The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

And now for a recap of the story so far...

You're kidding right? It's 101 chapters long...let's keep moving. Even I can't remember all that!

Chapter 102

"There is one thing that I would like to ask you to consider while you wait," said the Social worker as she closed her folder and looked at us. "We are in need of foster parents from time to time to help with children in need."

I'd seen these ads on TV. They show some poor kid in Africa covered in flies, eating rice out of a bowl on the ground with their fingers while their ribs are showing, looking all pathetic. It was heartbreaking yet somehow, it all seemed like such bullshit. You donate your money and 80% of it goes to administrators and do gooders long before it got to the child. Call me cynical, but send the parents a jumbo jet full of condoms and help them solve the population problem. If they only had one child to look after instead of a whole litter, maybe they'd stand a chance. Ouch, that seemed harsh even for Justin (aka Darth) Vader. `ObiWan never told you what happened to your father'...so we're putting you up for adoption...

Now where the hell was I? My mind goes off on these treks, once day it's just not gonna come back I'm sure. I'm probably a candidate for Alzheimer's medication already. Right, she was talking to us about becoming foster parents. That's the only reason she was here. She saw we were rich and wants us to fund the program and keep them all employed.

"I know that you're looking for a baby or toddler to adopt, but we have a situation at the moment that we thought you might be able to help us with. We have a young boy in our care. He's 11 years old and lost his family roughly six months ago."

"Lost them?" I asked. I could just see the kid standing in the mall looking around to see that he was by himself, shrugging his shoulders and going `fuck it, I'm heading over to child welfare.'

"They were killed in a house fire. He had two siblings; younger brother, older sister and Mom and Dad. He was spared the trauma of the actual fire as he was sleeping over at a friend's place the night it happened. Unfortunately there are no other relatives or family that we can find, so he is very much on his own. He hasn't spoken much since the incident and I'm afraid that he's finding it difficult to be in the system. He's introverted and he has been getting picked on by many of the older children at various foster homes, as they think he's gay. For his safety, we are going to have to send him into protective custody this weekend if we can't find a place for him. We wondered if perhaps you might consider looking after him until we can place him properly."

"When would we have to make a decision?"

"We are going to pull him out of the home he is in tomorrow morning, so the sooner the better. I know this is a lot to ask on such short notice, but from what we've heard from all your references, family, friends and even the mother of your brother's little brother, we feel that he would at least be safe here until we could make a proper placement."

"If we say no, he goes to kiddie prison?" I asked shocked at what she was saying.

"We prefer the term protective custody, but it is in a wing of the young offender's centre. It's not as restrictive, but he would still be secured by himself in the evenings for his own safety."

"Can you give us a moment to talk?" Colin asked.

"Of course, take your time. I can leave and you can call me if you prefer."

"No, just give us a minute. Are you sure I can't bring you something to drink," he offered again. She declined again. Colin and I went to the media room as we knew it was soundproof. By the time I got there, I had tears in my eyes and Colin saw it and hugged me.

"We don't have to talk about it do we?" he asked. I shook my head. "I kinda figured. I saw your face when she said he was going to be locked up for being picked because the kids thought he was gay."

"How could we refuse Colin? Letting a kid suffer because these people don't have the brains of garden gnomes to be able to help him. Children's services my ass. No way we can let this kid be locked up."

"That's why I love you Justin. Your heart is three sizes too big for that small body of yours."

"Heart and penis," I reminded him, causing him to laugh.

"And there's the Justin humour back again!" he grinned as he hugged me tighter. I wiped my eyes on his shirt before we headed back out. I wasn't going to use my own shirt, it was new.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. We'll take him in. Neither of us can see him go to jail, not even for an hour."

"That's wonderful," she beamed and shook our hands again with feeling. "I'll make all the arrangements and we'll stop by tomorrow at 11am, if that's alright."

"Show up at 7am. We'll be ready. Let's just get him out of there," I said eagerly.

"Just a reminder, he's a bit shy and hasn't spoken much since the incident. He is going to need a lot of attention and he usually asks for things by looking at them or pointing."

"Ummm, can I ask other things?" I asked.

"Certainly."

"Does he go to school?"

"Not currently. We have a program at the Ministry to do schooling, but he has been so withdrawn that we haven't been able to get much participation yet. We'll set something up with you though if he shows signs of improvement."

"That's okay, we have tutor that we might be able to use to help him. He helped Troy get up to speed very quickly. What about things like clothes and toys, etc. Does he have that or do we need to get him stuff?"

"He has a few things and the Ministry provides the basics. We'll make sure you get the monthly allowance for him while he's here."

"We don't need the money," I told her quickly. "We'll look after him."

"You might as well take it. It's part of the program."

"We'll set it up in a trust for when he's older," Colin suggested quickly. Thank god he was a finance type guy. If they only gave the kid 500 bucks a month until he was 18, he would have a nice amount of money to start his life with.

"One last thing. Is he capable of looking after himself in the bathroom and stuff? We don't have to shower him or anything do we?"

"Like all boys his age, he may need some encouragement, but I have confidence you'll be able to make those determinations for yourself."

"If something goes wrong and we need help, is there someone we can call?"

"I'll leave you all the contact information once we bring him over and as new foster parents you'll receive weekly visits for the first month to make sure you are both settling in okay and then it'll be reviewed as needed. Hopefully it won't be long before we find him a permanent adoption."

"Well let it take all the time it needs to make sure he is safe and doesn't have to go to a jail. We have lots of people around here to help us."

"Just don't overwhelm him. He's gonna need to adjust. Hopefully he'll start to open up and talk more when he becomes comfortable."

"Don't worry about that. It'll be nice having someone quiet around here for a change," Colin said as he looked at me.

"Are you referring to me?" I grinned, giving him my evil eye stare.

"I think you'll do just fine. Is there anything else?" She grinned. We didn't have any other questions for now and walked her out. As soon as she was gone, the true gravity of what we had just done hit us. We were about to be parents, at least rent-a-parents.

"We should let everyone else know," Colin said suddenly. "This is going to affect them as well." I'd totally forgotten about everybody else. I was still picturing this quiet kid in striped pyjamas running his tin cup back and forth over his prison bars while being ignored.

Once everyone got home, we sat in the great room and explained what had happened. Troy came over and gave us a big hug and had tears in his eyes. "You guys are gonna get a special place in heaven, you know that?" I felt all warm and fuzzy inside as he said that, but I couldn't help wondering how that would look. Darth Vader sitting on a cloud next to God, playing chess.

"Cory will probably be thrilled too," Jason said. "Do you think we should invite him over this weekend to meet the kid?"

"Let's play that by ear. If he's suffering a trauma, Cory might be too much for him, but then again, he may be exactly what the boy needs. At least Cory won't bully him."

The conversation turned to all the things we could do with him, but we agreed to slow down until he got used to us. He needed to be slowly introduced to the madness that was our home. Not have all of us burst onto the scene like an episode of Glee. I couldn't sleep all night as I contemplated what was about to happen. I hugged Colin tightly all night and felt such a stirring of emotions. One minute I had tears thinking about what the kid had gone through, then it was tears about him being picked on and then tears thinking that he could have gone to jail for nothing other than being vulnerable. I was rapidly running out of tears and Colin was beginning to float away. I turned my thoughts to all the cool things that we had done with Cory and wondered if I would be half as good with `Tiny Tim' as Jason was with Cory.

I bounced out of bed early in the morning. I didn't even have a morning boner and barely even noticed. Fed ex was coming with our overnight delivery. Wait, they're not Feds, they're Provincial. Prov Ex! I made breakfast, put on the coffee, dusted the counter; because that's what you're supposed to do when you're nervous. I almost made the boys a bagged lunch to send them off to school. I was acting like a Mom from the 50's. By the time everyone left and it was just Colin and me, I almost needed a shower and a shot of something to calm me down. Everyone had wished us good luck and I wondered if I should have called my parents for advice or something. After all, they were about to become Foster Grandparents.

The social worker arrived and as they drove up, Colin and I waited on the step outside the main doors. In the back seat, we could see the small kid peering out curiously, but couldn't make out a lot of details. She got out of the car and came up to greet us.

"So would you like to meet him? His name is Blake Nicholas Jones and as I mentioned earlier he is 11." We waited as she went and opened the door and he got out carrying a stuffed animal. Obviously not too old for a security blanket. I still had one that I held on to as well, but I couldn't do it in public...usually.

He hid behind her with only one eye peeking out at us. OMG, she was giving us a Cyclops. Okay, I really have to act like an adult right now, or this kid was gonna insist on juvie! "Colin, Justin, this is Blake. Blake, say hi to Colin and Justin." She stepped aside and he tried to move back behind her, but she put her hand on his shoulder and moved him more out front. I went down slowly and put my hand out.

"Hi Blake. I'm Justin." He looked up at me and then at the social worker timidly.

"Go ahead, Blake. You can shake." His small paw came out and he shook my hand. He was so soft and small. I would guess that he was about as tall as Cory despite being a year older. Colin came over next and shook his hand as he introduced himself. He had the most adorable curly hair that was a lighter blond than mine and went just below his ears. He had a cute button nose and the biggest eyes I had ever seen.

"I love your eyes," I told him as I crouched down to be closer to his height. "They're the same color as mine, see." He looked at my face to see that we were sharing green eyes. "We could be brothers with the blond hair and green eyes," I smiled. We really could have been.

