey guys," Blake announced as soon as we got there. "You haven't all met my little brother yet. This is J.J. That's James, and you already know the twins, Travis and Trevor. The older guy is Malcolm. He's looks after the boys when Jason and Alex aren't home."

"Nice to meet you J.J.," Malcolm said as he swam to the side of the pool, followed like a mother duckling by Travis and Trevor.

"Are you coming swimming wif us?" Travis asked as they all looked up.

"That's the plan," J.J. replied. Blake had already gotten out of his clothes and was being watched carefully by the two ten-year-olds. He did a somersault into the water and bobbed back up shaking his head to get the hair out of his eyes. James climbed out of the pool to meet the two new guys.

"Hi J.J. I'm James," he said politely as he stood there naked and dripping wet.

"Hi. Oh, this is my best friend, Quinn."

"Hi. Does everyone swim naked here?" Quinn asked as he looked at James.

"Most times. Sometimes not if we have company, especially girls," he replied.

Quinn nodded. "I've never gone swimming without clothes before. My big brother Anderson has and he says it's fun, but I haven't done it. They like you to keep your clothes in most pools."

"Yes. Yes, they do," I laughed. Both boys undressed and jumped into the pool with James. From there it was if they'd known each other all their lives. I've always loved how easily kids make friends and don't see anything but another person to play with. No gender, race, or skin colour issues, just someone fun to play with. They ran up to the top of the waterslide and took turns coming down. With five pre-pubescent boys running everywhere, we could have taken up fishing with all their little worms flopping around. They played a few games like letting the younger ones piggy back on the older ones as they tried to attack. I think we spent just over half an hour in the pool before J.J. said he and Quinn were gonna go back to his room.

I think Blake wanted to go with them, but I suggested he just let the boys hang out by themselves for now. No doubt J.J. will be telling Quinn all about the things that have happened over the last few days, and it'd be good for him to have his friend to talk to. They wrapped in their towels and picked up their clothes to head off. I stayed in the pool for a short while before announcing that I had to go figure out dinner. Usually that meant deciding which restaurant to order from and have it delivered. It's still considered making dinner as you have to warm it up when it gets here, then set the table and put it all out for everyone.

Once I'd decided on what we were having for dinner, I had to confirm who was joining us, so I texted everyone. I got replies, and it was only Kyle and Chance that wouldn't be home. They were still staying at the penthouse for now. I headed upstairs to ask J.J if Quinn was joining us or not.

I knocked lightly on the bedroom door and entered. The two boys were still undressed, propped up against the headboard playing video games. The both jumped a mile and dropped their controllers over their crotches to hide the baby boners they had. "Sorry to disturb you guys. I just came up to find out if Quinn was staying for dinner or if you need to go home?"

"I have to go home for supper," he replied.

"Okay, I'll drive you home when you're ready. Sorry for interrupting." I left and headed back downstairs to let Blake know when dinner was.

"How's J.J. doing?" Blake asked as he dried himself off.

"I'm sure they're fine. They're playing video games."

"If I had that VR system, I'd never leave my room. Quinn seems like a cool guy. I approve."

"Good to know. Not that J.J. needs your approval for his friends. He just needs his own approval."

"True. But I can guide him when I think someone is a bad influence. Plus, I'm supposed to be there to keep him from getting hurt and no one is EVER gonna mess with my kid brother, or they'll disappear forever."

"Okay Thanos," I laughed.

Quinn and J.J. resurfaced downstairs, both fully dressed, and I drove Quinn home. He thanked me for letting him hang out and that he had fun swimming with everyone. Let's see how that plays out when he tells his parents about J.J.'s new home, and the skinny dipping. I have a feeling the P.T.A. will be meeting, and the next thing you know, swimming will be as forbidden as peanuts.

J.J. thanked me for letting Quinn visit as we headed home.

"You're welcome to have friends over whenever you want, as it's your home too."

"Ummm, are you mad that me and Quinn were naked in my room together," he asked nervously, in a small voice.

"Mad? No. Why on earth would I be mad? You're welcome to run around without clothes if you feel more comfortable like that. But only on the property. I don't recommend doing the same at school or other places."

"Okay. Me and Quinn only did that because we were checking our penises to see if they'd grown anymore yet, and Layne said you only know if you make them get hard and stuff."

"Did they change at all?"

"Nope. Not yet."

"Do you guys check often?"

"Sometimes. Not all the time though. Layne showed us what to do when our wieners get all stiff, and he said when we're older he'll show us more stuff. Mostly I know how it works because I've seen Uncle Steve doing sex with lots of people. I'm not able to do it though because I have to wait for puberty. Just some of the words are confusing. Like when you suck on a wiener. There's like lots of words for that, and I never know which one to say. There's a really weird word for it that I heard, but I never remember it."

"I'm guessing fellatio?"

"Yeah," he said sitting up straighter and grinning. "That one. Which word are you supposed to use?"

"It varies buddy. Just use whatever one sounds right at the moment. If you get confused about things like that, come talk to me before you think about doing it with someone. I might be able to guide you in the right direction."

"Justin, I have a question that I wanted to ask."

"Go for it," I said, hoping it wouldn't be about when he'd be able to go home.

"You know how I'm allowed to watch how sex is done over at my uncle's house?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"Well Layne was teaching me stuff that I could show my friends, and he let me play with his penis so I know how they work and everything. He even taught Quinn and me how do fun things with each other."

"Is that what you were doing when I came to your room?"

"Yeah. Quinn figured we were gonna get in tons of trouble. I figured you'd be okay with it since I already saw you do stuff like that with Layne and Uncle Steve."

"It's definitely something you should do in private. I don't have a problem with it, but I'm sure others might."

"Yeah. That's why I don't tell no one. Ummm...since Layne teaches me stuff whenever I ask him, do you think Blake will too?"

"I think Blake would answer any questions you have about pretty much anything. That's what a big brother is for, but if you don't think he's giving you the right answers, feel free to ask any of us. We're also here for you."

"Okay, thanks. But I don't think Blake knows as much about sex stuff as Layne. I tried holding his penis a few times to see it grow big, and he keeps taking my hand off. Layne always let me keep holding it so I could watch it. It feels neat when it grows in your hand."

Oh please let him tell Blake he doesn't know much about sex. I'd love to be there for THAT conversation. "All penises grow bigger when they get excited. Sometimes it's seeing another person without clothes, sometimes you might just see a bike you like or a flavour of ice cream you want. There's no telling when it might happen. It just does."

"Like in school when you're sitting at your desk in class thinking about video games," he said nodding slightly.

"Exactly. So, while it was nice of Layne to let you explore how a penis works like that, not everyone is as comfortable. You're Blake's brother so I'm guessing in time, when you start puberty, he'll be happy to explain more to you. For now, you should just enjoy being 10 and doing kid things. Like play your video games, riding bikes, or just being boys."

"Is swimming without clothes okay too?"

"Of course. You saw even the twins were doing that. Being naked is nothing to be shy about, but maybe avoid grabbing for their penis for the purpose of getting it to grow," I said with a small grin.

"Okay. But I can still blowjob with Quinn though, right? That's not wrong is it?"

"No. That's not wrong as long as he's okay with it. If he says no, or doesn't want to, then you don't do it. Same as if you say no to someone."

"Okay. Got it. Thanks." He went quiet for a while as he looked through music on his phone, then spoke again. "Do you like rap?"

No. Hell no. Fuck no! Play it and I push you out of the car at high speed. I looked at him with a smile. "Is that something you like?"

"Some stuff is good, but mostly I like hip hop. I like Drake and The Weeknd."

"Those are good artists," I said supporting him. Actually I liked their music, but as soon as he says Kayne, he loses the phone and all access to the internet, and he'll be monitored 24/7 so he doesn't end up turning into a crazed psycho.

"Do you think Blake would like it if I showed him music I Iike?"

"I think that's a good idea," I said reaching over to pat his shoulder. Having a second kid is way easier than the first one. I totally got this parenting thing down now. Practice on Blake, refine the results and provide my new knowledge to J.J. Ideal! I think J.J. will be like a mulligan for me.

Dinner arrived once everyone was home, and we sat down together. I'd made sure to invite the other house over as J.J. needed to see how large his new family was. He met Alex and J.P. finally, leaving only Kyle and Chance still to be introduced to. I'd deliberately sat J.P., Jason and myself together, so he could see the Triple J's side by side. He kept staring at us throughout dinner, and I was beginning to wonder if it may have been too soon to overwhelm him with everyone at once. He looked liked a contestant in the hunger games as his eyes darted everywhere. He was thrown a few questions by various people. Some honestly trying to get to know him, others teasing him about having Blake for a brother.

James had chosen to sit right next to J.J. and was doing his best to be his new friend. There wasn't a lot of difference in age between the two boys as James was a couple months from turning 10, and J.J was only a few months into 10 himself. I think there was five months between them in total, which for a kid is like the adult version of being 5 years apart. Travis and Trevor had each other. Blake had Cory when he came over, and James was in the middle between them, so hopefully the two boys would click and be best of friends. I still remember hostile little James defending the twins from fags' when they moved in. Now all that homophobia appeared to be in the past. I wonder if it'll resurface if J.J. suggests to James that they blowjob' each other. Nothing to do but wait and see. We could always get a restraining order, or call one of those meddling do-gooders with the black and white collars.

