The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

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Chapter 91

I awoke in the morning feeling exhausted and this time it wasn't from half a night of love making. Once the boys headed off to school, we sat down with Jason and Alex to talk about Colin's proposal. J.P., Matthieu and Andre, said they would give us some privacy and said they would go up to the suspension bridge for a while and return at lunch time.

We discussed the idea in depth and while we all loved the new house, we had to think about how it might affect our future. Jason asked who would buy the new house as it was a fortune. Colin immediately said he would buy it and make sure his will was changed to ensure that I got the house if something happened to him, or to our marriage. Jason and Alex were a little leery about it as it meant giving up their house to become renters.

Alex looked at Colin. "Jason and I would have to pay rent in the new place instead of a mortgage. Does that make sense to throw money away when we could be paying off our own home?"

"Never makes sense to rent if you can afford to buy," Colin said quickly, and my heart sank. "However you wouldn't pay rent at the new house. It would be free and clear except for property taxes at $25,000 a year. But you pay those on your property too. So the most you should have to pay would be your share of the taxes if you really felt like you really wanted to contribute something. Exactly the same use of your money as if you lived here. But if you guys are set on keeping your house, we could separate them back to the way they were. You still move with us, but rent this property at a high enough rate to pay your mortgage and taxes. We really don't have to worry about finances. Money isn't the issue. It's really about us all living in a much larger house," Colin said trying to get us refocused.

"Colin, babe, it kinda is about the money, a bit. If you fund everything, then you own everything. Jason and Alex currently own their own home and would be giving that up and any decision to set it up the way they want it. Even if something happened and they couldn't afford it anymore, they could sell it and take the equity."

"I'd never allow him to lose it, if things went wrong," Colin said quickly.

"I know that sweetie, and that's what I love about you, but sometimes we all have to feel like we have a stake in something. I own part of the Slam'r, a parking lot and the house that Jordan and his Mom live in. Jason and Alex own the majority of the Slam'r and their house. You basically own the rest of the city. I'm not sure what to do. What would you do?"

"Hard for me to answer that with for all of us. I see property as an investment, so I'd put the two houses back as they were and sell them at a profit. We could always try to sell them the way they are first. A 7 bedroom property for 4 million and we all make a profit and keep the place intact. If I looked at the houses with emotions, knowing that they were the first homes that any of you bought, I might keep the properties and try to rent them."

"We could rent them to our friends and charge them enough to be fair, but that would pay the mortgage and allow us to keep them both."

"I'm not sure we'd have much left if they became party houses handed over to renters. Sounds like a frat house and we know how those end up," Jason said sounding concerned. "Screw it, I vote to sell and move. Put all our effort into the new place. Alex and I pay our share of the food, electrical, and taxes and the rest of the money that we normally spend could go into investments that Colin might be able to help us with, so that when we do decide to buy another house of our own, we'd have funds.

"Let's take a vote," Jason said. All in favour of selling and moving?" All of us put our hands up, although Alex was a little less enthusiastic about it. "Okay, decision 1 made. Decision two. Do we split the houses or try to sell them as one big property?" We voted and agreed to try and sell as one house, and if we couldn't get a good price, we'd split them back to the way they were and sell separately.

Colin jumped into action almost immediately, and by noon we had put an offer in on the new house, done the paperwork for J.P. and Mary's new house, and had a realtor over to get the sale of our property started. Colin also called Mary to work with her on the best way to sell her house. He suggested she float a high price first to see what just how soft the market was. She said it was worth roughly $350,000, so he recommended she put in on the market at 450 and gave her tips to get a higher price. Again, when they started on that, I took my ruler out to the lawn to see how fast it was growing. My head was spinning. Buying houses, selling houses, planning to move into a mansion. I had trouble deciding what to put into my Subway sandwiches sometimes and Colin was in the living room spending multi millions as if he were buying underwear. Maybe I was just a dumbass way deep down, despite my great marks in school.

I kinda got excited when we got a call from Antonio's Dad about the offer. They had wanted $7.5 million, but when they heard that it was Colin that was offering to buy it, they immediately settled on his initial offer of $7 million. Made me wonder if we should have offered less, but Colin was pretty sharp and said that they property was already undervalued and we were getting an incredible price. I was shocked when Colin told me that we could have the access to the house in three weeks. The Ambassador would be completely moved out by then, but it would take time to do our renovations before moving in. I guess when you have money, shit just happens. Paperwork started arriving from the lawyers all day, which Colin dealt with, and by the time the boys came home we had two new houses and a realtor ready to put a `for sale' sign on our lawn. Obviously we wanted to talk to the guys first rather than have them be scared and see a for sale sign on the lawn. J.P. and our French friends spent the afternoon at the house and we ordered in pizza for supper once the boys got home. With everything going on, we felt we should all stick around in case Colin needed information from Jason and Alex or J.P. Things were buzzing and when the boys got home, they could sense something was going on. I knew that because Kyle said, "what's going on?" as soon as he got home. Maybe my profession should be mind-reader.

We held off telling them until the pizza and pop arrived. We had put all the pictures of the new house up on the computer and sent them to the TV for the boys to have a visual.

"You're shitting me? We're going to live there? Holy fuck! How big is that place?" Kyle asked, as he and Troy excitedly looked at all the realtor's views of it.

"It has 9 bedrooms, 8 bathrooms, two pools, sauna, steam room and we'll add a foam room like the one we have here. It also has a soundproof media room which is like our own private theatre."

Troy started to cry and we all looked at him a little stunned. "What's up bro, I said as I wrapped my arm around him."

"I was thinking about what my life was like when I met you and what it's like now. I don't deserve all this."

"You deserve all this and more," I told him. "You've had a tough life up to now and despite that you donated money to the church that helped you, without even thinking about it. Who deserves it more than you? You can now be anything you want to be in life."

"But I'm not really doing anything. I used to work full time for you in the parking lot, but now I only do it part time and you're still paying me the same. You should stop paying me as I still have so much money I couldn't spend it all. Maybe give that job to someone else," Troy said going totally off topic.

"So why don't you offer the job to a friend who needs it, and we could pay him to hand out tickets. Maybe pay him a little less to only do it part time and you could both do it that way. But your job is school right now."

"Cool. I can't imagine living in a house like that when so many people are homeless or have nothing," he said sniffing.

"So we help those people. Let's look into it, but it shouldn't stop you from enjoying your life."

"I guess," he said as he leaned in and hugged me.

It was settled. We were moving, with the exact date to be determined, but I knew that even after we took possession we would need time to renovate it.

We sat around and talked as a group after we'd discussed the big news with everyone. Matthieu, Andre and J.P. were excited for us and we chatted excitedly about the changes ahead and what we'd been through so far.

"We have some news too," Alex said as we all sat there together. "The doctor said my cancer is officially in remission. The last intense blasts of chemo were the last. It's over for now and hopefully forever."