"Shall we get your stuff and show you around the house. We're happy that you're coming to live with us, Blake," Colin said as I went to get his suitcase out of the trunk. I was shocked that he only had one small one. I knew what we'd be doing first. The social worker was right though, he was really quiet. We all headed inside and he stuck really close to her as we entered. We put his suitcase at the bottom of the stairs to take up later. We had decided to give him the room closest to ours with his own bathroom, although it didn't look much like a kid's room yet.

He hugged his stuffed animal as we showed him around. It was a polar bear and he seemed really attached to it. I had no idea if it had sentimental value or if he just liked polar bears. He looked at us with curiosity when he saw the pool in the house. "Do you know how to swim?" I asked. He nodded. "That's great. We love swimming around here," I smiled. We showed him the outside and took him over to the trampoline. I jumped on it a few times and invited him to do it, but he just stood beside the social worker watching me. No need to push it. "We also have a basketball area if you like basketball," I said. If this had been Cory, he would have grabbed the ball and tried to make the shot. Blake just looked at us blinking and taking it all in. We stopped on the main floor and showed him the media room and video games which he seemed to like as he went to look at them. At least I'd found something to peak his interest slightly. Now all we had to do was pick up some games that didn't involve killing and war. Finally we took him upstairs and showed him his room as we put his suitcase on the bed. He stared at it as if he didn't understand.

"This is your room Blake and the bathroom is over there," I said pointing to the door. He pulled the social workers arm and whispered in her ear. I thought it was really cute.

"He wants to know how many other boys live in this room?"

"None. This is all yours, but if you don't like the room, we have others you can choose from," I said in case we had upset him somehow. He went over and sat on the bed and unzipped his suitcase and pulled out a few things.

"I think he'll be fine," she told us. "We should go sign some papers. He'll be okay in here for a bit. Blake honey, we're just going downstairs for a moment. We'll be back shortly." We went to the living room and filled in her forms as she gave us his information and authority to get him medical attention, along with his birth certificate. I was surprise to see that he was almost 12. He almost looked younger than Cory. "Looks like we'll be having a birthday party soon," I smiled as I saw that it was less than a month away and just three weeks before Cory's. "Does he have any friends?"

"He did before the fire, but he hasn't had contact with them since. A party may or may not be a good idea, but celebrating his birthday certainly is something to do."

"Well don't make plans to take him away before his birthday because we love parties around here and I know a few kids that'll help him fit in. Plus maybe we can have his old friends show up too," I grinned as I thought of Cory's Scout patrol. She finished with her official paperwork and we went up to see Blake. He had organized everything into neat piles. Shirts, underwear, socks, pants and toys. I almost laughed at how organized he was. Yep, definitely gay. He was a little me! In a good way...In a good way!

"Blake, I'm leaving now. Be good for Colin and Justin. I'll be around to see how you're doing next week okay?" He got off the bed and came over to wrap his small arms around her and looked up with those cute eyes. How anyone could just walk away from him after that was beyond me. I'd be adopting all these kids if I was a social worker. She simply gave him a moment and then peeled herself away. "Make sure you call me if you need anything," she reiterated as we all headed downstairs. Blake just stood there as he watched her drive away, and I was pretty sure he wanted to run after her. As soon as the gate closed, I realized that we were now on our own to look after this little person. He was so different than Cory and it might take a bit to get used to.

"It's almost lunch time. Are you hungry Blake?" he looked at me and blinked. I felt like I was on an episode of Star Trek. Blink once for yes, twice for no. Then he nodded slowly. "Excellent, me too. Colin, are you hungry?"

"Starving." He replied with a smile whether he was or not.

"Well, we certainly can't just hang around here, we have lots to do. How about we go to McDonald's?" It' didn't take much to interpret that look on him. Even a blind man could have figured that out. What kid and Justin doesn't like Micky D's.

"Wait here guys. I'll go get the car." I knew immediately which car to get and grabbed the keys to Troy's mustang. I'd let him see the other cars when he was ready. I opened the door for him and pulled back the seat so he could climb in the back. He buckled himself in and we were off. We ordered a meal at McDonald's which took a little longer than normal as he just pointed to things instead of saying them. But by the time we were done, he had a cheeseburger, chicken nuggets, an apple pie and a milkshake as well as the toy of the week. As he ate it all, I looked under the table and came back up.

"Just checking to see if it was all dropping out the bottom. I've never seen anyone eat so much. I thought maybe you were hollow." I got a tiny smile out of him as he sipped his milkshake. As we got up to leave, he pointed at the bathroom and went inside. I never thought to ask, but fortunately he was smart enough to know for himself. I had to keep reminding myself that there was nothing wrong with his brain. He was a normal kid that had been through a tragedy that ripped his life away from him.

"Okay, you know what we need to do next. We really need to make your room more fun. It's kinda boring. You gotta make it more like you. Colin, Blake Whadda ya say? Shall we go to Toys R Us?"

"I'm up for that. We haven't been there in a while," Colin smiled as he drove us there. The kid hopped out and walked between us. I grabbed a shopping cart as we entered and the first stop was the video games so we could select some that were age appropriate. He didn't say anything, but it was obvious from what he looked at as to what he liked, so we picked up everything he touched. We were probably going to need another cart before we were done. He seemed to like hockey, adventure games and even some dance Wii games. Hockey had just knocked him back 1 point on the gaydar scale. Next it was off to the boy's toys for his age group. The first thing he stopped at was the Star Wars and Ninjago Lego Collection. He must have been picking up my Darth Vader vibe. I had forgotten how expensive Lego was, but we were going to have some killer fun with this stuff. He couldn't decide which set he liked, so we bought them all. I just hoped that Blake would be allowed to play with any of it once Kyle and Troy got home. We also bought Nerf guns, remote control vehicles, and action figures. I almost laughed when he picked out a game with a picture of One Direction on the front called girl talk. I had no idea what it was, but he appeared to like One Direction. I immediately thought of calling the boys, but figured the kid wasn't ready for that yet. He might explode or something.

I had a feeling we were overdoing it, but I didn't care. This kid needed stuff like all kids his age. We were just getting him caught up with all the things he'd lost. We picked up lots of sports equipment too in case he had a favorite. From soccer and football to baseball. We even got him a skateboard. This kid was tricked out.

Once we'd bought everything, and I pretty much mean everything, we figured it was time to get some new clothes and bedding, so the shopping spree continued. While I took him to get clothes at The Bay, Colin suggested he take the toys home and bring back the SUV. He said he'd text me when he got back. Blake and I headed to the boy's department. At one point I put my hand on his shoulder to steer him to where we were going, and he shocked me by spinning away and saying `ow'. I freaked.

"Oh god, I'm sorry Blake. I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just trying to guide you. I won't touch you again. Sorry buddy." Yipes, this was going to take some getting used to. Cory climbed over all of us as if we were a jungle gym. I wondered if Blake had been beaten up or something. I told him to find clothes he liked and he actually had great taste. Add 1 point to the gaydar scale. He had either come from a family with money or just knew what he liked. Either way, it was killer fun shopping with him. I sent him off a hundred times to try pants and shirts on and each time he returned he looked incredible. Look out J.P., this kid was gonna go after your fashion modelling jobs. I remember when I'd gone shopping with my Mom when I was a kid. She always grabbed the front of your pants and jiggled them up and down giving you an uncomfortable wedgie while ensuring that they fit properly. I had no intention of doing that to Blake, and simply told him to make sure that they weren't too tight, and in one case, not too loose as they hung halfway down his butt. We got to the underwear department and he let me down.

"Really? Tighty whities dude? Are you sure you wouldn't have something more fun?" I showed him the boxer briefs like I wore with the cartoon/comics on them as well as other designer shorts. He smiled but held onto his white briefs. I went with show and tell, as I pulled up the side of my shirt and lifted my underwear so he could see the pattern of the one I was wearing. That seemed to have an effect as he dropped the whites and picked up the colored ones. I had no idea what size he wore. I only knew my size. Medium with extra large package pouch...

"Blake, do you mind if I hold these up in front of you to make sure they fit?" He just blinked at me, so I figured that I was a yes according to the Star Trek rules. I made sure not to touch him as I held up a pair I thought were his size. Once he approved, we bought enough variety for a month. No way I wanted to be washing kid underwear every day, and I sure as hell didn't want him in white undies. No way, I'm cleaning little boy skid marks off shorts, especially after hearing my Mom complain about that when I was a kid. We'd throw the things away before I did that.

We filled another cart and had more than enough clothes to put a serious start on his closet. Even if he left us after a short while he would have things to take with him, although he might need a truck to move with. We stopped by the bedding department and he selected Spiderman sheets and duvet. I had trouble finding them in a king size sheet, but we finally found some in the adult bedding. Who knew you could buy Spiderman sheets for adults. Colin would kill me if I put them on our bed. Maybe I could sleep in Blake's room.

We picked out some cool lamps that he liked and a Star Wars rug for his floor. There wasn't a theme going, but it was a good start to make the room more kid like. Something told me we might be doing this all over again for Cory's room once he saw it. Colin arrived back and smiled when he saw all the stuff we had.