That night, J.J. was planning to once again sleep in Blake's room, but after I'd talked to Colin, we suggested that maybe Blake should sleep in J.J.'s room instead. The idea was to get J.J used to his own room so he started to feel like this was his home, and not that he was simply sleeping over. We explained that to Blake in private, and he agreed right away. We found out around 2am why he'd agreed so fast, as we found both of them playing the VR game. I did find it cute that both boys were wearing the same type and colour of underwear. They're bonding over video games and underwear. I'll take it as a win, but they're going to be super tough to wake up.

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On Saturday, I think I had a laughing fit that became contagious. Layne arrived first thing in the morning to spend time with J.J. True to his word, he was in disguise. He was wearing a short blue dress and a long blonde wig. He'd even gone so far as to put on make-up and carry a purse. I couldn't help but break out laughing as soon as he arrived.

"Layne!" J.J. yelled as he raced across the room to slam into his foster brother hugging him tight. As soon as the emotional surge wore off, he looked up at him. "Why are you a girl?" J.J. asked as he hugged his foster brother tight.

"Just playing a game, little man," he replied as he wrapped his arms around J.J. as Blake and I watched.

"I'm more curious about where you got all that," Blake said as we let him come in.

"Some girl at school let me borrow it. I told her that I needed a disguise so this is what she came up with. Doesn't even know I'm gay. I don't mind the dress, but dude, bras suck big time."

I laughed even harder. You're wearing a bra?"

"Yeah, needed some boobs to pull the whole look together. Even shaved my leg and pits to make sure it's a real good disguise. I wanted to look pretty."

"Are you wearing girl panties too?" J.J. asked lifting up the front of his dress and looking underneath.

"No. I drew the line at that. I'm wearing my own boxers. You sure pay attention to your junk when you're wearing a dress. Whenever I felt a breeze and my dress moved, I figured everyone could see everything. I know why girls are so jumpy now."

"So how are you doing, Jimmy? Good to see you, little man!" He smiled as he gave his foster brother another hug.

"I get to be called J.J. now," he said looking up at Layne.

"Nice. You've wanted that for a while."

"Know what it stands for?" J.J. asked as he pulled Layne farther into the house, and we all followed him.

"I'm gonna guess Jimmy & John," Layne replied with a good hypothesis.

"Do the look," Blake said excitedly as he encouraged J.J.

The young guy walked away, stopped, turned his upper body, flipped his hair and grinned. "Jaxson. Jayce Jaxson."

Layne laughed hard, as he stared at J.J. "Jayce Jaxson? That's the name you're going with? Dude, that kills. Way better than something boring. You're gonna be an influencer in no time."

"He picked it himself," Blake told Layne.

"Great choice, J.J. What do you guys wanna do today?" He asked.

"I was thinking we could all go to Playland," Blake suggested.

"Oh. I didn't bring any money for stuff like that," Layne said sounding disappointed.

"You don't need it. We have season passes. I've got my allowance for food and stuff, so we're good. Justin, would you be able to drive us there, or should we call for a car?"

"I'll drive you. You can text me, or call the service when you're heading home. Layne, not to be overly cautious, but do you have your phone with you?"

"Not the one my parents gave me. That's at Uncle Steve's. I have the phone he gave me."

"Good. Better to act on the side of caution."

"Guess what, Layne?" J.J. said excitedly. "I got my own room with a bathroom in it. Wanna see it?"

"Would love to," he said supportively.

"Layne, did you bring anything to change into, or were you planning on wearing that all day?" Colin asked amused.

"Shit. I forgot. Maybe I could borrow some of your clothes, Blake."

"No way, dude. You gotta stay like that," Blake giggled with J.J. agreeing. "See J.J. instead of two brothers, you now have a brother and a sister."

"I like the finishing detail with the make-up," Colin told him.

"Thanks. We figured if I wanted to not look like a boy, I should do some. My lipstick is Sunrise Rose in case you were wondering."

"That's exactly what I was wondering," I mocked. "Thanks for clearing that up."

"How about you go find Layne something to change into," Colin suggested.

The three of them took off upstairs, as Colin and I headed to the great room.

"I can picture the scene now if the Campbells caught Layne sneaking over here dressed like that," Colin said shaking his head. "They'd be sure we were trying to grab their kid into our `cult'.

"Yeah. Might not have been his best choice, but he makes a seriously cute girl."

"I know, right. At first, I thought it was a girl. If I were straight, she'd be totally dateable. No doubt she turned a lot of heads on the way over here."

The boys were gone half an hour, and when they finally came back it was just Layne with J.J.

"Where's Blake?" I asked, looking over to the stairs.

"He wants to make an entrance," Layne answered as J.J. gave a little giggle. "Introducing Dixie Normous!"

Music started from upstairs and the next thing we saw was a Blake appear in Layne's dress and wig. He gave quite the show as he flaunted himself all the way down the stairs. Stopping to blow us a kiss, shake his boobs and ass at us. He even took the opportunity to give a quick flip of the back of the dress to show us he wasn't wearing underwear. Such a little cock tease. I'll bet he makes a fortune out on East Hastings with all the five-dollar hookers.

Once he arrived in front of us, he gave a little spin and stood grinning at us. "I didn't have any make-up, so we couldn't do everything. What do you think?"

"I think it might be nice having a daughter for once. Any chance this is a permanent thing?" I joked.

"Not a chance. I like girls, but I sure wouldn't want to be one," he replied quickly. "Feel my boobs though," he said as he came close to us. I humoured him and reached up to take a feel. They were soft and squishy.

"What? What the hell are your boobs made out of?" I asked as I felt the other one. "Colin, check those out. We may make you keep those."

Colin felt him up and laughed. "How'd you make those?"

"Double balloons and pudding," Layne revealed. "My girl friend said you shouldn't use oranges or things like that as they sat up too high and felt wrong. Pudding was the best we could come up with."

Blake had Layne unzip the back of the dress and lowered it to show us the bra he was wearing, before he reached in and pulled out one of his fun bags. We all took turns playing with it. Yeah, it's some weird alternate universe where gay guys are fascinated by feeling `boobs'. J.J. begged the guys to let him try on the bra, so they obliged and had him take off his shirt so they could fasten the bra on him. It was a little big, but they fastened it as tight as they could and stuffed the pudding boobs in. He giggled and walked around showing them off. The boobs looked the right size on Layne and Blake, but in proportion on J.J., they looked massive. He'd be one popular girl in his elementary school with those headlights. Blake let the dress drop so he could step out of it, leaving himself totally naked. The two older boys convinced J.J. to try the dress on next, and pulled it up over his clothes. It was way to big for him, but when Blake secured the wig on his little brother's head, it was hard not to see J.J. as a girl.

"Now that is how you should go dressed to Playland," Colin teased.

"Not to Playland, but it might be our Halloween costumes. We should get some pictures of J.J.," Layne suggested, so they raced back upstairs.

"We may need to check them before they go out for Halloween this year," I laughed. The boys returned a short while later, all properly dressed for their day out. Not a boob in sight.

I dropped them off and told them to have fun. I think it might have been redundant, as they left the car like a hurricane...fast and noisy.

We thought they must have been having a good time as it was quite a few hours before they returned home, but nowhere near the same as when they'd left.

"FUCK OFF!! I HATE BOTH OF YOU! I WANNA GO HOME!!"

Colin and I both turned instantly to see what the screaming was about, and saw J.J. race across the room to the back stairs, in tears. I went over to Blake and Layne who looked exhausted.

"What happened?" I asked as I took the boys to the kitchen for something to drink.

"I think we fucked up, Dad. J.J. was talking about how much fun he was having at Playland, and hoped that once he went home, he'd be allowed to go back again. Layne told him that his parents wouldn't let them go to stuff like this, but he didn't have to worry about that now. He told him that this was gonna be like living at Uncle Steve's except he'd only have one set of rules to follow now that he lived here permanently. That's when J.J. just started freaking out saying that he was sorry for whatever he did and that he just wanted to go home."

I'm sorry," Layne said quickly. "I didn't mean to upset him. I just thought he understood that he now lived here."

"It's not your fault," Colin assured him. "He's still trying to process what's happening, and we're not there yet."

"When he started screaming that this was kidnapping, we figured we should get him out of there before anyone called the cops. Layne was trying to convince him that this was gonna be a great home, and that he'd visit all the time. We even agreed that Layne would still be his brother, so he'd have two of us to do things with."

"I guess the first thing to ask, is are both of YOU okay with that brother idea? I mean this is complicated and we don't need to confuse J.J. by giving mixed messages."