All of us exploded in cheers as we congratulated him. It was the best news that we could receive. I cried as I hugged and kissed him hard. I think I might have been overly emotional, but it probably was a combination of everything else that had built up too.

"This calls for a drink!" I said as I raced out to the wine cellar and grabbed a bottle of nice red. To me all the wine looked the same, but Colin had sorted out the good stuff from the cheap stuff, so I grabbed one of the good bottles. It all tasted like crap to me, but this seemed like an occasion for wine over a bellini or appletini. I opened the bottle and poured it out for each of us, including a small amount for Cory who grinned like a clown at a carnival. We toasted to his good health and all our good fortunes so far.

When he smelled the wine, his nose turned up at it and he made a funny face. He tried a sip and then looked around as he kept his mouth closed. "Just spit it back in the glass and go get yourself a pop, buddy." Jason told him quietly. He raced to the kitchen and came back with a grape soda and a new wine glass. He poured it in and then held it up to Jason's glass. It looked similar so he was happy to drink that instead. Now that's good parenting. Let them try alcohol before they're ready and it won't seem so forbidden when they get older and be abused. He learned that from our parents and look how good we turned out. So, that's not the best example, but it usually works.

Alex continued, "So after all this, and losing my friend to his cancer, I've decided that I'd like to become a paramedic. I would be a doctor, but that's like 8 years of school and I can be a paramedic in only a year, maybe year and a half."

"That's fucking cool Alex," smiled Troy. "I think I'd like to be a prostitute."

We all looked at him as he took a sip of wine and then grinned. "What? Getting paid for sex isn't a good idea?" He giggled and then said he actually wanted to be a teacher, which we all agreed would be better than prostitute, although didn't pay as much.

"I'm still going to be a pilot," Kyle said next. "Colin's pilots have been teaching really good at teaching stuff and giving me lots of lessons, so one day maybe I can fly all of us someplace."

J.P. of course said he was going to try to be an actor and model, but that he might like to teach drama or something like that in the mean time to get some experience.

Matthieu and Andre said they were interested in computers or perhaps being like a movie director or something like that in tech stuff. I thought if J.P. became famous, he could use his friends to make his movies. Then Kyle could fly them all to their `on location' shoots. Sounded like a future plan if I ever heard one.

"I'm going to be a veterinarian or a fireman or an astronaut," Cory said as he sipped his grape soda.

"What are you gonna be Justin?" Kyle asked.

It was like a kick to the nuts. I still kinda thought I was something, but it was obvious that others didn't see that. Jason was a club owner. Colin was a business typhoon...or was that supposed to be tycoon? Alex a paramedic, Kyle a pilot, Troy a teacher and me, I was Colin's husband who worked a secret job at the `Q', and stayed home to bake cookies and fuck the pool boy, and I couldn't bake...I had no identity. If someone asked what I did for a living, I could say I owned a parking lot or part owner of The Slam'r, but who was I really? I had to decide who I was and what I wanted to become, and I needed to do it fast before I got lost.

"Umm, I haven't thought about it much. I'm pretty busy with all the things we have on the go around here already," I said hoping that it would suffice for now.

After such a productive day, we all headed to the movies and gorged ourselves on popcorn and junk food. Cory looked positively green and Jason gave him a piggy back ride home as he was exhausted. We all headed to bed early.

The following evening I was feeling a bit claustrophobic and needed to get out for a bit. All the cookies had been baked and the pool boy was satisfied. My apron was in the wash, so I needed to get out of the house before my husband invoked his marital privileges and tried to get me pregnant.

"So what are you up to tonight?" I asked Jason and Alex.

"We're heading to bed early, we have a thing at Cory's school in the morning," Jason said.

"Way to go Dad! Just remember a live sex show isn't appropriate for show and tell," I laughed loudly.

"What are you up to?" Alex quizzed.

"Me? I'm going fishing."

"Huh?"

"I'm going to the club for Jake's new night. `Catch and release'."

"I don't think it's anything special, but from what I understand, when you leave at the end of the night, if you're with someone as you exit and French kiss them, you receive a pass for free cover on your next visit. So you can catch' someone at the door, kiss them and then release, or hopefully take than home for a nice feast. Since Colin is busy with all the house and business stuff, he doesn't want to go out, so I'm going to see what fun I can get up to. Hope I get a free cover pass," I giggled.

I got to the club and pulled up at the front door and allowed threw the valet the keys. "Just keep the keys in the office, Brody. I plan on getting shit faced, so I'll need a cab home, or to someone else's home."

"Have fun, Justin." Brody said as the valet took off in my car.

"Hey, how do you know I'm not Jason?" I grinned.

"I know your car from his," he laughed. "If you ever switch cars, I'm fucked."

I bypassed security and the doorman, ignoring the usual complaints from those lined up who didn't know me. Tonight, I just wanted to be one of the club goers, not an owner, so I didn't even mike up with a radio. I went to a bar where I didn't know the bartender and ordered a drink and paid for it. I figured I could afford it. The club wasn't fully opened up as it was a week night, but the two largest sections were operating which was still impressive. I dragged my ass onto the dance floor and pulled off my shirt. You know what they say, if you got it, flaunt it and baby I still got it. With medication, I should be able to get rid of it by the weekend though. I danced my ass off and said hello to everyone that I knew. More than half thought I was Jason, but that's okay. If I groped the wrong guy, he'd get the blame. The main floor was tons of fun so I stayed off the VIP floor and didn't even think of going up to `Here'. I hugged a few of the waiters I knew and grabbed their asses through their skimpy shorts. With a few guys I wanted to drop to my knees, yank their pants down and free their anacondas. If it wasn't just stuffing down their shorts, then I needed these boys at my place, pronto! As I wandered around with my drink, I noticed a really cute blond guy sitting on one of the stools at a table by himself. He was nursing a Moosehead beer and looking more than nervous and quite lonely. Being the friendly and caring person I am, I had to go over and make sure this cutie was ok. I strolled over to his table.

"Hi!"

"Hi" He said back. We were off to a rip roaring intellectual conversation.

"I'm Justin. I haven't seen you here before."

"Damian," he replied. "I've never actually been here before."

"Are you enjoying it so far?"

"Yeah, it's pretty good. Great music and lights."

"Are you just visiting?" I asked trying to pry information from this chattering devil.

"No, I just turned 19 this week and wanted to come check this place out. I've heard about it, but couldn't get in before."

"You here with friends?"

"Nope, just by myself. I don't really have any friends that would come down here at all."

"Mind if I sit for a bit?"

Damian pointed at the chair and smiled. I sat and called over one of the waiters. "Four Sambuca and two more beers, please."

"So what's wrong with your friends? Don't they like clubs or music or something?"

"Nah, they wouldn't go to a gay bar. Plus I haven't exactly told anyone I'm gay either. Just trying it out to see if I like it."

"Cool. Like a new shirt. If it doesn't fit, you can just hang it back in the closet."