"It might have been quicker to throw the stuff you didn't want into the cart, and buy the rest," he joked. We stuffed it all in the SUV and made one last stop to the Future Shop. I got the kid an iPhone and an iHome that changed colors to the beat of the music. Colin didn't really fight me on the phone as I said he could use it to get in touch with his old friends when he was ready. We did have a small argument when I wanted to buy him an iPad, so we settled on a laptop instead. I figured that it might help him get back into schooling and things. He saw a few DVD's that peaked his interest, but I told him we'd just download them into his computer when we got home. His bedroom already had a TV, so we didn't need to buy one. I couldn't even imagine not having a TV in the room. What are we? Barbarians. Might as well just send the kid to prison. Even they have TV's and cable.

By then end of the trip we had so much stuff that Blake looked like he'd lived with us for years. We got home and he helped us carry it up to his room. He was certainly helpful, even if he was quiet. Kyle and Troy were already home and bounced out to help, after we introduced Blake to them. They both showed a great excitement at having him around, although Blake was showing some fear around them. I suspected it may have something to do with older kids at his previous foster home. We tried to assure him that Kyle and Troy were nice guys, but he'd probably heard that before. Kyle offered to make supper and asked Blake if he liked spaghetti and meatballs. He got the affirmative nod. Kyle mentioned that Kurt had been around earlier and that he paid him his 20 dollars, saying that the guys wouldn't be around all weekend as they had plans. It was probably a good thing to minimize the traffic around here for now.

Jason and Alex returned home later and met Blake as we sat around the table enjoying the spaghetti and meatballs. Blake's expression was cute as he looked at Jason and then at me and then back to Jason.

"Yeah, Jason and I are identical twins," I told him. "Actually we are identical triplets. Do you know what that is?" He held up three fingers. "Right, our other brother is J.P. but he doesn't live here. I'm sure you'll get to meet him soon though. It's just the six of us that live here. Well, now that you're here it's seven."

"Wanna go swimming after dinner, Blake? Troy asked. "Can you swim, bro?" Blake nodded and smiled.

"Wear shorts for now guys. You don't need to scare him by running around naked. We don't normally wear clothes to swim since it's just us boys, but we'll wear shorts until you get used to us," I said to Blake without getting a reaction.

The guys swam for an hour treating Blake very carefully as Colin and I relaxed and watched. So far, day one had gone well I thought. Once he was out and dried off, I sent him to his room to change and told him I'd be up in a few minutes to help him put his stuff away. Troy and Kyle offered to come help as well. We entered his room and he was nowhere to be seen.

"Blake, are you in here?" I announced in case he was just in the bathroom or something. His small head peeked up from behind the bed and his big bright eyes just looked at us and blinked. We all smiled. "What you doin?" He held up one of his action figures and we went around to see what he was up to. He had his figures all lined up and was obviously playing something with them.

As soon as Troy and Kyle saw everything in his room, it was like I had three little kids on my hands. We had bought a set of stacking plastic drawers for all the Lego so he could keep things separated, and the boys began dumping box loads into them. It looked like Legoland by the time we were done and I was sure we could build a full size Death Star with how much we had. It took a few hours to get everything put away properly. Mainly because I did most of the work while the kids played with the toys. I realized once we had all his clothes hung up that we may need to get a lower bar put in, or buy him a ladder to reach. Kyle ran to the garage and came back with the two step stool for now. That would work.

It was pushing 9 o'clock and I had no idea what time 11 year olds went to bed, but Blake was showing signs of being tired. "I think it's time for bed, buddy. It's been a long day and I'm sure we lots of fun ahead tomorrow. Kyle and Troy said goodnight to him and left. "You should go have a shower or bath or whatever you like to do. Brush your teeth and get ready for bed. He had indicated when we were shopping that he didn't wear pyjamas to bed, just underwear, so I told him to take a clean pair into the bathroom with him. He quietly went and did it as I continued to put stuff away. We hadn't even unwrapped some of the toys yet. We had lots of time for that, plus we were going to have to get him some music for his iPhone. I heard the shower running which was a good sign and it wasn't long before he came back out in just his undies. I expected to see bruises on his body after he had recoiled so swiftly from my touch, but he didn't have a mark on him. In fact, he was really cute. If I hadn't known he was 11, I would have said that his body more closely resembled that of a very small 13 year old. He almost had definition on his chest and abs, but perhaps it was just the light or something. There was no doubt that he was going to grow up to be one hot teenager. I just hoped that the system wouldn't screw him up between now and then and turn him into a psychopath. He had chosen the Spiderman undies to match his new bedspread. Nothing says impending fag like matching underwear to your bedding. I pulled the sheets back and he climbed into bed and I covered him. Every part of me wanted to kiss him goodnight, but after the outbreak in the store, I didn't dare touch him.

"Goodnight buddy. I'll leave the night light on and the door partially open. If you need us you remember where our bedroom is right?" He nodded. "You can also wake up anyone else if you need them." I went to the bathroom to make sure he'd turned everything off, and this was the one place he truly acted like a kid. Toothpaste in the sink and on the mirror, towel on the floor and clothes lying where he'd stepped out of them. Kinda cute, so I cleaned up a bit and dumped his clothes in the hamper in his closet. He watched me the whole time with those big green eyes. I wondered if my parents felt the same thing about me when I was a little that I was feeling for this young guy right now. I wanted to hug him tight and tell him that I would protect him forever. I knew that was unrealistic, but you can't help what you feel. I had survived day one and the kid was still alive. I turned off his light and saw the green glow of the night light as I pulled the door partially shut. As I walked away, I realized that although it was only temporary, I was actually a father...me. Holy crap. I better grow up now. I went down and joined the guys in a game of pool.

"How is he?" Colin asked. I told how cute he was in his Spiderman underwear matching the sheets and he laughed. "Well, we got through the first day, but with all the things we bought him, we may never get him out of his room again."

"I like him," Kyle said. "He sure doesn't say much does he?"

"He doesn't say anything," Troy corrected. "Think we can get some of that to rub off on Cory?"

We laughed and all agreed that if we could blend the two together it might be perfect. The night was uneventful although I kinda slept with one eye open in case Blake needed us. I even got up once to go peek in on him, but he was sleeping soundly, almost lost in the giant bed. I wasn't worried about him trying to run away or anything as ADAM had the house pretty secure and would sound an alarm if the door opened. We had added Blake's phone to the security system already. In the morning, after I had a quick shower I strolled to Blake's room to see if he was up, wearing just my underwear. After all, he was gonna have to get used to us being us at some point, might as well start out like me meant to continue. I knocked and entered his room to find him lying on his side under the covers playing with some of his Hot Wheels cars. We had bought him a whole set and the track to go with them. I had deliberately snuck in a few of the cars that looked like the ones we owned. I couldn't wait to set it all up and play with him as I loved those cars when I was a kid. He stared at me with big eyes and shuffled back on the bed as if to move away. I wondered if he thought he might get into trouble for playing in bed.

"Morning Blake. I guess you're an early riser. Hopefully you slept okay." He nodded. "Great. We're gonna have breakfast if you're hungry. Troy is gonna make pancakes, but don't worry, if they suck, we won't tell him and we'll go to IHOP later. Mostly we just wear underwear and t-shirts to breakfast, but feel free to dress however you're most comfortable. Troy promised not to cook nude though. No one wants his sausage in our pancakes." I tried to show him that we were pretty open and he just smiled at me and blinked again. He had such long eyelashes, and on his big eyes, they were like beacons. I couldn't wait for the day he became interactive with us. I turned and headed downstairs to find the guys in t-shirts and shorts as predicted. Jason was naked and I told him that he might want to put something on for now.

"Sorry, bro. I forgot about the new addition," he said as he put his coffee down and ran upstairs, returning moments later with the same attire as the boys. Blake came down slowly with his curly hair flying everywhere. This kid had serious bed head. We were gonna have to work on that.

"Morning, Blake." Troy said. "You like pancakes?"

He nodded.

"Well, that should change after you taste these," Kyle giggled as Blake climbed onto a stool at the island. Colin joined us and I found I was the only one without a shirt, so I ran upstairs to put one on. We really looked like a family now. Blake picked a cereal he wanted first and filled a bowl. Leaving room for the milk seemed optional. He poured himself a glass of milk and one of orange juice and drank them alternately as he filled his face. He looked up like he was still starving as Troy put a big plate of pancakes in front of him. He poured maple syrup all over them and began to eat. He was halfway through when we were treated to his entire breakfast returning. He puked everything back up and all over the island. We literally jumped out of the way and Kyle was killing himself laughing.

"Dude! I warned you about Troy's pancakes." He was howling with laughter. Troy just stared at the mess all over the table, holding the pan with more of his pancakes in it. He looked at it and dumped them right into the garbage can. The rest of us began to laugh uncontrollably even though it was a really gross mess.

Blake began to cry and I realized we were totally ignoring his plight. "You're alright, I think you just ate too fast. Orange juice and milk together with maple syrup. A killer combination." I handed him paper towel to wipe his face as he had puke all over him. I pulled his chair back and he flinched as if I might hit him or something.

"It's okay Blake. It's no big deal, stuff happens. Hop down and let's take you upstairs to get you cleaned up." He followed me back to his room and I sent him into the bathroom as I grabbed a clean shirt and a pair of underwear. I entered the bathroom and he was standing there looking incredibly sad, which was kinda cute in its own way. "Easiest way to clean up is to take the clothes off and jump in the shower. Wash yourself, spray a little water in your mouth and then just brush your teeth. It gets that nasty taste out. We'll throw the clothes in the wash later, and don't worry about anything. You might have just saved all of us from a lifetime of Troy's pancakes."