"Layne and I talked about it, and not even while we were having sex, so we were using our proper brain," Blake explained. "We both know that J.J. is my real brother by blood, but since Layne has been looking after him for over three years now, he's his brother as well. Even when J.J. gets his memories back, he's gonna remember Layne, so they gotta stay brothers."

"That's very mature. I realize you were both just trying to help J.J. adjust, but we need to make sure he gets the information in a way, and at the time he can handle it."

"Yeah, we kinda see that now. The more we tried to calm him down, the worse he got. Finally, Layne just told him bluntly that he wouldn't be going back to the parent's house."

"Sorry. I just thought that if he heard it more directly, he'd understand."

"Do you want us to go with you to talk to him?" Blake asked.

"No. We should go talk to him alone," I replied. Colin and I left the two boys and made our way to the stairs.

"We knew this would show up at some point," I said as we talked on the way to J.J.'s room. "Part of me is glad we're dealing with it sooner rather than later."

"Not sure which is best, but I guess we just deal with each incident as it surfaces," Colin acknowledged.

We knocked on his door before entering and found him lying on the bed crying. Worst feeling ever. All you wanna do is hold them until they feel safe again. We sat on the edge of the bed and I put my hand on J.J.'s back to let him know we were there for him.

"You okay, J.J. We heard you had a bit of a tough time at Playland," I said starting the conversation.

He turned slightly to look at me. His whole face wet. I handed him a couple tissues as he began to talk. "Blake and Layne said I never get to go home again. Is that true?"

"That's a longer answer than just yes or no, J.J.," I said as we began to deal with the inevitable.

"Unfortunately, what you can't remember is that your original home was with Blake, and when you were seven there was an accident that affected your memory. No one knew who you were or where you belonged, until just recently. Charles and Vanessa agreed to step in and be your temporary parents to give you a home, which is all you're able to remember for now."

"But if that's all I remember; how come I have to leave?"

Because your foster parents are bigoted, homophobic, religious, psychopaths. Probably xenophobic & far right wing too. Out loud I simply replied, "Because it's important to try and get your memories back, and we think that being with Blake will help you be able to do that. It doesn't change how scary this is for you, we know that, and I'm sorry you have to go through it. Layne will still be in your life, as we all know how much you love him."

"I love my Mom and Dad and Uncle Steve too," he added.

"That's true, and we don't want to take those memories away from you," I said, trying to keep calm as I said it, "but it's really important that we help you remember the rest too. Especially while you're still young. That way, when you're older, you can look back and see your whole life in one clear picture. Blake and you have the same Mom and Dad, who are unfortunately no longer with us. That leaves just you and Blake as part of your original family."

"Why can't Blake live with me and Layne instead?" He asked sniffing and wiping his nose.

"Because he's happy here with us."

"I was happy with Mom and Dad too. I wanna go home, Justin. Please!" He begged. My heart went out to him, and I really wanted to bash him over the head with a brick. Not to be mean, just to try and knock his memories back into place.

"Do you not like Blake as your brother?" Colin asked getting into my therapy session. I guess he has a right, but he should stick with business stuff. Messing with people's heads is my gig.

"I like Blake lot. He's lot of fun to hang out with," he admitted.

"Do you like the house and your bedroom?" I asked following along with Colin's line of thinking.

"Yeah. A lot! This is the best house I've ever been in," he said smiling a little from beneath the red eyes.

"Layne told us he prefers going to your Uncle Steve's over your other house when you two have to go live there. Do you feel like that too?"

"Sometimes, yeah. We get to do lots more fun stuff at Uncle Steve's. Mom and Dad would never let us do half that stuff."

"I guess that sort of feels like you and Layne share something special together, doesn't it?"

"Yeah. Layne lets me hang out with him more at Uncle Steve's than at home, and I like that better. I'm never allowed to sleep in his bed at home, or share the bathroom with him. Layne also never teaches me teenager stuff when we're at home, only at Uncle Steve's. I even get to try steering the car when I'm with Uncle Steve. Mom and Dad make me sit in the back all the time."

"Is this house similar to your old home, or Uncle Steve's?" I asked trying to get him steered in the right direction.

"It's more like Uncle Steve's," he nodded slightly. "You don't get mad at me for nothin', and you're okay letting me and Blake share a bed together when I don't wanna be alone. Plus you got lots of cool stuff to do here."

"So, what do you miss about your old home if you prefer Uncle Steve's or this house to that one?"

He shrugged. "I dunno. I just miss seeing Mom and Dad sometimes."

"Is there anything we can do to help you get over that feeling?"

I knew the second the words came out of my mouth that that was the wrong question. Rookie mistake.

"Could I go see them?" He asked.

"We may have to wait before we can do that. There is some adult stuff to work out. What about if we let you see your Uncle Steve? Would that make you feel better?" I asked trying to back pedal from stupid question number one.

He brightened a bit. "Yeah. Would I be able to sleep over there with Layne?"

"How about if you visit there for the day, and then you invite Layne to sleepover here with you and Blake?"

"Could we all sleep in the same room?"

"I don't think it would make sense if you didn't," I smiled. "As long as you didn't stay up all night playing video games."

"We wouldn't. I promise. Maybe Layne could even show Blake some teenager stuff like he showed me. Then we could maybe all become way better brothers. If I have to stay here, do you think Layne could come over lots more like it was before?"

"We'll have to see what everyone says about that, but there's no reason why you can't see Layne regularly," Colin said to him as J.J. turned to sit up.

"Sorry I swore earlier. I was just mad at Blake and Layne," he said looking at us.

"It's not us you need to apologize to. It's Layne and Blake. I think you really upset them as they care about you, and are both just trying to help you the best they know how. If you feel up to it, why don't we go downstairs and you can talk to them?"

"Okay," he replied. "I just gotta pee first."

He ran to the bathroom and returned a few minutes later, assumingly having peed and washed his face. We all headed downstairs to where the two older boys were playing pool. Both were shirtless for some reason, which apparently is highly contagious because J.J. removed his before getting to his brothers.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you guys," he said quickly giving Layne a hug first, and then Blake. "I didn't really mean that I hate you."

"It's all good," Blake said first.

"Yeah. We know you're just upset," Layne added. "Wanna play pool with us?"

"Okay, but I gotta warn you, I never played it before."

"That's cool. That's what big brothers are for," Blake smiled. "To teach you new stuff."

J.J. just gave a big smile. "Layne, you wanna sleep over?"

"I would love that, but I can't tonight. I'm at Uncle Steve's next week, so we could do a sleepover then if you want," he said providing a no, but with a nice alternative.

"Okay. You wanna sleep over here, or should me and Blake come over to Uncle Steve's with you?"

"How about you all spend the night here?" I offered. "Blake could order pizza and you could show Layne how your VR game works."

"You wanna do that Layne?" J.J. asked eagerly.

"I'd love to bud."

"Blake's okay if we sleep with no clothes, Layne. He says it's normal for boys."

"Just like I told you, little man," Layne said smiling at him.

"If you and Blake are both my brothers, does that mean you and Blake are also brothers?" J.J. asked thoughtfully.

"I'm good with that if Layne is," Blake said quickly.

"I'm good. Now I have two little brothers," he said putting his arm around Blake's shoulder.

"Hey! Watch who you're calling little or I'll insist we whip out dicks to see who is really the little brother."

"Talking age, not dick size, bro," Layne capitulated.

J.J. giggled. "I'm the big brother!" He seemed to have accepted the arrangement as they turned their attention to showing him how to play pool. Colin and I left them to continue their day now that we've resolved our first crisis. No doubt one of many to come.

"So, did we handle that right?" Colin asked.

"I think so, don't you?"

"Not sure yet. I'm not opposed to them being brothers together, but maybe it's too soon. If J.J. continues to latch onto Layne, he may never bond properly with Blake."

"I can see that, but on the other hand, if they spend a lot more time together, it won't be long before J.J. doesn't see Blake as anything but another brother," I said using my extensive philosophy expertise. Or at least the parts I've learned so far.

"I guess we'll know in time."

They seemed to get along well for the rest of the day, although loud shrieking and banging in the great room brought us in to see what was happening. At first I thought maybe we were being home invaded, but it turned out the boys were just wrestling, almost overly rough. We warned them to take it easy, but J.J. assure us he was having fun as he did a flying leap off the end of the couch onto Layne. Wonder how many broken bones social services allows before they revoke your foster parent status. Will a subdural hematoma get us negative points on our chart, I wonder? As long as they were having fun and no weapons were being introduced, I think we're okay. Pool noodles, nerf and water guns are not classified as weapons in the parent manual. At least in the parent manual we own. When it was time for Layne to head home, he borrowed Blake's clothes and said he'd get them back to him. J.J. hugged Layne for so long that I wondered if we were about to have our second crisis. I'd offered to drive Layne home, or at least as close to home as he was comfortable with to avoid being seen by his parents. I even used the BMW so that we didn't attract unwanted attention.

"Thanks for letting me come over, Justin. I think J.J. had fun. Except for the whole meltdown thing. Do you think he'll be okay eventually?"