He laughed and took a sip of his beer. "Yeah, something like that. What about you? Do you come here a lot?"

"A fair bit. Love dancing and hanging out with friends. Have you had a chance to look around the club yet?"

"Not really. I just got here about half an hour ago. I wanted to sit back and check it out first."

The waiter appeared with our shots and I paid him. He patted me on the back and smiled. Either he knew I was hitting on the newbie, or he wanted me. "Here's to your first time in `The Slam'r'." We clinked glasses and downed the shot.

"Such a fucking cool name for a bar," he laughed.

"Yeah, they have The Cell'r downstairs if you want to go down and get your rocks off, a VIP floor upstairs, and a super private club called `Here' on the third floor. Plus there's the rooftop patio for smokers and those who want some fresh air without going outside."

"Nice. The place is a lot bigger than I thought."

"It's not fully open either. There's still two sections closed because it's not busy tonight."

"Really? This isn't busy?" He said looking around at the crowd.

"Nah, on the weekends this place is packed. You should come back and see for yourself. You'd probably find lots of new friends here. I'm surprised no one else came up to talk to you yet. Here's to new friends." I said as I raised our second shot and we downed it.

"So what do you do when you're not checking out nightclubs?" I asked.

"I work in a retail store in the mall," he said shyly.

"Cool, which one?"

"Apple."

"Nice. My favorite store. So that makes you a techno geek then?"

"Nah, just a geek," he smiled.

"Here's to cute blond geeks," I said downing our third Sambuca.

"We talked about nothing in particular and I found out that he was basically new to being gay and hadn't really told anyone except his girl friend. When he asked about me, I told him I was out to everyone, but left out details about anything else, like the fact I was married or had identical body doubles if I ever needed a stand in break from someone. He was so fucking cute. He was like a Justin Bieber, only not so goody goody. I told him to finish his beer so we could hit the dance floor. He downed it quickly and I took his hand and dragged him into the middle of the crowd. There were a few incidents where I caught him looking at my bare chest, so I got closer and on a couple of occasions stood behind him and kinda ground my crotch against his ass. He was an okay dancer, but as nervous as a baby seal in Newfoundland, and just about as cute. We stopped after a few dances and went back to the table and had more to drink. I called the waiter over and ordered more beers and several Toblerone shots. Plus I ordered a Toblerone Martini for each of us. Once I had him hooked on the shot, he would definitely want the martini and the Moosehead could be mounted on the wall as the first kill of the night. I could drink these all night they were so fucking yummy. We downed the shots rapidly and he agreed they were the best thing he'd ever tasted.

"Do you know where the shitter is? I gotta take a wicked piss?"

Damn, I gotz me a romantic! I said I'd show him as I had to go to. I kinda did, but I could have waited if I wasn't being such a good host. We got into the bathroom and stood side by side at the urinals. I made a point of standing a half step back from the urinal instead of leaning into it. Hell, what gay guy leans in anyway. This is like window shopping, and if you leave your goods out, others can shop at your store too. I pretended to be looking straight ahead, but my peripheral vision noticed him take a look at my dick as I pissed. See, advertising works. I turned my head slightly and his eyes shot off to the other side giving me a chance to check him out. Nice looking circumcised cock from the few seconds I got to look at it. As I finished and shook, I made a point to step back a bit and pull it out further and give it an extra shake or two while looking to the other side away from my prey, uh...possible new friend. No doubt he looked. I put it away and we washed our hands before returning to the drinks. He was already showing signs of the alcohol, which put him in the lightweight category, although if I didn't slow down and pace myself I might be too drunk to show him everything else that I wanted him to see. We danced a bit more and I decided to show him around the club. We got to the VIP floor and security let us straight up.

"So you're a VIP member here?" Damian asked as he trotted along behind me holding his Toblerone martini.

"Yep. Full access baby. The balconies here have the best view of the whole club, especially the stage and dance floor."

"So what do you have to do to become a member up here?" He said trying to get more information.

"Blow the owner," I laughed. If only he knew how true that was. It wasn't the only way, but it certainly WAS the fastest.

"Really?" He said looking shocked.

"Probably wouldn't hurt, but I think it's mainly a lot of regulars, people who spend money or bring lots of business to the club, who get to be VIP members."

"What about that private club that you mentioned? How do you get to be up there?"

"Be loaded and I think you probably have to go from blowing the owner to full on slut."

"I guess I'll probably not get in there then. I don't really have any money," he giggled. I hoped that meant he was a slut.

We grabbed another couple of Toblerones as I had made a point of dumping part of mine out, so that he would be forced to catch up. We watched the club from the balcony area with dozens of other guys until a cool song came on and I dragged him back to the dance floor. Several people had come up to say hi to me. Most calling me Jason, other's calling me Justin. Fortunately Damian didn't seem to hear them or even notice that my name kept changing. Wait until J.P. moves here. I'll probably be confused, never mind everyone else. Damian was definitely drunk now and when we got back to the dance floor I unbuttoned more of his shirt before pulling it down his arms and removing it. I tucked it into the back of his loose fitting jeans. It also gave me the chance to check out his Aussie Bum underwear. He almost didn't notice he was semi naked. I rubbed up against his tight toned body several times and I was so hard I could have used my dick to hang our shirts on...and a couple 15 pound weights. Once we left the dance floor, he became shy again and pulled his shirt back on over his glistening torso. We went back to our table and had another drink.

"I should probably go soon. I think I'm getting pretty drunk," he admitted. "I've had a great time meeting you though. I hope we can do it again sometime."

"So why rush off. Would you like to go back to my place, have another drink and maybe get to know each other better where we can actually hear each other?"

"I probably shouldn't," he said.

"Why not? You're out to meet new friends and I only live a short distance away." I found out he lived in Burnaby, which was almost 30 minutes away by cab. "I have had fun tonight and I'd hate it to end so soon. Do you have to get up early in the morning or something?"

"No, I have tomorrow off. That's why I came down tonight," he admitted.

"So let's go hang out for a bit. We can grab a couple slices of pizza on the way home. What do you like to drink? I could buy some off sales."

"Too bad they don't sell this Toblerone in a case. I'd take that home with me. Otherwise I'm fine with Moosehead."

"Okay, wait here, I'll be right back."

I ran to the assistant bar manager and told him to get me a six pack of Moosehead and to make six Toblerone martini's and put them into one of our large travel mugs from the Grind'r that we had for sale. I told him where I was sitting and to charge it to my account. I raced quickly back to Damian. One thing I learned at the club is that if you leave a hot drunk boy unattended, someone will try to scoop him up and this ice cream was all mine! I needn't have worried though, he was sitting watching the dance floor and drinking his beer.

"They'll bring the drinks over in a few minutes. So you wanna go hang out with me for a bit?"

"Sure why not. You seem like a cool guy. You're not a serial killer or anything are you?"