Troy was actually pretty good at pancakes, but this was just too good to not make fun of. Blake removed his shirt and I realized that I should probably give him some privacy. "I'll wait in the bedroom until you're done showering," I told him as I picked up his shirt before I left. I gathered up the rest of his dirty clothes to run down to the laundry once he was done. The showered stopped and I gave him a reasonable amount of time before knocking on the partially closed door. He was standing at the sink in his underwear brushing his teeth and getting stuff all over his face as he stared into the mirror.

"You know in the future, it might be better to brush your teeth before the shower. That way you can make as much mess as you want and then just wash yourself clean. We usually just brush our teeth in the shower. So much easier that way. Just an idea if you ever want to give it a try." He gave me a sideways glance in the mirror as I talked to him. He finished up and wiped his face on the towel before putting his shirt on and heading to the bedroom. He selected other clothes and once he was ready he stood looking at me. "Are you still hungry? I promise no more pancakes today."

He smiled slightly and shook his head no.

"That's cool. We can stop and get something when we're out. Just let us know when you're hungry."

I gathered all the clothes and we went back downstairs to the kitchen. The others had cleaned up and asked Blake if he was okay. They all felt bad for him, but we knew he wasn't sick. It was more likely just a combination of nerves and stuffing himself with tons of food at a high rate of speed.

"The first thing we should do is put some songs on your phone. You gotta have tunes to listen to. I'll get the laptop and you can pick the songs you like." Kyle and Troy joined us as we sat on the couch in the great room. Blake sat on the floor in front of the computer and as we scrolled through songs he pointed to the ones he liked and we tagged them. Once he was done, we made a new library and uploaded them to his phone. He had good taste in music and picked everything from Maroon 5 and One Direction to Psy and even GaGa. If he skipped over a song that the others liked, they would tell him and play it. He seemed to like music.

"You know when you're ready to talk and feel comfortable, we can add your voice to the house system and you can have music whenever you want it," I told him. "Like this. ADAM play `Live While We're Young', all speakers volume 3."

The One Direction song started and he grinned. Kyle smiled too when he saw him react. "ADAM, volume 6!" The song increased and filled the whole house. Troy and Kyle got up and danced around as Blake watched them intently. "Come on Blake, join us," Troy encouraged. He looked at me and blinked. It was so freakin' adorable, I wanted hug and kiss him.

"Go for it. Around here, you don't need permission to dance. In fact about the only thing you need permission for is to go swimming, for safety reasons."

He got up and jumped around with the guys, and once the song ended, Troy ordered up another one. They both knew not to touch Blake until he made the first move, so I was proud of them for keeping their distance although they did dance with each other to show Blake it was okay. Once the music was over, we had lunch and Colin looked over at our young dude.

"Blake, do you like cars?" He asked with a smile. Blake nodded as he looked directly at Colin. "Should we show him the garage guys?"

"I dunno. Do you really like cars buddy?" Kyle asked.

He nodded again excitedly and the rest of us smiled as we stood up and told him to follow us as we went outside. Once we opened the garage door he looked at everything and pulled out his phone to take pictures of them. He ran around inspecting everything and then ran out of the garage at full speed and into the house. The guys just shrugged, and I headed back inside to see what he was up to. I looked around the lower floor, but he wasn't there and I was just about to head upstairs when he flew past me like a hurricane and ran back outside. I guess when you gotta go, you gotta go. I chuckled to myself and went back to the garage where all the guys were watching as he laid toy cars on the floor that matched the full size car. I guess he had recognized the cars that I had bought for him. It was so cute as he put them together and took pictures. Colin suggested he put the mini cars on the trunks of the real car and take close up pictures. He smiled and did it.

"Do you have a favorite car, Blake?" Colin asked. He nodded and went over to the new Lamborghini. A kid after my own heart. "Would you like to go for a ride in it?" His face lit up with the biggest smile yet. It was as if someone flipped a switch in him and everything shone brightly. Kyle ran inside to get the keys and returned quickly. Colin opened the door for Blake who climbed in and got ready for his ride.

"Have fun guys," I said as Colin started the car and backed out of the garage. They took off and I secretly wondered if the car would affect Blake as much as it had Kurt.

"I think we've found things he really likes. Cars, photography and music," Troy exclaimed as we went back inside. By the time Colin and Blake returned I was almost beginning to wonder if they were ever coming back, they had been gone so long. Once they did, it was obvious they had had a good time and both were hungry so we had lunch.

"I have to go out for a bit," Kyle said after we finished eating. "I promised some of the guys we go flying today. We're gonna go up Grouse and launch from the top of the mountain. But if you need me here, I can stay." He added quickly.

"No, we're fine. Go ahead have fun." I smiled. We helped him load his stuff into the truck for his adventure.

"Kyle is into flying," I told Blake. "He has a paraglider and then also co-pilots our plane when we go out. Have you ever been in a plane?" He shook his head no. "How about a boat?" Again another no. Now I had two more things to do with him. The rest of the day we spent around the house as he seemed happy dragging out some of the toys we had got for him. We all worked on building Lego projects and Blake directed the process like a foreman. He seemed to know what the final outcome was going to be, but none of us had any idea. I put so much Lego together than my fingers were hurting. Somewhere in the build we had made a garage structures for several of his cars and he placed them in to resemble our layout. It was kinda cute and I wondered if we could make a movie somehow of small cars in a Lego garage morphing into real cars in a real garage. Kids that age were good for two things; they had incredible imaginations unfettered by reality, and they helped stimulate your own imagination as you saw things through their eyes.

Colin had worked on the Lego X-Wing fighter half the day and I wondered how a kid was supposed to figure out something that complicated by himself. Alex was building the Death Star, and I kept using the Darth Vader Lego character to make evil comments to all of them. I avoided ones about being his father. That might have been insensitive.

Kyle hadn't arrived home by the time we were all hungry, so Alex made some macaroni and cheese. He didn't use the boxed stuff, making it from scratch instead, and used Blake to help him grate the cheese and set the table. I wondered if we might have to give him something better than kid food all the time as we lived on Capt'n Crunch and pizza, which might not be healthy for a kid. Preferable, but not healthy.

Kyle returned home looking all wind burned but excited. "God, you should have been there today, it was wild. I almost died," he grinned as he grabbed food from the kitchen. Blake's eyes went as wide as I'd ever seen them. "We took off from the top of the mountain, after getting the gondola up. We were like thousands of feet in the air and you could see everything. Now I know how a bird feels. I hit this strange pocket of air and my wing collapsed and I plummeted probably a thousand feet straight down. I figured I was gonna have to bail and use the chute, but just as I was getting ready to disconnect, the wing caught the air and re-inflated. It was such a rush. Now I wanna get into a fighter jet and hit the eject button. Dude, you gotta try it with me," he said as he bounced onto the couch to watch us play foozball.

"I think we'll stay nice and safe on the ground, thanks. Glad you didn't have to bail though," I smiled.

"Yeah me too. My motor would have crashed to the ground and it would have been busted to shit. End of powered gliding for the Kyle man."

I laughed. "You owe Blake a dollar, dude. Just so you know, buddy," I said to Blake. "If someone swears around anyone under 14, they have to give a dollar to the youngest person in the room and it goes in the swear jar." I made up a few extra rules on it just in case. "So Kyle owes you a dollar. If you swear, then you have to pay a dollar straight into the swear jar yourself. For now, if you hear someone, just put your hand out and they'll give you the Loonie." Kyle forked over the dollar and Blake took it and held it in his hand.

I realized that we didn't actually have a physical swear jar, as mostly the money just went into Cory's pocket. "Wait here Blake, I'll go get the jar and you can keep it in your room from now on. Cory has his own jar at his house so we'll have to get one just for you."

I ran upstairs and looked in the closet for something that I thought might work. I had an old safe that I used to keep stuff in when I was a kid. It had a slot in the top for coins, and a combination dial on the front if you wanted to open it. I put a 5 dollar bill in and a bunch of loonies (one dollar coins) and toonies (two dollar coins) that I found lying around. I figured that there was about 20 bucks by the time I was done. I raced back downstairs and gave it to Blake. "You're now the official keeper of the swear jar." I showed him where to put the coin he was still holding and then wrote down the combination and instructed him on how to open it. When he saw the money already inside he looked at me and blinked.

"Anything that's in there is yours to use for things that you want. So while we don't want anyone swearing, it's better for you if they do," I grinned. He looked at me and smiled. If I'd said that to Cory, he would have stomped on my toe and then punched me in the nuts to get me to swear a lot. Blake locked the safe back up and put the combination in his pocket. The others smiled and we continued our game before heading for the media room. Blake got into a chair beside Colin and me and I saw him stare towards the back of the room. I smiled. "Go ahead and get some popcorn or cotton candy if you want. We can't watch a movie without snacks. Troy could you show him how to work the cotton candy machine?"

He watched as it made the fluffy pink cloud of pure sugar and Troy rolled some onto a paper cone for him then filled a bag with popcorn. Blake came over and handed both things to me and then ran back to get more. He made sure all of us had something before he sat back down to enjoy his. We watched Spiderman again. I think the new guy that plays Spiderman is better than the old one. Just my personal choice, probably because I think he's cuter in the tights.