"I think so. Blake had an adjustment period when he first arrived. He wasn't sure what to make of us, but as you can see, he turned out just fine...well, he turned out acceptable."

Layne laughed. "I know my parents would kill me if I said this to them, but I think J.J. is gonna be happier living with you guys in the long run. My parents can be a bit...well overly strict and sort of old school. I love them, but I wish they'd just relax and enjoy life more instead of trying to make everyone else miserable around them."

"We hope J.J. will be happy, but more important we hope he gets his memories back so he can see what sort of life he's had so far. Religious people can be a bit uptight, that's for sure. In my opinion, and it's only my opinion, religion has started almost every major conflict in history. Usually fueled by conflicting religions or ideologies about how to live life. I think if everyone just minded their own business, we'd all get along so much better."

"I'd like that. I mean I'd love to be able to bring a boy home and tell my parent's that he's my boyfriend. Right now, I'd only do that after I was moved out."

"Layne, you know that if you ever did have difficulties after coming out, not only would your Uncle Steve be there for you, but all of us would too. Never fear living your own life and being true to who you are."

"Easier said than done. I could almost guarantee that they'd throw me out of the house if I said that, or at the very least have me kidnapped in the middle of the night and sent to some church conversion camp."

"As much as I'd love to disagree with you, I have a feeling you're probably pretty accurate about that. All I can suggest is that you maybe hire a lawyer to protect you from that conversion thing. Not sure how that works exactly, but we have a great lawyer who could help you if you needed it."

"Thanks Justin. I know you're probably the coolest guy I know and I love being able to be myself around all you guys, but for now I'm gonna keep being good little boy Layne while I'm at my parent's house. It's two years until I'm 18, and then I'm out of there. Nothing they can legally do to me once I'm an adult, right?"

"Except disown you? No, they'd have no legal ability to do anything, but if you're worried about their reaction, I wouldn't tell them at home. I'd pick some place a little more public."

"Oh, I already have that all planned in my head. I'm going to invite them to dinner with my boyfriend and kiss him right in front of them," he grinned.

"Or maybe don't do that," I laughed, although I'd love to see it. "I'd be in a public area in case things go south fast, but I'd do it quietly and maturely. Something like `I know you have your own beliefs and follow the church, but Mom, Dad, I'm gay. You can accept that or not, but it doesn't change who I am.'"

"Nice. Then when they freak out and my mom pulls a jug of holy water and a cross out of her purse, I chug the water and rub the cross on my crotch to show her God really doesn't care if I'm gay."

"Wait, your mom carries a jug of holy water?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"Probably not, but who know what women carry in their purses. I get what you're saying though. I've practiced coming out a thousand times and each scenario ends up with me being tied up on a bed of nails being electro-shocked.

"Dude, that's not coming out, you're watching BDSM videos again," I joked. "Being serious for a minute though. Coming out is YOUR thing. Whether you do it now, when you're 18, 70, or never, is totally up to you. Just know that where we are in our society, more people will accept you than reject you. Most will be like `hey, congrats dude!' and then they continue as if nothing was different."

"In my head I kinda know that already. I know there's a few gay guys at school, and they aren't treated any differently than anyone else. I actually think they get treated better than other boys sometimes. I guess people think it could be considered a hate crime if they picked on them, so they stick with picking on other straight boys. Also Blake doesn't hide the fact he likes boys as much as girls, and he's wicked popular."

"Too popular sometimes," I smiled. "Let me ask you this, would you want to come out at school?"

"Yes and no," he replied. "Yes, because I think it'd be good to just be myself and let others know who the real me is, and no, because if it started to spread and word got back to my parents, well...you know...shit and the fan kinda stuff."

"I get it. You tell some kids, they tell their parents, parents talk to others, etc. etc."

"You got it."

"Do you have a best friend you could trust to keep your secret?"

"I think so. I have a couple friends who are pretty cool."

"Maybe think about coming out to them first and see how it goes."

"I thought about that, but they're the type that might try to help me be gay, and it wouldn't be long before they said something out loud to out me. Not meaning to, but trying to be helpful. You know what I mean."

"I do. The type that point out cute guys for you, or start quizzing you about what it's like to be gay, or go over the top to show you they're cool with you being gay."

"Exactly. They'd be cool for sure, but maybe too cool."

"You said you know other gay guys. What about talking to them about how they came out. You don't need to reveal anything, just have a conversation with them. I'm sure they'll pick up on what you're hinting at, and maybe one or more has a similar story." I know lots of boys with coming out stories that I could put him with, but he needs to do this at his own pace.

"I'm not really friends with them. I just know them," he said reluctantly.

"Just a suggestion. If it were me, I'd tell them I was curious about what it was like for them being gay. Before you know it, they're inviting you home for a good butt stuffing."

"I'd like that if it could be kept secret," he grinned. "Like coming over here, or being at Uncle Steve's."

"We're all happy to keep your secret, as long as you're happy to let us keep playing with that hot little body of yours," I said patting him on the back. "But being serious, keep it in the back of your head that no matter what you do, or don't do, we're here for whatever you need. If I can offer one piece of advice. Take it or leave it, it's up to you. Next time your parents start talking about homosexuality, ask them what they'd do if you were gay?"

"Just like that, blurt it out?"

"No. Do something hypothetical, like say `why do you guys hate gay people so much? What if I turned out gay? Would you hate me too?"

"Nice. But all they'll say is, `no, you're not, don't be stupid boy.'"

"I'd keep pressing them with a `but what if I were? If I decided I liked boys, would you hate me as much as other gay guys.' They may continue to try and deflect an answer, but keep pushing to see if you can get them to admit how they'd treat you."

"More than likely, they'd tell me to go to my room and stop my silly questions."

"Maybe, but you could always eavesdrop on the conversation that continued after you left. That may get them discussing it. At least you'd know more than you do now, without actually coming out. I've known a few homophobic parents before their kid came out. Then they were forced to re-evaluate their stance on it. Either accept their kid, or lose them. It's 50/50 on how it could go."

"Yeah, you see stories where kids are thrown out and end up on the street begging for change, or offering up their ass for cash."

"Ass, cash or grass," I laughed. "Oldest game in the book."

"Huh?"

"Never mind. But you won't have to worry about that. You have plenty of options if you ever get thrown out. Imagine how excited Blake and Layne would be if you lived with them?"

"Are you trying to lure me into your cult?" Layne chuckled.

"Of course. That's what us homo's do. Didn't you know that?"

"I've heard rumblings. "Mostly they just want you naked for sex. That's mostly why I'm in the cult," he joked.

"I figured that. I mean you were playing pool shirtless when we brought J.J. back downstairs. I'm guessing you and Blake banged a quick one out while we were calming your brother down?"

He laughed. "No. We planned on hooking up before the day was over, but when J.J. did his freak out, it was kind of a boner killer. Kids'll do that to ya."

"Tell me about it," I nodded as I pulled over a few blocks from his house on a different street, under a tree. The tree was Layne's idea in case there were drones watching us.

"I am still kinda horny though. You maybe wanna go somewhere and fuck me before I leave?" He asked bluntly, then reached over to grab my crotch.

"Layne, you know I'd love nothing more than to take you to pound town for several hours, but how about we save it until next time?"

"Okay. Can't blame a guy for asking," he said as he let go of me and opened the car door. "See you later, Justin," he said before grabbing his crotch to show me the outline of his erection. "Damn this thing is hard! Feels like it's gonna break off." He quickly popped the button on his pants, lowered his zipper and fished his cock and balls out. I couldn't help but watch as he played with it.

I looked around the residential street imagining the nosy neighbours of the world staring out their windows filming everything. "Son of a bitch!" I said smiling at him as I reached over to take hold of the nice cut 7 inches. "You know if I leave you with that thing in this condition, it could be considered inhumane, and I could end up at a U.N. tribunal."

"So what could you do to avoid that?" he said partially licking his lips as he reached over to grope me.

"I guess I'm going to have to fuck you after all. I know a place close by," I said as I pushed the start button on the car. I reluctantly let go of him and drove over to a small wooded area and found a secluded place to park. I shut the car off and quickly leaned over to pull Layne's face to mine so I could kiss him. I wasted no time getting my hand under his shirt and pushing it off over his head.

"Where are we gonna go to play?" He asked wiping his lips.

"Right here. I'm gonna fuck you out in public."

"What if someone sees us?" He said looking around.

"It's secluded, and even if they did, I'm sure it'd just get them horny. Now let's get these pants off," I said as I went for his zipper. He was out of his clothes so fast, including socks and shoes, that I was actually amazed. I quickly removed my clothes and we got to it. Kissing and blowjob got us started before I dropped his seat back and had him turn over so I could rim him. Once I pulled his ass cheeks apart, we both knew we wouldn't be stopping until he was full of my cum. As I rimmed his sweet little hole and played with his cock between his legs, I opened the glove box to grab some lube. Yes, I even have a bottle there, for situations just like this.