"Not on a weeknight. Damn boy, even serial killers need time off ya know."

He laughed and once our drinks arrived in a bag, we got up to head out. Just before we got to the door, I leaned in and told him, "So I know we just met, but this is Catch and Release night. If we French kiss each other on the way out, we get passes to get back without cover next time. On the weekend that would save us 10 bucks, if you're up to it."

"Yeah. I'd be oaky with that, but I smell of alcohol," he warned. How adorable. Wonder what he'll say when he's getting rimmed. As we got to the door and I saw security with the passes, I leaned in and kissed Damian full on and pushed my tongue into his mouth. He kissed me back, but it was a very inexperienced kiss. No matter, he at least did it. The doorman handed Damian a pass, but because I didn't need one, he wasn't going to give me one, but I stuck out my hand anyway. He smiled and handed it over. Once we got outside, I saw Brody and told him to just keep my car safe until morning.

"Do you want me to have it delivered to your house tonight?" He offered.

"No thanks, Brody. I'm good."

"Wow, you must really be a VIP if they'd drop your car off for you."

"Brody's a good friend. I've known him since we were in school together." It was certainly the truth. I handed Damian the second free cover pass, explaining that I didn't need it since VIP's didn't pay cover. Neither did the owners, but for now, we'd leave that out of the mix. We hailed one of the cabs waiting and had him take us back to the house, stopping and buying a few slices of pizza on the way. We were both starving and more than a little drunk. We got home and the place was a tomb. Everyone was in bed already, so I took Damian down to the activity room.

"Nice house dude. Do you still live with your parents?" Hmmm, sometimes Colin felt like my Daddy more than my husband, but no, he definitely wasn't my parent. "No, I share with several other guys." See how you can manipulate the truth without lying. `Don't try that at home, I'm what you call...an expert.' We plopped down on the couch and cracked open a beer to have with our pizza. I ran to the kitchen and put the large mug of Toblerone and the other beer in the fridge to keep them cool, and brought down a few napkins for the pizza. We hung out and talked for a while and even had a game of pool.

"Feel like hitting the hot tub," I offered.

"I'd have to borrow a pair of shorts if that's okay."

"Feel free to go in your birthday suit, it you want. We usually do," I offered.

"I'm not sure I could do that. I could just stay in my underwear then."

"No, I've got some shorts. Hang on and I'll run and get some." I raced upstairs to the bedroom and got a couple pair for us. I figured if he wasn't going naked, then maybe I shouldn't either. I let him change in the bathroom, and while he was in there I quickly changed as well. He came out looking super sexy in the shorts and we climbed into the hot tub with our beers. He lay back and sank into the water and put his head on the edge of the deck.

"God, this feels good. I might just fall asleep in here." Damian admitted.

"Don't worry, I won't let you drown. It's a bitch on the insurance if that happens."

"I'm glad I met you tonight," Damian admitted. "I was really nervous at first, but I think you made it a lot more fun. Although I hadn't planned on getting this drunk."

"Getting drunk is what makes it so much more fun," I laughed as I held up my beer and we tapped them together and chugged a bit more. I had to admit that I was feeling more than a little drunk myself. I was going to sleep like the dead tonight. I shuffled closer to him and put my hand on his leg. "I'm glad I met you too though. Nice to meet people and make new friends."

He smiled and made no attempt to move my hand off his thigh, so I stroked him a bit more. I moved my hand up his stomach towards his nipple and he trembled. "Geez, are you cold? Sorry, I should have turned on the patio heaters first."

"No, I'm fine. Just a little nervous. I've never done anything like this before."

"Like what?" I asked to get more information.

"Been drunk in a hot tub at someone's house that I just met," he said turning to look at me with his piercing blue eyes. He looked so hot under the night sky.

"Well, it's a total rush for me too. I love sitting out here, letting the cool air hit my chest with the warm water. Plus being next to a hot guy while we down a few pops is cool too." I decided to move in and see what would happen. I slowly moved close to him like a guy on a first date with a teenage girl. He knew what was coming and froze as he watched me approach. I put my arm around his back and then pressed my lips to his for our second kiss of the evening. He kissed back again and we held it for a little longer than the first time, allowing our tongues to explore each other. He was trembling again and I pressed tighter to see if that would help his nerves, but he pulled back slightly.

"Sorry, I'm really nervous and maybe the cold air is making me shiver a bit too. The warm water feels good on my back though. It was sore earlier, but this is making it feel amazing."

Now I had no idea if that was a rehearsed line or something, but it was a perfect lead in to allow me to make the next move. "If you want, we can go back inside and I could massage your back while it's still all loosened up from the hot water."

"I dunno. I couldn't ask you to do that," he said as he took another sip of his drink.

"It's no big deal, I do it for my roommates all the time. I'm pretty good at massages, although I am a bit drunk, so hopefully I don't fall asleep while I do it."

"Just go change into your underwear and we can go lie down on the bed. If we fall asleep, then at least we're not lying in the middle of the floor when my roommates get up." He agreed and I jumped out and got us both towels. He ran off to the bathroom to dry off and change. He came back in his Aussie Bum underwear, carrying his wet swim shorts. I just had him drop them into the container on the deck and took him upstairs to a spare bedroom. "Just lie face down and I'll get the baby oil, which will make it feel better." He flopped onto the bed and put his head on the pillow. Fuck he was so cute, not a mark on him and a small bubble butt that I couldn't wait to see, if he'd let me get that far. I got a couple of towels and then sat beside him as I poured a little oil on his shoulders and back and rubbed it in. "Where is it sore the most?"

He moved his hand to his lower back and showed me. "Right in there, but my neck is also sore a little too."

I put both hands on his neck as I sat up to apply pressure. His skins was soft but firm and he felt nice to the touch, although my head was going about a thousand miles an hour as I was pretty loaded and my cock was straining to come out and play. I worked down his back and pressed into his muscles as I went. He moaned and I felt him relax a little as I worked on him from neck to lower back. As soon as I touched his back just above the waistband of his underwear, he tensed up a bit, so I moved up again and did his arms and shoulders. I sat at the side of him by his legs and poured oil on them as I worked from his ankles to his thighs, occasionally slipping my hand under the edge of his shorts to touch the lower part of his butt cheeks. Then I straddled him and pushed harder on his back, making sure that my bulge pressed against his ass. We were cotton to cotton and he was relaxed as I made sure to focus his attention on where my hands were. He was so drunk and so relaxed that I think he almost fell asleep. I got off him and sat to the side again.

"Okay, turn over, let's do the chest and shoulders next."

"Uhh, I'm okay." He said a little groggily.

"Don't worry. I won't tickle you or anything. You might as well get the whole experience since you're already enjoying it."