By the time the movie was over, Blake was tired so I took him up to bed. He did his business in the bathroom and came back out in his underwear and climbed into bed. "Good night Blake," I said as I pulled the covers over him. He wrapped himself around his polar bear and watched me closely as I picked up some of his things from the bathroom again and dropped it in the hamper before heading back to the group. We discussed what to do tomorrow and came up with a few ideas quickly.

"I think we should bring Cory over to play with him. I mean it's fun for us, but he probably needs kids his own age," Jason suggested. "Maybe once he gets settled we could have him join Scouts if he wants to. Lots of kids his own age there. It might help him get back to a normal life."

"Depends on how he reacts to others. The social worker said he was being bullied and picked on in the other homes, so I have no idea if that was because he doesn't speak or because he was younger than them, or what. We should introduce people slowly until he knows he's safe. I think we should find his old friends and see if they might be good for him to hook up with again," Colin said as he sat back and put the foot rest up on the double chair in the media room. I leaned against him and kept thinking.

"I can contact the social worker on Monday and ask about his old friends, see what she thinks. Maybe they could all come over for his birthday. Cory's patrol is only six kids, maybe Jason could arrange an outing with them and we take Blake with us. This raising a kid is tough. At least with Cory we can take him home when we're tired of him," I said slightly exhausted.

"I don't think we'll need to be around him 24/7. It's just tough at the moment until he gets used to us. Eventually he'll become like Cory and just play with himself a lot," Alex suggested. I laughed. "That's not what I meant, Justin! I meant he'll be happy playing in his room or video games or eventually go back to school. Get your mind out of the gutter."

"I dunno, Cory seems to have found that playing with himself is fun too," Jason chuckled. "In exactly the way Justin was thinking. I wouldn't be surprised if that took up a few hours of his day."

"Just like Justin then," Alex said.

"I'm right here. I can hear you, ya know!" I grinned.

Kyle had head upstairs saying he was going to work on some homework and the rest of us put on another movie. Colin and I snuggled up to each other and I wondered if we were going to survive having a kid around, but it sure was fun at the moment. I just hoped he would open up someday soon. It would be fun to be able to talk to him and have a conversation. As I headed up for bed myself later, I stopped by Blake's room to check on him. He was sleeping soundly with his polar bear still tucked in with him. I smiled and quietly backed out. Kyle's light was on, so I knocked and went in. He was lying naked on his bed half propped up against his headboard with a few books laid out beside him.

"Now there's a nice sight at this time of night?" I grinned.

"What? Me doing homework or being naked?" he grinned.

"Both," I said as I lay behind him. I snuggled up and decided to join him as I stripped off my shirt and underwear. "Need help with your homework?"

He laughed. "Seriously? I figure I've got about three minutes before you're shoving your dick in my ass and fucking me senseless."

"You really don't know me at all do you?" I asked as I reached into his night table for the lube and pulled his top leg over top of mine. I ran my hand down his chest and grabbed hold of his penis to get him hard, as I stroked my own. As soon as I was ready, I lubed up and shoved it into him. "Three minutes? Hell, I'll be completely finished and cleaned up in three minutes!"

I pushed all the way in and he tried to ignore me as he looked at his books. I could see the smile on his face as I fucked him. Both of us were having fun until Kyle coughed. "Ummm Justin..."

"Ready to cum already?" I laughed as I kissed his back.

"No, I uhhh think you might want to stop a minute and look at the door. We have company."

I looked over his shoulder and saw Blake standing in the doorway crying. He was just in his underwear looking so small. "Shit," I whispered and pulled my dick out of Kyle, who had already hidden his erection in the fold of a textbook. I reached for my shorts and pulled them on as I walked over to Blake. I had no idea if he would realize that I had a raging boner stretching my shorts as I went and crouched down in front of him.

"Are you okay, Blake? Do you need something?" He nodded and turned to head into the hallway. I followed him back to his room and he walked over to his bed and just looked at it in fear as the tears continued. There was a big wet spot on the sheets. Spiderman looked like he had worked up quite a sweat. I looked at him.

"No problem Blake. We'll just change the sheets and you can put some new shorts on. Did you have a nightmare or something?" He nodded. I wanted to hug him so bad to let him know it was okay. "It's fine, I promise. A big new house that you're not used to with lots of strange people. I'm surprised I don't pee the bed myself sometimes. Go to the other side of the bed and help me get the sheets off and we'll put other ones on until I can wash these tomorrow. That made me realize we probably should have bought a few sets. He went around and helped. I bundled them up and stuck them in the hamper, and told him to wait for a second as I went down the hall to get a few towels and new sheets. I laid the towels over the wet spot as I figured it might help absorb things. Then we remade the bed. "Just sleep on the other side tonight. In the morning, we'll run the Spotbot over it and clean it up nice and fresh for you. Go change your underwear and throw the wet ones in the hamper."

He walked over to the dresser and pulled out another pair. He must have been tired because he dropped his underwear in front of me and put it in the hamper before he pulled the dry pair on. I couldn't help but look while he was naked and was shocked to see that he had started puberty, even if just slightly. His balls had dropped and his penis was definitely larger than Cory's and showing signs of growth. He even had a couple tiny hairs above his crotch, although you could probably count them on one hand. I thought puberty didn't hit until like 13 or something, so I was a little unprepared to see that. We would have a whole new set of problems shortly as he went through changes. I noticed that he was circumcised too which would take away the need to discuss pulling back foreskin to clean under it. One less thing to worry about. For the briefest of seconds I wondered if he'd just had a wet dream instead of peeing the bed, but laughed it off because there was no doubt it was urine. Plus it would have been more cum than most guys make in months. "Okay buddy, I think we're all fixed up. Hop back in bed." He climbed in and I pulled the covers back over and made sure to give him his polar bear. "You know when you're ready, we like giving hugs and kisses around here, so keep that in mind if you're ever scared again. Nothing better than a hug to make someone feel better. You did the right thing tonight to come find one of us. We're all happy to help whenever you need anything. Once you meet Cory, he'll tell you more. Half the time he crawls into bed with whoever is home as he says it makes him feel safer and he likes sleeping with us. Good night buddy, see you in the morning. I'll be in my room with Colin if you need me later." He looked up and blinked again, then turned over to go back to sleep.

I went back to see if I could finish tucking Kyle in...(damn you autocorrect)...to see if I could finish fucking Kyle in the ass. He asked if Blake was okay and I explained what had happened. "Nice, the kid is already into watersports," he giggled as I rolled him forward onto his stomach. I climbed on top of him and fucked hard until I sent him my liquid love. Then I rolled him onto his back and spread his legs as I went down and sucked his rock hard pole into my mouth and swallowed his night cream.

"Good night babe. Thanks for being so cool with Blake. I think he's gonna need a lot of attention until he feels loved again."

"I like him. I think he says a hell of a lot for a guy who never speaks."

I kissed him goodnight and headed to bed with Colin. I told him what had happened with Blake and he said I could have come and gotten him as he would have helped. I figured he would have plenty of opportunities to do things if Blake was going to be around for a while. I pushed him on his back and sat on his cock so that he could fuck me as we kissed. I occasionally glanced at the door in case Blake showed up again. Fortunately we weren't interrupted and ended up sleeping soundly until morning. I opened my eyes and got a small shock as Blake was standing beside the bed quietly staring at me. I nudged Colin firmly.

"Hey buddy, what's up? You okay?" he nodded. "Do you need something? He shook his head no. "Just coming to say good morning?" He nodded again and blinked. I could watch him stare and blink all day, he was so adorable. I swung my legs out of bed and sat up with the sheets over my crotch. My clothes were across the room, so I debated asking him to leave or letting him just get used to us. Fortunately, I didn't have a raging morning boner and was only semi hard. I stood up and walked past him naked to grab a pair of shorts. He watched me as I got dressed. Colin tried to get his attention by saying good morning as well, but he didn't look back at Colin until I had my underwear on. I don't care how old you are, once you see my 20 inch dick swinging between my legs, you are glued to it...okay, okay, 8½ inches. One day someone will believe it's 20 inches. I pulled on a shirt as Colin got out of bed and walked over to get dressed as well. He had followed my lead and let Blake see him without clothes. Now he had the young guys full attention. "You must be hungry. I know I am. Let's go down to the kitchen."

It felt like it was still the middle of the night as it was dark out. The kitchen was lit up and the table had been set with everything you could need for breakfast including all the cereals. On the kitchen counter there was a package of bacon and a carton of eggs with a frying pan, bowl and spatula beside it. I looked around for one of the other guys, but it appeared that we were alone. "Did you set all this out?" I smiled. He nodded.

"Now I know you're a smart guy. After the pancakes yesterday, I don't blame you for choosing the breakast. Shall we get started? What would you like to do? Cook the bacon, the eggs, or go wake everyone up?" He pointed at the eggs. I pulled out the small step stool we had for Cory and he got up on it in front of the counter. I watched as he went about cracking eggs into the bowl and then grabbed the milk, stirred it in and found the whisk in the drawer. He began to beat the eggs like a chef. I didn't even know we had a whisk but he seemed to know what he was doing. Colin began to cook the bacon and I ran upstairs to tell everyone that breakfast was underway. I got several groans and moans and under normal circumstances I would have taken care of the multiple boners, but today I just told them that Colin and Blake were cooking breakfast. I went back downstairs and the two of them were side by side. Blake was making scrambled eggs next to Colin at the stove. I sat at the island and watched them as the others slowly arrived looking like a collection of zombies. They sat and tried to wake up as the activity in the kitchen continued. None of us were used to this, but it was definitely fun. Once they were done, we all sat down and enjoy it together. Blake ate slower today and managed to keep all the food down. He was even ready to clean up afterwards, but Alex stopped him.