I fingered some into him and he immediately began moaning and squirming around on the seat. I moved on top of him and rubbed my cock up and down his crack while I nibbled on his neck. Not the most comfortable position but yet somehow you just make it work. "You ready for that fuck you need?" I whispered in his ear as I poked the tip of my erection against his hole.

"God yeah. Fuck me hard! I need it," he said almost begging.

"How about we make it more exciting?" I said directly in to his ear as I licked around the edge of it.

I opened the door, which caused him to jump a bit, probably thinking someone had caught us. I slid off him and out of the car, pulling him with me so he could kneel on the car seat with his ass hanging out of the car.

"What if someone sees us?" He asked again.

"We'll see or hear them, long before they see or hear us," I reasoned. "Unless you start screaming `fuck me' at the top of your lungs."

"It's been known to happen," he said looking back and grinning at me as I rubbed my cock up and down his hole to tease it.

"Then I guess you'll be getting a live audience to watch your pussy being pounded," I said as I pushed inside him. He jumped slightly at the initial penetration, but he'd been fucked so many times that he was pretty used to it by now. Personally, I still like the reaction of a virgin having his cherry taken, but now and then it's nice to be with someone who knows what they're doing. I grabbed his hips and began to fuck him like I know he needed. The only trouble with this position is that I mostly just see the top of the car, and not his body while I'm enjoying his tight hole. Looking out at the scenery is nice, but nowhere near as nice as seeing yourself going in and out of a cute boy. I pulled out and dragged him out of the car so that I could take him around to the front of the car and bend him over the hood. He appeared to be enjoying himself as his cock was as hard as mine. I resumed the fuck, only this time I could now view both him and nature as the scenery.

"Oh god, I love your cock," he moaned. "You're so good at this."

"Thanks," I said moving on hand to his shoulder to get a better thrust going. "It helps that I have a nice boy to work with. I'm not gonna last long, so I hope you're ready for my load to flood your pussy."

"Always," he said turning his head to look back at me. I leaned in to kiss him and he moaned even louder. I inched him back slightly so I could reach around and grab his cock while I fucked him. No point in letting him go home with full balls. That would defeat the purpose of fucking him. Wonder how Charles and Vanessa would react if they could see us now? Makes me so fucking horny thinking of them sitting at home like some couple from the 50's while their son is getting his ass fucked off over the hood of a car, just blocks away. I concentrated and really hammered him, as he lay there verbally letting me know how much he was enjoying it.

"Okay baby, I'm about to cum. You ready to shoot your load as well?"

"Pretty close. Jerk me off faster, while you fuck me hard," he said almost as a demand. I obliged and we ramped up to the finale, which took less than a minute. "Oh god!" he cried out. "Oh fuck, yeah. I'm gonna cum!!"

I felt his penis throbbing as he shot his hot white load all over the hood of my car. His ass tightened as he reached his orgasm, which in turn gave me that added sensation to cause my own climax. I fired a half dozen volleys into his ass and leaned in panting as soon as I was done. I kept myself inside him for a few seconds while we both came down from our high.

As I gently pulled out, he turned to look at me again. "That was hot. Too bad we didn't actually get caught."

"Oh, so now you wanted to get caught fucking? Are you just saying that because you know we got away with it?"

"Probably," he smirked as he stood up and I took the opportunity to wipe the last drops off his dick and feed it to him. We walked back to the open car door and I got some tissues out of the console storage. I helped him wipe the lube and cum off his ass, and then we each dried our own dicks, before I polished the cum off the hood. Not sure what it'll do to the paint.

We both got dressed again, and he spun around to hug me and get another kiss. "Will that get you through the week?" I asked between kisses.

"Maybe not the whole week, but at least I'm good for a few hours now. I may need to come over for a refill in a day or so."

"Anytime. Bring Darcy. I'll toss Blake in there and we can give you three loads instead of just one. That should keep you going longer."

"Hot. I'd be totally up for that gang bang anytime!"

I drove him close to home and let him head off. I figured I better before we both got horny again and started all over.

Sunday morning, J.J. arrived at the breakfast table dressed in a suit and tie. Blake looked at him and smiled. "Lookin' good, little brother. You gettin' married or something?"

"No. It's Sunday," he replied as he sat down to have breakfast with us.

We all looked at each other trying to see if anyone knew why Sunday would require a suit for breakfast. I'd say we were equally confused.

"Is this a special Sunday, or do you do this every Sunday?" Colin asked.

"Only the Sundays when I'm at my parents house. Not at Uncle Steve's."

"You have to dress in a suit on Sunday? Why?" Blake asked, basically saying what we were all thinking.

"To go to church. God would get mad if you only went in regular clothes. You have to dress up as a sign of respect," he clarified. "What time do you go to church?"

Now God demands dress clothes? He's okay with owning foreigners as slaves, but now it's disrespectful not to wear a suit while you stroke his ego? Yeah, total dictator type crap. Worship me or else! Wait until he checks the labels on those suits and finds out they're mixed blends. He's gonna burn that place to the ground. Oh, and I just realized something, and I'm looking at you, Mormons. If drinking is such a sin, why did Jesus turn water into wine? Hmmm? Why? I'll tell you why, because he was a typical rebellious kid. Don't drink and swim, Jesus, or you're grounded. Sure Dad he'd reply, then go do it anyway. Of course, Jesus wouldn't do that because talking back to your father gets you stoned in the village square. Those kind of rules for kids are fine if you have the power to follow up on it. I guess if you're God, or the Queen of England, you can do that crap. One of us mere regular people try and we'd be up on charges for child abuse, assault with a deadly stone, attempted murder, or actual murder. One rule for them, one rule for us. Typical. Just typical! I guess we're stuck with just putting sandwich boards on kids and make them stand on the sidewalk to humiliate them. I'd do that to Blake, but he'd just complain about being hungry thinking of sandwiches.

"We don't go to church," Blake told him bluntly. "If you wanna go, I guess I could take you. Do you like going to church?"

"No. Not really. It's kinda boring. You just have to sit still and be quiet the whole time. Except when you get up and sing boring songs."

"Agreed. Plus guess what I learned?" Blake said concentrating on his little brother. "You don't have to go to church to talk to God. You can talk to him pretty much anywhere. My friend told me that he knew someone who'd spoken to God in person, and God was totally pissed that so many people packed into his house to beg him for things. That's why he makes everyone wear suits, so they're as uncomfortable as he has to be while he listens to their horrible music. You know where we should go?"

Sounds right to me. I'm not a religion person though, so I don't have a lot of info on that.

"Nuh uh. Where?" J.J. asked listening to the divine wisdom of his big brother.

"To one of the churches black people go to. They get loud and noisy with great music. I've seen You Tube videos and they look way better than white people church."

"Would we be allowed there, since we're not black?" J.J. reasoned.

"Of course. It's not like they're only for black people. That'd be racist. It's just mostly black people because they like to have more fun in church. If you wanna get in good with God, you gotta keep him happy and entertained."

Something tells me he's not wrong about that. He gets pissed off pretty easy, if the bible stuff has any truth to it. In my opinion there's as much truth in there as The Beaverton, The Onion, or Fox news.

"We don't need to go to any church though. Trust me on that, dude. I don't go to church, but I prayed and asked God to keep you safe in heaven, and here you are back with me when I thought you'd died. So he listens."

He doesn't listen well, in my opinion. If heaven is this great place that everyone tries to get to, then why would God send J.J back to earth without his memory, when Blake specifically requested he be safe in heaven? I'll tell you why. It's the same as having a kid in the back seat of your car going `Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?' You'll do anything to shut them up. Same as a kid begging God to look after his little brother. Eventually you just wanna shut him up. In this case, you send the kid back for the older brother to look after. Ends the whining so God can get some sleep at night. Which by the way is also a bad human design flaw. Why do you say prayers before going to bed at night? God is old, so he's probably already in his P.J.'s with a glass of warm milk in bed. Along comes a bunch of whiny bitches asking for shit while he's trying to watch the Late Show. Good thing I didn't apply for the job of God. I'd smite anyone who called after 10. Pray first thing in the morning...after I've had my coffee. I could check the messages and plan my day. God is likely missing 90% of the calls at night when he's tired. That's why most people don't get their prayers answered. And don't save that shit up until Sunday morning either. That's like trying to make calls during peak hours. Not enough circuits and all you get is a busy signal. Please, bitches, figure it out if you believe in this nonsense.

"Yeah, that's what Uncle Steve says too," J.J. replied to Blake. I'd almost forgotten they were still discussing it. "He says God is everywhere so you don't need to waste a couple hours at church when you can talk to him even when playing video games."

"God probably finds that more entertaining anyway. I mean what would you rather do? Watch someone play video games, or listen to a bunch of people sing crap songs out of key?"

J.J. almost giggled. "Play video games. If we're not going to church, do I need to stay in my suit?"

Blake patted him on the back. "Bro, the only suit that we need here is our birthday suit. God put Adam and Eve together without clothes, so he expects us to be naked. You don't see his other creations wearing clothes, right?"

"Right!" J.J nodded. "I like that better too."