He slowly turned over and tried to adjust his package as he did it. I could see that he had a nice firm outline protruding along his shorts. A drunk gay boy getting a massage will always have one affect, and he was showing me that I was doing a good job. He put his arm over his eyes and I poured oil on his chest and began to rub it in. He had perfect nipples, about the size of a nickel and great abs on his toned body. I sat to the side to begin the massage, similar to what I had done before. I worked up and down his arms and shoulders, and then down his chest to his stomach. He stopped breathing for a second as my baby finger slipped under the waistband of his shorts and felt the coarse pubic hair. I ran it along the length of his stomach and back before moving up again. I then repeated my action and went down under the elastic once more, just gently, but enough to let him know I was there. He stopped breathing again and I saw his dick jump at my touch. Moving between his legs I added more oil to them and worked up his slightly hairy legs making sure to get every muscle until I got to the bottom of his shorts. I push my fingers under them at the sides and went right up and massaged his hips. He didn't flinch or move at all. As I came back down, I moved my hands closer to the top and pressed at his pelvic bone. I deliberately avoided his cock for now, although I could see it twitching regularly. As my hand slipped out the bottom of his shorts, I reached over the side of the bed and grabbed the small towel. I placed it over his crotch and went to lift his waistband up to pull down his shorts. He moved his hand to stop me.

"It's okay. Just relax. I just don't want to get oil on your shorts. We should have taken them off at the beginning, sorry. I continued to pull and he just let me, especially when he saw the towel covering him. I carefully lifted the band high enough to allow his cock to slip free and I pushed the edge of it with my finger to be able to get the shorts down. I pulled them off him, being careful to keep the towel in place for now. I added more oil to his thighs and then pushed up under the towel to get to the parts that had been missed. I brushed against the edge of his balls and the side of his cock and Damian gasped as I did it. His hand was back over his eyes. I wanted to see the rest of him, so I lifted the left side of the towel and folded it over the top of his cock, baring his hip and partial pubes. I rubbed him there for a while, before doing the same with the other side. All that was left between me and his cock was a small mound of hand towel, probably not covering more than a thong. I pushed it up slightly toward his stomach allowing his balls to come into sight. They were hairless and he appeared to have shaved them, but he might just be naturally smooth. Because he was obviously rock hard, the balls were tight in the sack and look like a baseball. I carefully poured oil into my hand and then slowly moved my hand to his balls, cupping them gently as I massaged back and forth over them.

"Want me to finish the massage?" I whispered quietly to him as I slid my hands all the way up his body and back down. His dick answered for him as the mound of towel moved. I slowly pulled it away to reveal a beautiful 7 inch cut cock. He had trimmed his pubes, but still had a fair amount; just enough to make him look hot. I ran my open palm along the length of his shaft as it lay pointing up towards his face. He put the second hand over his eyes and stopped breathing entirely. I took this as a good sign, either that or he'd gone into cardiac arrest and I'd better hurry up and finish before I called 911. I took hold of his steel shaft and massaged the length of it as I lifted it up from his body. He took a deep breath as I jacked his cock and massaged his balls. He even spread his legs a little to allow me better access. He was mine now, drunk and all. But I wasn't ready to let him off quite that easy.

"Turn over, let's do your butt and massage the glutes." He quickly turned, almost thankful to have his erection hidden from view. I spread his legs wide and sat between them, looking down at the perfect smooth globes as I poured more oil onto them. I rubbed it in and let my fingers run down between his legs to touch the back of his balls. I worked up from there along the length of his ass crack, making sure to get my fingers in while gripping his cheeks firmly as I massaged him. I ran my hands up his back and then back down over his crevice to his balls and thighs again. He was squirming each time I touched his ass, so I decided to focus on it a bit more. As I pulled a cheek apart and dripped a bit of oil into the crack, and massaged him deeper. I pushed right up to his anus and fingered across it. He jumped, but I didn't give him time to respond as worked up his back and lay my cloth covered bulge between his ass cheeks. My cock was screaming to be released and I could feel the precum wetting the shorts. I lowered my face to his back and kissed him. He shivered slightly at my touch, but I kept kissing and then licking along his spine, getting lower and lower. I finally had my tongue at the top of his ass crack, so it was now or never. I placed one hand one each cheek and massaged them as I pulled each one apart to expose his hole. I moved my tongue down his crack and along the length of his ass. He gasped and his whole body shook. I licked all the way to his balls and then back up again to the top of his crack.

"You okay?" I whispered.

He only nodded. I smiled to myself as I continued to work my tongue into his ass. My hands worked as much of his body as they could reach, making sure to keep him focused on as much as possible and enjoy the sensations. As I licked down his ass again, I finally had to get out of my shorts, so I pulled them off and kicked them away. As I licked his hole, I moved from where I was kneeling and placed one leg over his and rested my cock against it, so he could feel it. I used my hard shaft to slide up and down his leg, while the hands worked his ass and lower back. There would be no mistaking what was rubbing his leg. I grabbed the lube and poured some directly into his hole as well as on my cock. I coated myself and then used a finger at his entrance. I pushed slightly and felt him give way to allow a little of the lube to get at the place it was needed. Smiling to myself at how relaxed he was, I got between his legs as I moved my hands to do his neck and shoulders again. As I leaned forward to apply pressure, I made sure my cock was resting firmly between his cheeks and I slid up and down along the length of it as I worked his upper back. Then I lay down on him and began nibbling on his ear. He was so relaxed that he just sighed and let me do it. I went slowly and gently while continuing to work my cock up and down his ass. This was fucking incredible. We were both pretty drunk and he was relaxed to the point that I thought at one point he might have fallen asleep. I lifted my ass up and reached down to move my cock so that it was stabbing against his hole. I hadn't expected much yet, except to let him get used to the feel of it, but as I pushed and his ass gave way, I couldn't stop myself. He moved his hand back to try and stop me, but I pulled it away and held his hands firmly above his head to keep him in place. Before he could react again, I pushed firmly into him and kept going until I was fully inside and laying on top of him. Now it was my turn to gasp. He was as smooth as a baby's bottom...wait, bad simile in this case...He was as smooth as a politician at election time. I had driven my cock into what I figured was a virgin boy. He squirmed from the unexpected intrusion and tried to move, but the combination of being drunk, relaxed and having my weight on him, was holding him in place. I began to fuck him and it was incredible. His ass was almost made for my cock. It was molded perfectly around my shaft as I fucked in and out of him. I put my hands under his arms and pressed against the back of his head as I forgot about the massage and just fucked him. He was panting and sweating, and on a few deep hard thrusts, he groaned partially from pain, but hopefully mostly in pleasure.

"Fuck baby, you're incredible. That is the most amazing ass I've ever been in." It was at least in the top 5. I continued to fuck him and after what seemed like forever, I just allowed myself to fill him up with wave after wave of my hot Justin Juice. (Now available in new baby oil flavor). I needed more, so I kept fucking until my dick popped out. I pulled back and massaged his back for a few seconds as if we'd never stopped.