"In my house when I was growing up, the rule was that whoever cooked didn't have to do the dishes, so I'll do them this morning," he offered.

"I guess we should have showers before we decide what to do today," I suggested to everyone in general. Blake took the hint and headed up to his room. Jason said he would go pick up Cory and bring him back so the boys could meet. This should be interesting. I'd fire up to video recorder. It wasn't long after the showers and getting dressed that Cory bounced in the house in his usual manner.

"ADAM, Cory is in the house," ADAM responded. He ran over to see me.

"So Jason told me about the new kid. He doesn't talk huh?"

"He probably will eventually, but he's just had some bad luck recently and doesn't feel like talking yet."

"He lost his parents? That sucks," Cory said as he stood in front of me looking around to see if he could find Blake.

"Yeah, but please don't talk to him about that right now. We're not sure how sensitive it is?"

"Sure, I get it. Can I go play with him now? Where is he?"

"Good idea, he's in his room," I said as we headed upstairs with Jason. I knocked on the door and went in. Blake was on the floor with his Hot Wheels running them around the track.

"Hi! I'm Cory," Cory said without waiting to be introduced. "Whoa, this room is cool. I have my own room here too, but most of my stuff is at my Mom's house. Of course when I stay here, I bring more stuff with me, and guess what Blake, my Mom said I could stay over tonight `cause I don't have school tomorrow."

I looked at Jason and he shrugged and smiled. I was thinking now might be a good day to start drugs.

"Can I play with your stuff?" Cory asked as he looked around at all the toys. Blake nodded and Cory got some cars and the boys got down to some serious playing as if they'd been friends for years.

"Guys, Jason and I are just going downstairs."

"That's cool, we're gonna be in here," Cory said as if we were even stupid for telling him we were leaving.

We waited about a half hour before calling the boys down. They had been incredibly quiet. Normal for Blake, unusual for Cory, but when they came to the great room, they looked like they had been friends forever.

"I printed out two possible things to do," Kyle said putting two pieces of paper on the coffee table for the boys to look at. "The newly expanded Science World or Laser Tag. Blake, which would you like to do? Or would you like to look up something else?"

"Can I pick?" Cory asked.

"Next time. Let's let Blake choose first," Jason told him. You can pick something for this afternoon.

Blake looked at both pieces of paper and stared at each thoughtfully. We all waited for his decision. It was like waiting for the answer to final jeopardy as the show went to a commercial. You had no idea of the answer and didn't really care, but you just had to keep watching because you didn't want to miss out on something that might actually be important one day. Finally, he chose laser tag and Kyle and Troy cheered and high fived each other.

"YES!" exclaimed Cory and he went down on one knee and brought his arm in as if he'd won the Grey Cup (Super Bowl in America). We had to use two vehicles, so Troy and Kyle took the Mustang, while the rest of us loaded into the SUV and headed for laser tag. We spent the rest of the morning blasting everyone and having a great time. Blake fit in perfectly with Cory as the two boys ganged up on all of us. I noticed that Cory and Blake almost had a secret language between them as if they had both been Navy Seals in a former life. Hand signals, eye gestures, nods, etc. We gotta review how many hours of video games they were playing, but it sure proved that words are overrated. Once we had enough of running around zapping each other, we stopped for lunch at the ever favorite, McDonald's. The boys had exactly the same food with Cory and Blake both stuffing away so much food that the rest of us watched them fascinated. Then they took off to the playroom while we all continued to eat at a much slower rate.

"I think having Cory around was a great idea after all. The boys are really bonding," Colin said.

"If this keeps up maybe we could have a day where we bring Cory's Scout patrol over again, perhaps to go swimming or play soccer in the yard or something. See how he does with that. As long as they know that he's still a bit introverted and isn't ready to talk yet," I suggested.

"We can set it up for next Saturday. I'm sure the boys will love it," Jason agreed. We finished eating and found the guys racing around the playroom. Cory and Blake were sitting in tandem as they came down the slide together. Obviously Blake didn't have a problem with Cory touching him. I was a bit jealous, but I understood, especially if he'd been bullied or attacked by older people. Maybe there was also a lack of trust, or a feeling of being abandoned without his parents, but I was only guessing.

"Okay Cory, your turn to pick what you'd like to do," Jason said as we had promised.

"Sweet, I'm thinking the Aquarium, the Zoo, the waterslide or the Mine."

"The waterslides aren't open until later in the year," Alex piped up. All I was thinking was `not the aquarium, not the aquarium.'

"Let's go bowling then," he said finally. So much for his first choices. "You ever been bowling Blake?" He shook his head no. "No problem, I can show you. You're on my team with Kyle and Troy. Jason, Justin, Alex and Colin are on the other team. We're gonna cream `em." He said definitively. We piled in the cars and headed to the bowling alley. The good thing about 5 pin bowling is the balls are smaller and easier for the kids to handle. Cory showed Blake how to bowl by holding the ball between his legs and aiming it at the arrows. They both did really well at it. The rest of us didn't try our hardest so that the scores were close. Of course like any good game of bowling you need to have lots of junk food, even though we'd just had lunch.

We declared Cory and his team the winners and Cory fist bumped his entire team in victory, including Blake. They ran out to the car together celebrating and calling us losers. Jason grabbed Cory at the car and began tickling him until Cory squealed `Uncle' and said he was gonna pee himself. Blake just stood blinking as he watched. I think he was taking everything in and trying to figure us out. Good luck with that. I can't even figure us out.

Once we got home, the boys headed up to Blake's room to play and we all collapsed in the great room until dinner. "This having a kid is a lot of work," I said as I curled up against Colin.

"It could be worse. He could be a baby and we'd be up every three hours to feed him and change diapers and stuff."

"Oh dude, that's seriously gross. No way I want a kid that needs to have that done. If we adopt one, I want it potty trained, like Kyle and Troy over there. Well, Troy anyway," I giggled. Kyle threw a pillow at me, so I threw it back. Then he ran and jumped on me which started a whole wrestling session between us. So much for being exhausted. For dinner, we ordered Chinese food after confirming that Blake liked it. Then Cory asked if they could go swimming.

"Okay, but Blake isn't used to us being naked in the pool, so you might want to wear shorts," I suggested.

"No way! That would suck dude. We're all boys. Come on Blake, don't listen to the old farts. If you don't wanna go skinny dipping, just swim in your underwear." Before we could react to the old fart comment, he grabbed Blake by the hand and pulled him down to the pool. We watched the monitor to see what would happen. Cory stripped as usual and jumped in the pool. Blake was slower, but did jump in in his underwear. The boys splashed and played around until Cory got out and ran up past us, completely naked, and then up to the second floor. He returned a few minutes later with the soccer ball and ran back to the pool. We watched as they played with it back and forth and decided we should go join them.

"Shorts or no shorts?" Troy asked.

"Cory's naked, so do whatever you're comfortable with. Just don't touch Blake until he makes a move to become interactive with you. He seems fine with Cory, who is smaller, but he still seems cautious around us," Colin advised. I would have said exactly the same thing, so we were thinking alike on this.

"Cool! No shorts it is," Troy smiled as he and Kyle headed down to the pool to join the boys. Cory was his usual boisterous self and jumped all over the guys. He tried to drown them and then wanted to be thrown up and into the water, which they did for him. We had the sound on and could hear Blake being asked but he shook his head, although he smiled a lot as he watched Cory climbing all over the guys. They were careful to watch for Blake and include him in everything except the roughhousing.

Once we'd let them play for a while, the rest of us went down and got naked and climbed into the hot tub. "Jason, you should come in here and let me stand on your shoulder, so you can launch me in the air. You do it the best," Cory yelled over to us. He got in the water and began launching Cory with great height and he squealed in delight as he flew through the air. After more than an hour of playing, we sent the guys up to the bedroom to calm down before bed. Jason figured if they kept up this energy pace, they would be up all night and might end up putting us to bed. After an hour, I headed upstairs as I hadn't heard from the boys in a while. When I got to Blake's room, they were both asleep on top of the bed with toys all around them.

I left and ran to grab the camera and the others. I took a few pictures and Alex whispered. "Should we undress them for bed or something?"

"If it was just Cory we would, but I think we should leave them as they are and just throw a cover over them. It's still not a good idea to touch Blake until he's ready," Colin recommended. We agreed and removed all the toys quietly and went to get a duvet off one of the other beds to place on them. I hoped that Blake wouldn't wet the bed or anything as he'd be really upset with Cory sleeping with him. We had an uneventful night and in the morning Colin and I returned to the bedroom where both boys were sleeping against each other. We left them alone and decided to let them wake up when they were ready. It was a couple hours later when we heard them up and around, and almost another hour after that before they came down for food. They had already showered or been in a rainstorm as their hair was still wet. Knowing Cory, he would have showered with Blake without even thinking about it. They were just in underwear and t-shirts as usual. They rummaged through the cupboards looking for stuff for breakfast and turned down any help. Once they were done and full of energy again it was time to figure out what to do.