I'm currently not sure if we're winning or losing this conversation, but at least we're not going to church. We took the boys out to the beach, and for ice cream, which made for a nice day. Except the part where they both came up and shook their wet hair all over us as Colin and I were suntanning. After tackling them to the ground for some tickling and shrieking, I apologized for shrieking so loud I scared the family next to us. A game of frisbee quietened everyone down pretty fast after that. We finished the day having dinner at a nearby restaurant and then back to the house for movie night. Both J.J. and Blake agreed that this was much better than going to church, although both Blake and J.J. did thank God for reuniting them as brothers and looking after them. I thanked God I didn't get a boner at the beach when I saw two hot shirtless University guys playing volleyball.

Monday, we were all back to our regular routines. University classes seemed to be intensifying as things began to wrap up and graduation approached. Why do they wait until we're almost finished before they throw tough shit at us? Give us the tough crap on the first week of the first year and give us two years to figure it all out, or mess so thoroughly with our heads that we never want to go into psychology in the first place. How do you feel about THAT, hmmm?!

I was almost thankful when lunch time arrived as I was both starving and my brain hurt. I needed the break, and a pee. I still haven't learned that a large coffee will go through you 10 times faster than a bottle of water. I resisted the urge to run for the bathroom, but I sure as hell didn't have time to stop for traffic in the halls as I headed there.

It may just have been in my head, but I may, and I say MAY, have let out an audible sigh of relief as I drained my bladder into the urinal.

"Hey!" said a guy coming in to use the urinal beside me. I swear one of mandatory classes in school should be urinal etiquette. No talking, stare straight ahead, use the urinal farthest away from the guy already there, shut down peripheral vision, shake firmly but discretely so that it doesn't appear inappropriate, stand close so you maintain your privacy. It's pretty much considered universal etiquette in most settings.

I glanced at the guy and smiled. "Oh, hey Justyn," I nodded. Never mind the previous urinal rules. He's gay, so they don't apply to us.

"Thought I saw you come in here, so I figured I'd say hi, maybe get to know you better. Nice looking penis," he said staring at it.

"Thanks. You too," I replied, as it's also considered common courtesy to return compliments.

"So how come we've never hooked up yet, being in the same class and all?" He asked.

"Dunno. I guess we've just been busy. I know this has been a super intense year for me so far. I increased my work load so I can graduate this semester."

"I hear ya. You got some free time right now to hook up?" He inquired as he reached over to take a feel of my dick, which took it upon itself to take control of my verbal responses.

"It's lunch time, so I've got a free hour," I admitted. "You wanna hit a stall? It won't take an hour."

He let go of my penis and paused his response as another guy wandered in to step up to a urinal at the far end. Obviously a straight boy who read the urinal rules in the latest edition of `Peeing for All'.

Justyn smiled as we both glanced at the guy. "I have a better place and I'm sure we can make it last, no matter how many times I make you cum." He seemed to be talking just a little louder than normal, which I'm assuming was for the benefit of the straight boy. I'd do exactly the same thing. Must be a trait of anyone named Justin, no matter the spelling of it.

"Egotist much. For all you know I'll be making you cum first," I replied almost as loudly, grinning as I finished peeing and put it away.

"How big are you?"

"I guess you'll find that out once you get past the eight-inch mark," I said as we washed our hands. Considering we were about to hook up, I wondered if I should lob my dick into the sink as well. You want that sucker clean so that it's nice and tasty.

"Follow me."

"If you're thinking of going to the stairwell, they installed cameras there a while back. Either some closeted guy in security wanted to watch us, or some prude reported seeing something. Either way, stairwell not the best place any more."

"No. We can do better than the stairwell," He grinned as he took hold of my hand and led me out of the bathroom, and towards the main exit. Great! The last thing they'll see on video when the police come looking, is me leaving University with some cute guy, never to be seen again. I was hoping we'd stick around to see reactions from the straight boy, but I guess we only had an hour, so we needed to get to it. My wild imagination anxiety shot to a 14 when we got to his mini-motor home.

"This is yours?" I asked as he opened the door.

"Yeah. Cheaper than an apartment, and all my stuff is with me when I need it. Better than a bathroom stall, am I right?" He asked as we entered and he closed the door behind us.

"Nice," I admitted as I looked around. It looked pretty modern and well laid out.

"Thanks," he grinned as he reached up to unbutton my shirt and remove it. "I knew you'd be hot. Fuck, you're seriously cute," he gushed as he pulled his shirt off to expose a toned muscular body. He was also cute as fuck.

Before I could reply he pressed against me and we began making out. He obviously wasn't a newbie to kissing, and was swallowing my tongue as fast as I was going after his. It was as if we had always known each other. I could feel the heat of our bodies pressed together; which always made me much hornier, but as his hand reached for the button on my jeans, and popped it open, it felt like my knees were going to buckle. He didn't stop there, and shoved his hand into my underwear to take hold of me. I guess he took the time limit thing seriously.

"Feels big. I like that in a guy."

"I like it in a guy too," I said giving him a nice inuendo.

"Shall we get rid of the rest of these clothes and move to the bed?"

"Are you always this fast?"

"How's this fast? We already exchanged names and saw each other pee. I didn't know that much about my last boyfriend." He smiled as we moved farther back in the motor home and removed our clothes before resuming our make out session. Only this time we were fully naked against each other. He was circumcised, sitting with about 6½ inches, and nice tight balls. We were both ready for each other, and by the time we hit the bed we were fully engrossed in not only kissing, but exploring each other with our hands the best we could.

From there we quickly spun into a 69 position and went to work on the poles. I'm always the north pole as I'm bigger, and more famous than the south pole. Just pointing that out.

"Damn, that is a seriously big cock, dude," Justyn said complimenting me as he licked the shaft and sucked on each ball in turn.

"Thanks. I love your cock too. Just perfect. Are you a top or a bottom?"

"Mostly a top. Sometimes I'll bottom for the right guy, but usually I prefer to give than receive. What about you?"

"Versatile. I like both equally. I suppose in one sense I'm like you. It depends on the guy I'm with as to what feels better in the moment. Plus some guys don't handle a big cock well, so there's that to consider."

"I'm the opposite. If I'm gonna bottom, I only do it for a really big cock. Something about it just feels right. In case you're confused, I'll wanna ride that today. Hope you're okay with that."

"No complaints from me," I replied as we continued to enjoy each other. He commented on each inch of my cock as he sucked on it, while playing with the rest of my body. He did a really decent job of deep throating, and I could see he'd gained some mad skills. I made a mental note to be sure to look in his mouth to see if he had more than one tongue, because it really felt like he may have several.

Justyn continued to be the dominant one as he rolled me onto my stomach so he could spread my ass cheeks and begin eating me out. He was as good at that as he was at kissing. He was one of these that you have to work hard at controlling yourself around, or I'd have already shot a load or two. Thinking of old fat hairy guys and their grandmas was helping to keep me from ejaculating myself across the room like a rocket.

I felt him lubing me up, so I relaxed and spread my legs a bit to allow him to lie on top of me. He knew what he wanted and went straight for it, with no test probing or slow entry. He just pushed straight in and got on with it. Now, 6½ inches isn't huge, but it's certainly enough that you enjoy it. He lay his entire weight on me and pulled my head back so we could kiss as he fucked me. I assumed from the way we were having sex that he wasn't as much into the romantic side of it, as he was the `just bust a load' type. I thought he was just going to keep going until he finished, but he suddenly stopped and pulled out, leaving us both at the height of horny.

"Your turn," he said pulling out and flopping onto his back, while grabbing a pillow to shove under his ass. I had barely recorded that he'd pulled out, and now I was having to take over the dominant role. He tossed me the lube and pulled his legs back to give me access to his hole. We both appeared to be members of the gays for smooth butts club. I prepared my steel spike for entry and leaned in. He quickly dropped his ankles onto my shoulders and reached up to play with my nipples. I started slow, but he had other ideas. One hand quickly moved to my ass as he thrust up to take me in one fast jolt. I was in and buried to the balls in a single thrust. He cried out and moved his ass up higher to get a different angle. "Holy shit you're big!" He said as his face contorted while staring at me.

I almost wanted to remind him that if he'd been patient, we could have done this with a lot less pain and exponentially more pleasure. He was biting his lips as he continued to move his ass up and down. I thought the guy on top was supposed to be in control. "You okay? Does it hurt?" I asked concerned, and let's face it, as a bit of an ego boost to me too. The worst thing you want to hear when you're fully in is, no, I'm fine. Go ahead and put the rest of it in', or worse, You can put it in anytime you want.'

"It hurts a lot," he said giving me a smile through gritted teeth. "But don't stop. Fuck me harder! Slam that big cock in me!"

I wonder if he remembers we're in a motor home in a parking lot. Anyone walking by would have no trouble hearing him. Hell, anyone within half a kilometre would hear him. Regardless, I hammered him harder, which only seemed to make him louder and more demanding. I smiled as I fucked him. "Shhh. People will think I'm murdering you," I joked.