"Turn over." He did quickly, probably thankful that my dick was out of his ass. He may not feel it now but he would know I was in there when he sobered up. His hands went back over his eyes. There was a very visible wet spot on the bed where he had been leaking, and his cock was still rock hard. I owed him some relief now, so I took his throbbing cock into my mouth and drove it all the way to the back of my throat and gave him a blowjob to remember. Well one he would have remembered if he wasn't liquored to the tits. The more I sucked on his hard pole, the more he squirmed and I knew he wouldn't last long. He needed one last thing since he was so into it. I grabbed the lube coated his dick and sat on it. I took him easily and leaned down to move his hands off his eyes. I looked at his cute face and leaned in to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around my back and hugged and kissed me. He was so drunk that I don't think he knew what he was doing.

"Fuck me baby, thrust yourself into me. Do what you came here for." I felt him move his hips as he took control of my ass. I smiled as we continued to kiss. "God yeah. Do it baby. Blow your load. Let me feel it."

Damian moved his hips up and down and as he got more worked up, he went faster and faster. "Oh Jesus, I'm gonna cum."

"Yeah, baby, DO it! Shoot that load. Give me everything," I panted in his ear. He griped me hard and shoved his hips up and into me. He grunted and I could feel his cock throbbing as he filled me up. He felt so good inside me that I had boned up again. It was time for Damian to have another experience. As we separated, I took a towel and wiped his dick dry. Then I coated my own hard cock and quickly put his legs over my shoulders and slammed back inside him. He had taken me once and I wanted him again. I pushed his legs right back and leaned down to press my lips hard against his as I pounded the stuffing out of him. I could see his face contorting with pain as he tried to wiggle off me, but I held him firmly. As I got ready to cum, I really wanted to blast it into him, but even more than that I wanted to do something else. I yanked my dick out roughly and he grimaced a bit as his ass slammed shut. I dropped his legs, jumped over his chest and aimed my dick at his mouth. I pulled his lips apart and pushed my cock into him and jerked myself furiously until I came. His eyes flew wide open as I juiced him. Not a Toblerone martini, but just about as delicious. The look on his face was priceless. It was the `what do I do?' look that almost every guy has when taking his first load. I made a fatal mistake and after I pulled out; I leaned down close to him and grinned.

"If you love me, you'll swallow it," I said as sweetly and seductively as I could. He looked directly into my eye and right through me. He smiled and swallowed and then I saw tear roll down his cheek.

"Are you okay?" I asked wondering if I'd just gone too far with him.

"Yeah, that was unbelievable. I had no idea it would be like that." He said; his emotions in overdrive. "I love you Justin."

Uh oh! The drunk, first sex experience overload and the over emotional, `I love you.'

"You're just drunk baby. Trust me in the morning you'll feel differently."

"I don't think so. I love you, you're so special and amazing and cute. I can't believe that a guy like you would be interested in me. I always wondered what my first gay experience would be like and it was a thousand times better than I ever fantasized it could be. Can we keep going?"

"Tell you what. Let's go take a quick shower and go to bed. We both need a large glass of water so we don't have a headache." My head was reeling partially from the alcohol, and partially from the fact I made the rookie mistake of being a drunk guys first gay sex romp. Normally it's best that they're sober for that experience.

He nodded and I took him naked to the bathroom and washed the oil off him and scrubbed his ass. It was such a hot ass that it took all my willpower not to push him against the wall and enter the sweet tunnel again. He was so drunk I had to help him stand up a little, so I made the shower quick and dried him off. We went back to bed and he curled around me as we fell asleep. Maybe it was more like passed out. I awoke to a commotion and Jason burst into my room.

"Justin, wake up."

I pried my eyes open. "Please tell me the house is on fire or there's an alien space ship stealing our pot."

Damian looked up and saw Jason standing there and then looked at me. He groaned and put his head back on the pillow probably wondering if he was still drunk and seeing double.

"What was in that coffee cup in your fridge?"

"Which coffee cup?" I said barely conscious.

"The large one from the Grind'r. It smells like alcohol."

"Oh yeah. It's Toblerone Martini. Damian and I never got to it so I stuck it in there to keep it cold."

"Well Cory got into it this morning. He drank half of it and thinks it's really good chocolate milk."

"Oh fuck!" I laughed. "I bet that gave him a surprise."

"Dude, I have a seriously drunk 10 year old on my hands. Do you think I should take him to the hospital? How much was in the mug?" There was the equivalent of 6 martinis, so if he drank half, he'll be drunk, but I wouldn't take him to hospital or we're gonna have serious shit to deal with." I got out of bed and pulled on some underwear to head downstairs with him. "What was he doing in our kitchen anyway? Doesn't he normally have breakfast in your place?"

"Yeah, but we were out of milk, so I sent him over here to get some. He found the `chocolate milk'."

"Fuck, I'm sorry Jason. I had no idea that he'd drink it."

When we got to the kitchen, Cory was sitting at the table between Kyle and Troy who were killing themselves laughing as Cory acted up in a drunken stupor. I looked in the cup and it wasn't as bad as I thought. He had maybe had a third of it. I told Jason and he looked visibly relieved.

"I'll call the school and tell them he's sick for the day," Jason said. "Cory, you should go back up to bed, buddy. No school for you today.

"That's good `cause my head feels heavy and I think I wanna stay and play with Troy."

"Troy's going to school, buddy. It's just you and me today, but you need a glass of water and back to bed."

"Okay Mom," he giggled and then burped loudly and giggled some more. He headed off and Jason called the school. Troy and Kyle asked if they could have some chocolate milk for school and laughed as they ran to the garage.

"Fuck, I'm really sorry Jason. I guess we better hide any alcohol from now on."

"Looks like he'll be okay. Just something else to add to the list for Sheila. I can't imagine what she's gonna think of me after this. So who's the boy in your bed?"

"His name is Damian. First timer. Boy is probably still drunk."

"Nice Justin. Popping cherries on drunk boys now?" Jason said as he gave me a disapproving look.

"Yeah, duh! It took me half the night to get him drunk enough to pop. He's liable to tell me that he's a straight boy when he wakes up. A straight boy with a sore ass."

"Slut," he said shaking his head with a slight smile and headed off to take care of his drunk kid. I strolled upstairs and saw Cory's clothes on the floor by the bedrooms. He was supposed to have gone through to Jason's place where his own bedroom was located. My blood went cold. I hoped he hadn't crawled into bed with my guest. That would be seriously hard to explain to Damian.

I ran upstairs and found him asleep on the sling in the spare room. He was lying on his side sucking his thumb, buck naked. Christ, please don't let child services show up right now. I raced back downstairs to call for Jason. He went upstairs with me and we both stood at the door grinning at him looking adorable on the sling. I never knew he still sucked his thumb, but it seriously was the sweetest thing I'd ever seen.

"As cute as that is, we gotta get him back to his own bed," Jason said chuckling. "Cory buddy, wake up. Let's get you back to bed."

"Awww, can't I stay on the hammohock? It's comfy."