"Justin, can I have the keys to the mustang? Blake and I want to drive to the store to get some chocolate bars, cause you're out of them," Cory said smiling as both boys stood looking at me innocently.

"Oh, you're funny. Since when do you know how to drive?"

"I'm 10. Jason showed me in his car, but we both like the Mustang."

"Don't you think Troy would mind if you borrowed his car?"

"No, he's fine with it," Cory said nonchalantly.

"You're a seriously funny kid, Cory. But if we need to go and buy some stuff, maybe we can all go together...and I'll drive."

"Cool." He smiled and as they walked away I heard him say in a lower voice. "And that's how you get what you really want. Make sure you get the good chocolate bars when we get to the store." I was beginning to rethink our idea of putting Cory with Blake. I told Jason where we were going and we took the Mustang out as requested and picked enough junk food to keep them happy for the day. Cory was like the junk food gang leader. He was so used to us that he just loaded up the cart with anything that caught his attention while Blake stood back and watched, only occasionally selecting what he liked even though Cory checked with him on a lot of the choices. When we got back to the house they dumped everything out on the island. It looked like they been out trick or treating. Jason just smiled and stared at it all.

"I guess we won't be running out of junk food for a while," he said to the boys.

"Yeah, this should get us to lunch easy," Cory grinned as they each selected a chocolate bar. Then it was off to the pool again. Jason and I went down to be with them. I smiled and looked at Jason as Blake took off his underwear and joined Cory naked in the pool. One small step for Justin, one giant leap for Blake.

As the boys splashed around in the pool, we returned to the hot tub. "You're not kidding he's definitely more developed than Cory. No question that he's begun puberty," Jason noticed.

"I know, right. I had no idea it kicked in at 11, but I suppose he will be twelve next month. If Cory goes through it that early, we'll have our hands full."

"I think it's Cory that'll have his hands full. The boy can't keep his hands off his pecker now. When he gets twice as much to play with, we'll never get him out of his room." We both laughed and kept one eye on the boys.

"Can me and Blake go play in the bubbles, Jason?" Cory asked as he got out of the pool.

"Sure, just don't fill the room too full. Only up to your chests okay, but come here for a second." Cory came over to the hot tub where we were. "Behave yourself in there."

"Don't I always? You know me," he grinned.

"I do know you and that's why I'm telling you to behave. No touching him in his private area."

"I know," he said as if we were idiots for even suggesting it.

We let them both go in and Blake seemed totally comfortable being naked as long as Cory was around. The laughter and squeals coming from the foam room became louder and louder until we finally went in to make sure they were okay. Both boys were covered in bubbles and throwing them around. It was great to see Blake enjoying himself so much. In fact it looked like he had enjoyed himself a little too much. He was sporting a full on boy boner. He was probably 4 inches and it stood straight up. Cory was in the same condition with his much smaller penis. "Are you guys behaving?" I asked.

"I didn't do that," Cory said defensively looking at Blake's woody. "He just did that by himself and mine copied."

"Are you sure you didn't do sexy stuff, Cory?" Jason asked.

"Yeah, ask him. I didn't do nothin," he said as he picked up an arm full of bubbles and dropped them on Blake's head. "But his weiner is way bigger than mine. Will mine be that big when I'm 11?"

"Blake is almost 12. It's his birthday next month, so maybe by the time you're close to 12 you might have grown."

"Cool. Do we have to leave the bubbles now?"

"No, just make sure you shower before you come out to get all the soap off yourselves." We left the boys to play longer.

"Damn, if that boy keeps growing for a few more years he's gonna have a bigger dick than Aaron. Were we that big when we were 12?" Jason asked.

"I dunno. I sticking with my belief that puberty didn't hit until 13, but he's obviously well underway. Maybe you should talk to him about the facts of life, like you did with Cory," I said looking at Jason and smiling.

"Nice try, DAD! I already taught one kid about masturbation. Not gonna go through that again. He's your son, he's your problem."

"Okay, I promise to do it before he gets married, if he's still with us then," I laughed.

"Chicken shit."

By the time the boys came out of the foam room, things were back under control. They spent the rest of the day playing with anything and everything. Each time we looked, the two were running off to do something else. Thank God we had ADAM to track them if we needed them. In the mid afternoon Patrick and Kurt showed up to work in the garage and Cory ran out to greet them and introduce Blake.

"This is my new brother, Blake" he told his Scout leaders. "He's Justin and Colin's kid, so I think that makes him my cousin or something like that, but we're just gonna be brothers."

Kurt put his hand out to greet Blake, but he hid behind Cory. There was still a real distrust of older guys. "He's a little shy at the moment until he gets used to all of us. He also doesn't speak to most people either, so if you want to know something just ask me and I'll find out." I loved how Cory had taken control of Blake's situation. Kurt asked if they would like to help with the cars as they were going to vacuum and clean inside them. They both nodded eagerly and got to work with the older boys. Blake cautiously stayed close to Cory and each time one of the teens got close, you could see him watch and tense up. To Blake's credit he did work on the cars like everyone else. Patrick came up to me after they'd been at it a while.

"Could I grab something to drink for the guys?" he asked. We headed into the house. "Blake seems like a nice kid. What's his story?"

I told him the basics of what we knew and he couldn't believe it. I could see how upset he was that Blake had lost his family. "No wonder he doesn't talk or trust people. Hopefully he'll figure out that things'll get better from now on."

"Well we hope they will. Depends on what foster homes they drop him at throughout his life."

"Why can't you keep him?" Patrick asked.

"I'm not sure of the rules on foster parenting. I thought they liked having a group of kids together so they could have siblings to grow up with, especially since Blake lost his brother and sister."

"So, he has Cory and you guys and now Kurt and me. Plus we can bring him to Scout stuff. You should ask if you can keep him. He looks a lot like you anyway," Patrick said as we went to the kitchen. I smiled because I thought the same thing.

"He sure cuts into the free time though," I replied.

"Awww, whatsa matter, little Justin not getting to bone every guy that comes in the house at the moment?"

"Little Justin can hear you and is thinking he wants to bone you. If you're horny, run the drinks out to the guys and come back in and we'll go have some fun." I smiled. Patrick grinned and grabbed the drinks to take out to everyone. He literally ran back inside moments later making me wonder if he'd just flung the drinks at them from the doorway. Without saying a word we headed up to my bedroom. I locked the door in case Cory wandered in to see what was going on. No need of THAT repeat performance. I stepped up to Patrick and slid his shirt off over his head. He did the same thing to me and then took the lead by pressing his lips to mine so we could kiss. I put one hand on his head and with the other I unfastened his pants so I could slide them in and cup his package. He repeated the action with me until we both wiggled out of our pants and kicked them away.

We stayed like that for a while, both of us becoming completely engorged and ready for fun. I had built up a nice load since I hadn't had sex in a whole day, so Patrick was going to get the benefit of that. "Time for another lesson buddy," I said as we stopped kissing. "Get on your knees and get ready to learn to suck a dick." I pushed his shoulder and he held onto my legs as he slid down and knelt in front of me. "Go ahead and take my underwear off." He pulled my shorts down and freed the one eyed anaconda. "All you have to remember is to keep the teeth covered and when you feel it go to the back of your throat you'll want to gag a bit. If you swallow and breathe, it'll be easier eventually, but only take what you can handle." He nodded and I put my hand on the side of his head to guide him. He took hold of my cock and stared at it for a moment before opening his mouth and carefully taking the head into his mouth. I could feel his tongue lick underneath the mushroom helmet as he explored it. When he realized that it didn't taste too bad, he took more and more of it until he was about 5 inches in and then I heard his first gag. He pulled back and tried again with the same result. We had reached our cruising depth of 5 inches. "Just suck back and forth on it Patrick and have fun. Remember to use your tongue and apply suction and use your hand to play with my balls. He worked it as he was told. I should be a teacher. I think I found my calling. Maybe a sex therapist. I'd get laid everyday as part of my job. As Patrick worked my dick he got better with each stroke. I told him when to get faster and how to lick and apply pressure. It was like being in an interactive blowjob game.

"When I cum, just swallow and keep swallowing until I'm finished," I advised him. He glanced up at me with a mouth full of dick. It was a look that said he hadn't expected to do that, but he was definitely going to do it. I was getting close and I put my hand on his head to take over a bit of the control as I fucked his face. I wasn't going to warn him that I was cumming, but then figured maybe he should be prepared for it. "I'm gonna cum dude, just kept swallowing." I blasted several strong jets of sperm into his mouth and he did his best to keep up with me, until he finally had to pull off and cough a bit. I sprayed the rest in his hair and over his face, trying to avoid the eyes. Nothing burns worse than cum eye. I think it was worse than even pink eye. Speaking of pink eye, I wanted to go there next. I reached over to the night table and handed him some tissues to clean up with.

Once he'd wiped his face, I stood him up. "How was that?"

"Actually it was pretty good. Did I do okay?"