He nodded and reached over to the side table and grabbed the small butt plug that was there and shoved it in his mouth like a pacifier. That seemed to work as I leaned forward to get a better depth. He grabbed my hair and began thrusting up into me on each of my downward pushes. You could see the pain on his face, but the moans indicated pleasure as well. He grabbed hold of his dick and started to furiously masturbate. He popped the butt plug out just long enough to give me more directions.

"Pull on my balls," he demanded as we both began to work up a sweat. I'm gonna smell great for my next classes. Good thing I carry deodorant with me, and body spray, and a wash cloth, and some water...never mind what I carry. I grabbed his balls and pulled on them. "Harder!" he demanded as his whole body got into the fuck he was receiving. Oh, I recognize this. He's a bit of a masochist. I took a better hold of his balls and pulled them like I were trying to rip them off his body. He cried out and then yelled a loud `Oh yeah!' before shoving the butt plug back in to keep himself quieter. He was still moaning and squeaking with each deep thrust and was becoming hard to hold down.

He partially closed his eyes and let out a whimpering moan as he shot a massive load in several spurts all over himself. I figured I better let myself cum now as he would no doubt return back to normal the second he was done. Intensity like that tends to fade fast once you've reached your orgasm. I moaned and cried out to let him know I was about to cum. He reached down and quickly yanked my cock out of himself and spun around to take in down his throat, almost as deeply as I'd been in his ass. He grabbed my ass and kept me fucking. I couldn't hold back any longer and dumped my load down his throat. I could almost hear him gulping it down. Once I was done, he pulled on my cock several times to ensure I wasn't keeping anything back from him. Then he turned back around as I lay on my side next to him. He had a big grin on his face as he used his fingers to scoop his own cum off his chest and licked it up.

"Damn, Justin, you know how to fuck!! That was intense. How come we haven't been hooking up all semester?"

"Probably just busy I'm guessing. You seem like the type that wouldn't have trouble finding guys to fuck. You do anyone from our class?"

"Several," he nodded.

"Any straight boys?" I smirked a little.

"A few actually. Nothing they like better than some quick action in the bathroom, or back here in the motor home. Surprising how fast a joint can drop their inhibitions and their panties."

"A lot of them wear panties, do they?" I joked.

"Most!" he laughed. "But dude, I'm serious how the hell did you learn to fuck like that? I don't think I've had a better fuck ever."

"Thanks. I'm sure you use that line on every guy, just so he'll come back to do you again, don't you?"

"No," he laughed, "but I guess I could, huh? So that Nate guy isn't your boyfriend?"

"No, we're just friends."

"You ever bone him? Looks like he's pretty cute."

"No, I've never boned him, but yeah, he's definitely cute," I said lying about what Nate and I had done together in the past.

"He's got a nice cock too. You seen him naked?"

"Sure. He's a bit of a nudist at home. How did you see his cock? You been with him?" I asked slightly surprised.

"No. I checked him out the same as you, at the urinal. Seen tons of guys there."

"Surprised they don't say something when you stand next to them. Not exactly bathroom protocol."

"Not like they're gonna beat me up while they have their dick out," he reasoned. "There's three types of guys at a urinal. The first ignores that you're there, which allows you to catch a glance of what he's got. The other is the type that leans in all the way when he senses you, effectively blocking your view altogether. Then there's the guy that will ease back a bit or turn just slightly to show you his prized possession. That's the group that you take into a stall, once you compliment them."

"Sounds like you have it all worked out. Have you ever seen that Harris guy in our class," I asked, figuring it wouldn't hurt to see if he knew anything.

"Coulson? Yeah. I've seen him a couple times. Not a bad piece of meat. I haven't seen him hard or anything. He's one of those that ignores you at the urinal, so I haven't got a chance to go any further yet. What about you? Have you seen him, or been with him yet?"

"No. For some reason I can't even form an entire sentence around him. It's like I go all fan girl. I've only ever once felt like that around a fantasy crush before, and I have no idea why Harris has that affect on me."

"I hear ya. Harris is a looker alright, and I plan on getting him into bed at some point. Even if I have to getting him so drunk and stoned that he doesn't even notice."

I laughed. "Would it be as much fun though?"

"Probably not, but I could take pictures of him sucking my dick and blackmail him into proper sex with me after that. I'm joking. If I get a guy into bed, it's consensual, and I always consent. The law says you only need one sided consent to do it."

"I think that's referring to recording someone, not fucking them."

"Too bad," he chuckled. "I know what you mean about being tongue tied around a guy though. My fantasy guy is in my aviation class. Kyle. He's always hanging around with his friend, Troy so I can't get the nerve to talk to him. I've checked both of them out in the bathroom and I want Kyle so bad, I almost looked into how to make chloroform," he said smiling as he reached over and began gently playing with my chest and nipples.

"Kyle and Troy? Kyle is five eleven, shaggy brown hair, blue eyes, about our build. Troy is a little shorter, with gorgeous long blond hair, grey eyes, slightly leaner build?"

"Yeah. That sounds like them. You know them?"

"If it's the guys I'm thinking about I do. Kyle has 8 inches and Troy 7?"

"Dunno about that. Only seen them once in the bathroom and never got a chance to go further. They were both the ignore you type."

Can't be my Kyle and Troy. For sure I'd take them as the lean back and show off type. Maybe there's another pair matching that description in an aviation class.

"Does Kyle really have 8 inches?"

"Just look at the bulge in his pants. He's an 8 incher for sure," I teased.

"God, that'd be hot. I have this recurring fantasy where I get jumped in the alley and raped by two straight guys who call me a sissy boy and show me what it's like to be a real man as they both fuck me repeatedly. One of them is always Kyle."

"Never understood how straight boys figure that they're teaching us anything by fucking us. Wouldn't that make them just as gay?"

"I know right. Like I'd turn down a big cock in either end," Justyn laughed.

"I thought you said you were mostly a top. How does this whole rape scenario and getting big cocks up your ass play into that?" I asked genuinely curious. I've seen bottoms not as eager for a pounding as this guy.

"Dunno. It depends in the guy. Mostly I just like getting their clothes off and using them. Sometimes, if I'm in the mood, I want a good slamming. My total fantasy is to be raped hard though. I know it's weird, but hey, it is what it is. Like most things the fantasy is usually hotter than the reality, but until you try it, you don't know."

"Isn't that the truth. In my mind I've spend plenty of nights in bed with Harris and it's been incredible. In reality, he probably has sex like a straight boy, and it's over before I even know we're naked."

Justyn laughed. "No shit, right? I see Kyle and I can't not think about sex with him. I'm trying to think of a way to separate him and his boyfriend so I can get him alone for even just half an hour."

"Just so you know, Troy isn't his boyfriend. They're just good friends. Kyle's boyfriend is Chance. 6 foot, dark blonde hair, green eyes, 7½ cut. Totally toned."

"Shit. As if having that Troy guy around wasn't tough enough. Do you think they are monogamous?"

"No, they're totally Caucasian," I joked. "I guess you'd have to find that out when you eventually ask him into a stall."

"Like you said you do with Harris, I do that around Kyle. He makes my palms all sweaty and my heart races so hard that I can hear it beating inside my ears. Even if he talked to me first, I probably wouldn't hear him."

"We could try and get him together," I suggested, already planning shit in my head. "I'd be able to talk to him, which might break the ice for you."

"You'd do that? That would be awesome. Maybe I could do the same for you with Harris? We could get them both and have a four-way."

"Now we're both fantasizing. One minute we can't talk to either guy, now we're having a four-way? Damn we're good," I laughed as I leaned in to kiss him. That started another, albeit it not as intense, sex session. By the time we merged from the motorhome, I'd missed lunch. Now I was going to have to dig out my emergency granola bar and water rations. I got Justyn's number as we agreed to hook up again, and definitely plan on how we were going to get Kyle and Harris. Justyn didn't know how easy it would be to get Kyle, Chance and Troy. I had the tougher job of trying to hook up with Harris. I texted Kyle to meet me after class.

"I met this guy today who has a total fantasy crush on you," I told Kyle as he and Troy met me in the food court.

"Who? Me or Troy?" Kyle asked.

"You. He probably would like Troy too, but at the moment he sees him as your boyfriend, and an obstacle to getting to you. Plus, you're such a fantasy that he's too nervous to even talk to you."

"Like I'd have that affect on someone," he laughed. "That sounds more like a reaction to seeing the Triple J's together."

He wasn't wrong. That happens a lot. "Well, for some reason, he's got a crush on you, and a major one at that. I didn't tell him that I knew you as I was thinking we could have some fun with it."

"Like what?" Troy asked, so I explained Justyn's fantasy.

"Would it really be raping him if he's that desperate to get me into bed?" Kyle smiled.

"No, but we could give him the same thrill. Here's how we should approach it," I said as I outlined my plan. Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough.

We all had a small bite to eat and then headed home. The fun thing about being an adult is that you can do what you want...mostly. I'm referring to the rule of don't eat after school or you will ruin your dinner. I'll eat when I want, thanks. I can say that now because I'm an adult.