"Another day bud, but for the next little while, we need to get you into your own bed." He helped him up and a naked Cory stumbled down the stairs holding Jason's hand.

"Good luck bro. Once my date goes home, I'll come over and see how you're doing." I headed back to bed and climbed in beside Damian. I took another look at him under the covers and smiled. He was as cute in the morning as he was at night. I reached around and grabbed his dick and stroked until he responded and was hard. Then I pushed him on his back and gave him a morning blowjob. He moaned appreciatively, but other than that he didn't move, not even when he fired his jizz down my throat. I think he was partially awake, but mainly asleep. I decided to see just how asleep, so I rolled him on his side and grabbed the lube. I poured a little on my finger and rubbed it into his crack, before gave my shaft a heavy coating. I lifted Damian's top leg over mine and wiggled up against his ass and pushed myself against his hole. He resisted a bit, but like last night, I firmly pushed my cock all the way into him. He groaned and tried to move forward, but I held his hip and fucked his tight bubble butt. He was so smooth and his ass cheeks were so tight and rubbery, that I literally bounced off him. I reached up to his chest and pinched his nipples as I fired my load into him. Either this boy was going to get drunk at the Slam'r every night from now on, or it would cure him of drinking forever. I guess I'd find out when he really woke up. We went back to sleep, well I went back to sleep, for another few hours. I'm not sure he actually woke up. I knew he was awake when I felt him playing with my cock sometime later. I looked down and he had pushed the covers off himself and had his hand around my hard shaft looking at my dick up close as if he were memorizing it. I moved my hand and put it on his head. He jumped a mile and let go of me.

"Sorry, I just wanted to touch a cock and look at it," he stammered.

"Don't apologize. Keep going. I could use a nice blowjob."

"What do I do?" He asked looking up at me.

"Just do what you want. Grab hold of it like you were doing. Then when you're ready, kiss the tip, try taking it in your mouth and suck on it. Just watch the teeth. Cover them with your lips." He played with my cock gently as if it were an eggshell. He slowly put his tongue out and touched it to the side of my tip and when he didn't find it offensive he tried more and more until he had the tip in his mouth. He took it into his mouth and I heard him gag as it got to the back of his throat. "When it gets that deep baby, just relax your throat and swallow. The cock will go right down. Then pull back so you can breathe." He took a few more attempts at it and he wasn't bad. He stopped after a while and came back up and lay facing me with a smile on his face.

"How are you feeling this morning?"

"I have a headache and my ass is really sore. Kinda itchy almost."

"Would you like a Tylenol and some water?"

He nodded, so I raced to the bathroom and filled up the glasses and brought both of us a couple of Tylenols. "That should help with the headache and hangover. As for the ass. Just put a bit of lotion on it when you get home and it'll be fine."

"Did I fall down or something?" He asked looking at me curiously.

I laughed. "No babe. You lost your virginity...three times."

"You fucked me?"

"We fucked each other. Want me to do it again so you can remember it?"

"No. I hadn't planned on doing this at all. Did I enjoy it?"

"I think so. I fucked you then you fucked me. Then this morning I fucked you again. You came each time, so I'm guessing you liked it. Do you remember anything?"

"Sure, I remember dancing and I think we came here by cab and had pizza, and possibly a hot tub. Damian said as his eyes darted all over my face as if he were trying to remember me.

"Well it would seem a shame for you to forget your first fuck. Now that you're awake, maybe I should give you another one for the road." I leaned in to kiss him and he smiled and let my tongue enter his mouth. He kissed back and tried to duplicate my moves. I rolled on top of him and moved my hips to grind myself against him. It didn't take long before he was hard again. It was time to give him a fuck that he would remember for a long time. I put his legs back on my shoulders and put a bit of lube on my cock as I aimed it as his hole. As I pushed, I felt him clamp down. I smiled and realized that he was no longer drunk or half asleep. "Just relax baby. You did great last night." I pressed my face to his to distract him and slammed my cock hard to get it passed the ring and deep inside his tight well lubed hole. He cried out and almost bit me as I fucked him.

"Just relax and any pain turns to pleasure in a few minutes." I fucked him slowly at first and then as he got into it, I sat up grabbed his cock in one hand and jerked him off as I fucked him harder and faster. I wanted him to walk funny when we were done and remember this night. I pounded the stuffing out of him and had to yank him back down the bed a few times as I was literally bouncing his head off the headboard. He was looking like he might be ready to unload, so I increased the pressure on his cock and slammed deep into him.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" he announced loudly. "His white stream blasted out of him and covered his chest. I smiled and let my juice fill him up for the fourth time in the few hours I'd known him.

"Damn, you're hot Damian," I panted as I lay down on him and spread his cum all over our chests. We were breathing too heavy to kiss, but once we slowed down we locked lips for a couple minutes, before I dragged him to the shower.

As I washed his back and ass, he turned to face me and stared at my face. "Umm, I must have had a lot to drink last night and I'm sorry but I can't remember your name," he said almost apologetically. I tried not to laugh.

"It's Justin," I replied.

"Right thanks. I had an awesome time with you. Can I see you again?"

"Of course. Last night was tons of fun. You're a great dancer, hot body and a super sweet ass."

"I should get going. Can you call me a cab when we're done so I can get home?"

"I can drive you," I offered but he insisted that a cab would be fine. We had a quick breakfast while we waited for the cab to arrive and he literally ran out of the house. I wondered if I would actually see him again or if he'd go home and hide back in the closet. Colin strolled down almost as soon as he'd left.

"How was your date?" He grinned.

"Hardly a date. A newbie with a need to be fucked hard and put away wet."

"I was a little worried when you didn't get into bed last night, and especially since I didn't see your car in the garage, but fortunately your shoes were at the door and pizza and beer empties on the table.

"Shit, I'm sorry babe. I should have let you know I was home. I was pretty drunk, but that's no excuse," I said as I kissed him and gave him my puppy dog eyes.

"That's okay. I was only worried for a few seconds and actually saw you fucking the hell out of him. Was he even awake?"

"I think so, but his ass was too fine to pass up. You should have joined in."

"I like my guys to know that I'm in them. Speaking of which..." he slapped my ass. "I need a shower." I followed him to the bathroom and I gave up my ass for my cute husband. He was still better than a one night fuck. Each time he touched me my whole body tingled. I can't begin to explain the different feelings between sex with Colin and sex with random strangers. I guess one was just a way to get off and release pent up sexual energy; the other was two halves becoming one. Corny, I know but that's how I felt. I still loved finding a shirt of his on the floor and smelling it. It's like those cheesy porn films, where they guy finds a used pair of underwear on the floor of a guy he's crushing over and jacks off to the smell of it. But when I smelled Colin's shirts, it gave me a bone every time.

The days went by and all of us were out on the pool deck hanging out after breakfast when the weekend began. We were under attack. "Get `em," yelled the small voice from above.

Dozens of water balloons began flying at us from the deck. Cory and Troy were bombarding us with their arsenal. We all took cover under the deck and planned our response. Jason and Colin ran in the house to the garage to get the water pistols while J.P. and Kyle ran back into the yard as targets. They stood their ground and managed to catch a few balloons and fling them back causing shrieking from above. The guys returned with 6 super soakers, which we quickly filled from the garden hose. We managed to keep hidden under the deck while J.P. and Kyle distracted our two attackers. Once we were ready, Matthieu, Andre, Jason, Colin, Alex and me raced out from under the deck and opened fire on the guys. J.P. and Kyle ran into the house and flanked the guys from behind. They carried them down over their shoulder like a fireman and put them down in the back yard. Cory was giggling and shrieking like a hundred little girls. Actually it was Troy making those noises. Cory was just giggling uncontrollably. Jason grabbed Troy by the front of the pants, shoved the super soaker into the top of them and opened fire. He made more shrieking noises as the cold water soaked his crotch. He was bombarded by more jets of water from every angle.

"Do me next," Cory giggled as he watched Troy being attacked. Jason grabbed Cory by the front of the pants and soaked him just like he had with Troy. Cory got away and Benedict Andre gave his super soaker to Cory so he could fight back. The water fight got out of control as someone grabbed the hose and used it directly, while others got on the side of the pool and used their hands to throw water everywhere. We were having a great time just being guys and by the time it was over everything within sight was dripping wet, including all of us. After drying off and changing, we decided to show our Quebec visitors more of Vancouver and hit all the major tourist spots, including Grouse Mountain, which was always a favorite as the sights from up there were awesome. We hit Stanley Park and got pictures of the guys in front of the Lion's gate bridge. We packed as much into the day as we could and snacked almost everywhere we went, including the Aquarium. It still have a bug up my ass about them selling fish and chips at the concession stand. Where are these fish coming from? Seriously, I worry about this. Save the fish! Save the fish! What's next? Beluga tacos. Dolphin falafels or Otter pancakes. We all liked the new penguin exhibit though. That was awesome.

Over the next couple weeks, Matthieu and Andre headed home with J.P. and despite bitching, we sent them home on our plane and saw them off at the airport. Once they boarded, the bitching stopped. If you've never flown in a gulfstream, I highly recommend it. The plan was for J.P. and Mary to return in two months, just before Christmas. Colin insisted that he be allowed to help with the moving expenses arrange a mover to pack everything to leave Mary with a lot less to worry about.

Sheila was due to return home in a couple of weeks, so Jason and Alex were starting to spend time at her house to get Cory used to going back home. It was going to be a sad day for all of us as we'd gotten used to him being around and wondering what he was going to get up to next.

I had pitched our idea of the Q Academy originally to the Vancouver chapter and both Colin and I had been invited to the official vote of the Executive committee. While technically we could have just funded the school through the national funds received, we wanted the Vancouver chapter to make it their main project. At the meeting, they asked many questions about where the students would come from and how big we thought it might get. When we told them the capacity of the school, they were naturally concerned about how expensive it might get. We assured them that we would keep the expenses manageable and that anything they contributed from the Vancouver chapter, the head office would match it, and that Colin and I would also be investing heavily. They did ask if they could tap students for membership in the Q once they reached the minimum age of 16. We agreed and it was decided that a separate committee be set up to study which students might be valuable members before randomly tapping them as a pledge. It seemed like a good way to get the Q really involved with the Academy and the students involved with something fun, like a secret society. The motion was passed unanimously and the funds approved.

I had been sticking close to Colin when he went places as I didn't want him off on his own after the kidnapping. I was trying to be subtle about it, but I think he knew why I didn't let him out of my sight when we were in public. I worked side by side with him on getting the school ready, including advertising to promote it. The principal, Mr. Filmont, said it was working, as the phones were ringing off the hook and he believed we were well on our way to doubling the number of students from the current 200. He also said there were probably going to be at least 20 students in housing by the time the Academy opened officially. Several were coming from Alberta and others from around B.C. I was thrilled and most of the teachers were already in place. I had only had to give up my ass to get one of them so far. Well my ass and Jason's. Colin and I were heading to talk to a Brody about becoming the assistant coach at the Academy. He had been mentioning that he'd like to do something different now and sports had always been his interest. ADAM was in overdrive searching for stories about kids being bullied or in need of our help in Canada. I felt like a superhero as we put our incredible resources to work to make the school something special, but at the same time not to grow it too quickly until we were comfortable that it was running properly.

The six of us made an appointment to go and see the new house and met the Ambassador and Antonio for another tour. We found that there was a basement under the indoor pool, which had a wine cellar and cold storage pantry for extra food. There was also a large walk in freezer down there. I tapped the walls looking for the secret tunnel or panic room. So far...nothing. Apparently this space wasn't included in the square footage of the house as it was considered a basement and uninhabitable. It would be my sex dungeon. Muah ha ha. Actually, wait...that's a good idea. The open concrete space would be my sex dungeon. I would put the sling in there and buy other stuff to go with it. I made a note to add that to the renovations. I didn't tell Colin about it yet. Kyle and Troy picked their rooms, and at first, they picked the ones that connected to a shared bathroom, but we quickly talked them into taking one with an ensuite and saving the other ones for guests. When Kyle saw the master bedroom on the upper floor he said he would take that one. Needless to say, he had to pick another one. Jason and Alex got to choose first and they picked the one at the end of the hall with the large wraparound balcony. The room was easily the size of an apartment and the bathroom was enormous. It had double sinks, large tiled shower and separate oversize Jacuzzi tub, as well as the bidet and toilet. The other bathrooms also had bidets and walk in showers, but were nowhere near as big. The bedrooms were easily double the size of the ones the boys had now, so they were excited as they planned how they wanted to decorate them. Everywhere we went in the house we made notes and plans and I was beginning to think this was way more house than we could handle. We would need a staff just to vacuum and dust it. But when we thought of the possibilities of things we could do there, it made it all seem worthwhile. There was a full security system which Colin seemed interested in and the Ambassador told us that the house had actually been upgraded with fortified windows.

"What's a fortified window?" Troy asked as he listened.

"Basically bulletproof," Colin explained in layman's terms. The Ambassador said it also had a few other features that we should be aware of and offered to have them removed before we took occupancy if we wanted. Colin convinced the Ambassador to leave everything after he told him of the kidnapping. He assured him that he had a full technical staff to review it so that we were familiar with everything. The more I learned about the place, the more I thought I might need a degree to understand it. After the tour, we headed home excitedly babbling about all the things we had seen. It was now just a waiting game for the house to become available in a week. Meanwhile there were lots of other things coming along. The first of which was Colin's birthday.

End of Chapter. So much going on...I think we're going to need a vacation after the move into the new house and the Academy opens. Comments and suggestions always welcome. outinwest@gmail.com