Colin sent a group text asking if we'd all like a BBQ tonight if he brought home some steaks and burgers. Of course it was an instant yes from everyone with offers to also add corn and other assorted foods, which each person volunteered to pick up.

holy shit! Will u guys stop texting? I'm in skool.' Blake sent back after we'd gone back and forth about dinner several times. We all texted him sorry's, which got an FML' in return. We stopped the group text after that, although I was tempted to tell him to stay in `skool' so he could work on his spelling lessons, or maybe to just suggest he turn the phone off instead of reading all the texts.

I stopped off to get some potato salad for my part of the dinner. I also stocked up on chips, because let's face it, no one really likes potato salad. You simply have to have it to call it a real barbeque. Kinda like having beer and a stupid apron for the guy doing the cooking.

Colin gave me a hug when he got home and showed me a bag of meat. Me caveman! Bring home meat for family! Uggg! Club wife. Drag home by hair for sex. Uggg.

Not a fan of the clubbing, but the dragged back for sex part is fine. Blake and J.J. bounced down to the main floor to greet us and we told them about the barbeque, more for J.J.'s information. "What type of food are we having?" Blake asked.

"We have steak and burgers," Colin replied. "We can add chicken and hot dogs if you prefer that."

"I'm good with steak. Make it thick and juicy," Blake replied, showing off his adult side. "What about you, J.J.?

"Ummm, I'm not sure. I like burgers, but I might wanna try a steak too," he replied a little quieter than Blake, and a lot less sure.

"So, don't sweat that shit, bro. Have both. Take a small steak to try it out, and a burger to gulp down fast. Fuck dude, have one of everything," Blake explained with all the finesse of a turret's patient.

"We'll also grill some corn."

"Add some chips and we'll accept your corn," Blake replied. I didn't realize this was a negotiation.

"Deal," Colin grinned. What's the rule? Don't negotiate with terrorists. Being an American, he of all people should know THAT rule.

"Blake! Stop eating all the chips or you're going to ruin your dinner," I yelled at him as he and J.J. had basically set up camp around the chip bowl. Shit. I just turned into my Mom, didn't I? See, this is how brainwashing works, or subliminal advertising. They plant shit in your head and at some point in the future, WHAM! You blurt out their messaging to keep everyone in line.

It didn't take long for everyone to respond to the text for dinner, and pretty soon we were all outside getting things ready. Colin had his chef apron on, and we all had a beer, just as is required by the international back yard barbeque union. I yanked the beer out of Blake's hand and just shook my head at him. He shrugged and grabbed a root beer instead. You gotta watch them every second. J.J. and James were watching Colin closely, and I'm pretty sure they were both drooling as they smelled the food cooking. Colin sprayed the grill with, I'm guessing kerosene, as it flared up instantly.

J.J. screamed and ran off in terror. Blake and I raced into the house after him, only to find him sitting behind a chair with his knees up against his chest rocking back and forth.

"J.J.? Are you okay? Did you get burned or something? I asked quietly as we got down to his level. I had Blake stay back so we weren't crowding him. I gently lifted his head to ensure he wasn't injured. He just had tears in his eyes, so I sat beside him and put my arm around him to pull him in closer.

"You're okay, J.J. The barbeque sometimes does that when the steak drips onto the burners."

He slowly looked up at me and stared. He moved to sit on my lap and leaned in for a hug. I gave him one back and let him just calm down. Blake sat beside me and rubbed his brother's back.

"You scared me, J.J.," Blake said to him. "We won't let nothing happen to you. That was just a barbeque thing that happens. Wanna go back and make sure our burgers haven't been taken by anyone?"

"I think he just got a shock when the grill flared up," I explained, hoping that Blake wouldn't catch on to the meaning of it all, but even if he did, would be smart enough not to say anything.

J.J. sniffed and looked at Blake before wiping his nose on my shirt. Well, I guess we're going shopping for shirts in the morning. I managed to stand up with J.J. still wrapped around my body, and carried him back outside, where I was able to get him to stand on his own.

"Is he okay?" Jason inquired as we moved across the deck.

"Just got a bit of a shock from the grill flaring up," I reiterated. The others looked at us, but didn't say anything. No need to make him feel more self conscious. As we got closer to the barbeque, J.J. held back behind me a bit more than usual, as if I were a shield against anything that might happen. Personally, I find that a bit self serving on his part, but as the parent, I guess it's my job to protect the boys from anything that could harm them. I moved in behind Colin, just to give an added layer of protection. After all, he was cooking, so he should go first if anything happens.

We reached a point where J.J. wouldn't move beyond and I didn't push him. I let him stand with me as we waited patiently for the food to be done. J.J. got the first burger to limit his exposure to the grill and any future flare up. As soon as he trotted off to get the rest of his food, Blake was in my face.

"What happened?" He asked. "Was that a memory of the fire?"

"I have a feeling that it could have been. The flame flaring up like that gave him a bit of a flashback. It could be the trauma that's prohibiting his memories."

"Oh god. You mean that made it worse?" He asked almost panicking. You could see the drama building up in our 14-year-old drama queen again.

"On the contrary, this could be a good thing. At least it means the memories are in there somewhere. If he didn't remember it, then things might be so deeply repressed that he'd never come out of it. I think acknowledging fear of the fire is a step forward, in some small part."

"Should we maybe flare it up again? Or we could rent a flame thrower and really let him see a fire," Blake suggested.

"Or we just let things progress naturally. Last thing we need is to over stimulate his mind. Jesus! A flamethrower, Blake? Really?"

"Just trying to help jump start his memory. What about a campfire on the beach and roast marshmallows? Think that would be a good compromise?"

"I think it's better than a FLAMETHROWER! Let's just play it by ear. Now we know there's a potential for reaction to flames and fire, we have to be prepared for that in the future."

"I'll be ready. For now, I guess I'll just keep telling him about what things were like when we were kids."

"That'll be better, but don't force it. Just talk naturally about things when they come up in conversation. Don't sit him down for a lecture on the past."

"I hear ya. Colin, is my steak almost done. I'm starving to death over here?" He asked changing his focus.

"Grab a plate and I'll load you up. You can take all the steaks to the table," Colin replied. Blake raced off to get the plate and Colin put his arm out to pull me next to him.

"Is J.J. okay?"

"He's fine. Interesting reaction, though. I'll check with Colleen, but I'm pretty sure fear of fire will prove to be something we can work with."

"You're not thinking of getting the flame thrower, are you?" He joked. "Or burning down one of the houses, just to jog his memories."

"No," I laughed. "Wait! You think the house idea would work?"

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that for plausible deniability if it comes up."

We loaded Blake's plate with the steaks when he returned and we all sat down to dinner together. The kids enjoyed the carrot sticks, chips and burgers and corn on the cob, while the adults had their plates of food, including the potato salad. I guess it's polite to take some of everything. Next time, I'm volunteering to bring the baked potatoes with bacon bits, sour cream and chives. Wait, why is it called sour cream? Not exactly inviting. That's like having mouldy bread or rancid lettuce on the menu. Not exactly a selling point.

We didn't talk to J.J. about the incident with the fire, but did suggest to Blake that he might offer to sleep in J.J.'s room tonight, which was eagerly accepted. I offered to sleep with Colin, and after some negotiation and concessions, was accepted. Just kidding, he was happy to sleep with me, as long as I gave him a massage first.

After the boys headed to bed, much later than J.J.'s normal bedtime, Colin and I checked in on them before we headed for bed ourselves. The two boys were in the same bed looking very angelic together. When they were side by side like this, you could instantly see the family resemblance. J.J. was simply a young version of Blake in almost all aspects. With his academic scores, he's already proving to be as smart as Blake, so I wonder if he'll have the same personality as he matures. I'm already seeing plenty of 10-year-old Blake in 10-year-old J.J. I still wake up sometimes wondering how I'm only 23, and have a teenage son. Now I have two kids. I never thought I'd have any kids, if I'm being honest, now I'm preparing to attend PTA meetings and join the school dance committee and be a chaperone. Wait...did you think I was serious about that PTA and committee thing? Hell no! I'll volunteer for the school trip to London, or to be a parent chaperone for away trips for any teams the boys are on, but I will not be stuck on some gossip committee with a bunch of cackling mothers all trying to be prom queen through their daughter. I wonder how I could become prom queen through either of my sons? I'll look into it.

Colin took my hand as we quietly closed J.J. bedroom door, and we headed for our own room, where I was quickly crowned queen for a night. The King's sceptre seems bigger than I remember.

End of Chapter.

Will Justin be a good chaperone, or will he burst into flames like the BBQ? And what about J.J.? Will his memories come back, or will he forever think he was seven when he was born? The answers to these and...well, fuck, if I get around to it, you'll know. Meanwhile the boys are getting ready for lots of other shit. There's a western trip, a snap visit to a foreign land... pip pip, and a cheery how'd you do, await. A pandemic arrives and life changes. Wait, that one sounds familiar...

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