"You got me to blow my load, so you must have done something right," I smiled as him as we kissed again. I could taste my cum on his tongue. I taste might fine, if I do say so myself. "Okay, you're turn, but don't cum yet. I have one more lesson for you today." I dropped to my knees and swallowed his cock rapidly and tugged on his balls to get him stirred up. I fingered along the back of his sack towards his ass to give him added stimulation. He mustn't have jerked off in a while, as it was barely a minute before he warned me that he might cum. I stopped and turned him around and had him bend over and put his hands on the bed. Now it was time to rim his pink eye. I pulled his cheeks apart firmly and ran my tongue up and down his smooth ass crack before plunging into him. I deliberately didn't jerk his cock as I didn't want to overstimulate him yet. When he tried to go for his cock himself, I pulled his hand away and kept rimming. I could see that I was driving him into a sexual frenzy. My favorite of all the known frenzies. I stopped when the squirming became too intense and stood up. I am sure he figured he was about to get fucked now as he braced himself for re-entry.

"How would you like to fuck me today?"

"Really? Sure!" He smiled as we switched places. I lubed up my ass and coated his cock as I knelt at the side of the bed and stuck my ass out. No need for preliminary work, it was time for him to get to work. He fumbled a bit on the play as he tried to find my hole, but I reached between my legs and guided him to it. Once a cock starts to enter something, it seems to go on autopilot and Patrick's was no different. He pushed inside me and kept going until I heard him gasp in excitement and his pubes tickled my ass. He almost forgot to stop pushing once he got all the way in as I think he was enjoying the feeling way too much. Then he gripped my hips and pulled back slowly until he was almost the whole way out. He stopped. "Oh fuck that feels incredible."

"Fuck me, Patrick" I coaxed so I could feel his dick sliding inside me. He pushed back in a lot quicker this time and once he got his motion he went back and forth about half a dozen times before he announced he was cumming. It usually doesn't take long when you're new to fucking and Patrick was no different than anyone else. I felt him jerk and shake as the orgasm overwhelmed him and he shot his load inside me. He kept his dick buried in my ass for a moment without moving and then slowly pulled out as he began to soften.

"That is sooo much better than jerking off or getting a blowjob. Is it like that when you fuck a girl too?"

"My experience is mainly with guys, so I might not be the best one to ask, but I prefer anal as it's much tighter than a pussy, but I'm sure guys that have been with plenty of girls would tell you that pussy is awesome. Mainly because they have never done it in the ass. But I know once they try it in the back door, they ask for it again and again, so I'm assuming that even they find it better." I was trying to answer him like I actually believed he was straight. He obviously still thought he was, but he'd figure it out eventually.

"Do you want to fuck me now?" He asked.

"No, I think we're good for today. Let's go get cleaned up or they'll all wonder where we were," I smiled as we headed for the shower. Once our clothes were back on, I handed Patrick a hundred dollars.

"What's that for?" He asked.

"Your car fund. But do me a favor. Make a point of letting Kurt see you put it in your pocket as you return," I said evilly.

"Why?"

"You'll just have to trust me on that. Wouldn't you like to be able to play around with your friend when you're both horny?"

"Sure, but I don't think Kurt would be into stuff like this. Remember the bet he walked away from? I doubt he'd ever want to do stuff together."

"Oh Patrick. Have some faith. I'll bet you within a couple weeks you guys will be, at the very least, jerking each other off, maybe more."

"Good luck with that. I'll bet you wouldn't even get him to show you a hardon."

"You've already lost that bet," I grinned.

"No way! You already got to see his boner? Is he bigger than me?"

"I'd never tell, but I can say that his cum is just as sweet as yours," I grinned.

"You gave him a blowjob?"

"I never said that," I chuckled as we headed downstairs. "But trust me, Kurt isn't afraid to jerk off, and if you ask him maybe you could end up helping each other out."

"I doubt that. Plus I wouldn't know what to say."

"Next time you sleep over and sex talk comes up, just ask him if he jerks off, or how he does it, etc. One thing leads to another and boom you're side by side whackin' it together. Or maybe you'd like me to get you both started. I'll bend you over the pool deck and fuck you in front of him."

"Oh my god, I'd die," Patrick laughed. "You wouldn't do that would you?"

"Of course I'd do that, and then I'd offer Kurt a ride in your ass afterward. Trust me, that dude is ready for some kind of sex," I said as we went outside to the garage. As Patrick got in Kurt's line of sight he folded up the hundred dollars and shoved it in his pocket. It got the desired reaction as Kurt looked at him and then at me. I smiled as I tried to ignore him and adjusted my crotch casually, but noticeably, as I walked over to Cory and Blake.

"How's the car cleaning going?"

"Really good. These are gonna be so clean we can eat off the floor," Cory said, no doubt parroting Kurt.

"Well, it's a good thing we have tables so we don't need to eat off the floor isn't it."

"It's just an expression," Cory said looking at me like I was dumb. "We're not really going to eat in the cars. "Kurt said he'd teach me to drive when I'm older."

"First, I think Kurt needs to learn to drive when Kurt gets older," I smiled at him.

As I went to head back into the house, Kurt came up to me. "Did you and Patrick just do stuff together again?"

"Like what?" I asked innocently.

"Like you know...blowjobs" he said as he lowered his voice.

"That's a bit of a personal question isn't it? Shouldn't you ask him that?"

"I did. He said the same thing you did."

"Do you know how you lose your virginity, Kurt?"

"Yeah by fucking a girl."

"Let's just say you lose it by fucking someone. As of now, only one of you is still a virgin," I grinned.

"You mean he fucked you?" Kurt said looking shocked.

"I never said that. I simply said that only one of you still has his virginity. How's that car fund going? Hopefully you'll be able to buy the car you want by the time you're 17. Remember my offer still stands. If you work nude, you make more money, and you can always do things in the house if you run out of things with the cars."

"I'll never run out of things with the cars. I mean once they go out for a drive, they need to be wiped down and cleaned, so there's plenty to do, but I might consider going nude when there's lots of hard work to do," he hinted.

I had no idea if that was an innuendo or whether he just meant it like he said it, either way it was interesting. "Cool. Are the kids behaving themselves?"

"Yeah, they seem to like cars as much as we do. Blake is really quiet though. Do you think he'll ever talk?"

"He talks to his social worker and I think he's been talking to Cory when they're alone, so eventually he'll be okay. It just takes time."

"I like him though. He's a hard worker and pretty funny at times."

I let them keep working until it was time for the guys to leave. I paid Kurt and Patrick. Of course Cory saw the money change hands so he wanted to be paid too. I couldn't actually think of a reason not to, so I gave him and Blake $10 each which I expected a complaint about it not being fair, but they smiled and ran upstairs to stash it away. Jason told Cory that it was time to take him home, so Blake was invited along as Cory said he wanted to show him his room. They all left and I relaxed. It strange how focused your mind is when you've got kids running around, especially one you're responsible for. I was constantly wondering where he was and what he was up to and if he was okay, or if he needed something. God, no wonder parents are nuts. I had only been one for less than a week and I needed a vacation, and talk about cutting into your sex life. Yikes. I always thought that it was marriage that killed sex, but now I realize it's kids. Ironic since usually you have to have had sex to get the kid in the first place.

Kyle and Troy returned home from school late with Jordan, and after grabbing some food, headed upstairs to do homework. I wondered if they were studying biology, human anatomy or math. How many times will Kyle go into Jordan and will Troy be leftover. The three of them had gone to the pool by the time Blake and Jason returned. Blake was looking unhappy and I wondered if something had gone wrong.

"Is he okay," I asked after Blake had headed to his room.

"Yeah, I'm sure he is. I think it was both a good and bad idea to have Cory spend so much time over here on a first visit. The boys actually hugged goodbye and I saw tears in Blake's eye as they had to leave each other."

"Oh god, do you think Blake is lonely?" I asked.

"Makes sense, right. He had a younger brother and older sister to play with, now he has no one. Maybe he saw Cory like his little brother."

"Shit, Cory told Kurt and Patrick that Blake was now his brother. How could I have been so stupid? Are we making this worse? Should we rent a couple more kids for him to play with?"

"No, just let him deal with it. Mom and Dad told me that kids are pretty resilient with things and I'm sure it'll be the same with Blake. Look how Troy bounced back after we took him in and look at Cory. He may have slight meltdowns, but he always bounces back to the same old Cory. You probably just need to keep doing what you're doing. Maybe slow down on the buying him things."

"He needed stuff, Jay. The kid had nothing. Most kids his age have a room full of toys and I'm sure he did too before the fire," I said defending my actions.

"I agree and now that you've gotten him that stuff, just treat him like a normal kid. Don't be afraid to say no once in a while and let him be upset at times as long as he knows you're there for him if he ever wants to talk."

"Dude, are you sure we're the same age? How did you learn all this stuff?"

"Mainly from Sheila and Cory. Trust me, a few months with a kid that you're responsible for and you'll pick it up pretty fast."

"Yeah well don't be surprised if I come to you for a lot of help," I said as I hugged my brother.

He laughed. "Anytime bro, anytime." He hugged me back. "Are you getting a boner again?"

"No, I'm uhhhh...I'm carrying a can of soup in my pocket," I said not able to think of anything penis sized.

"Soup huh. Well, the can is probably leaking by now and it'll start to show through your pants if you don't let me go. Welcome to having a kid in the house. Sex gets moved to the second position now. Something tells me you're going to have constant boners until you can figure out how to handle both things. No more cruising the malls for strangers."

"That's what you think," I laughed. "Do you think I should go up and see how Blake is doing?"

"Give him some time to settle down maybe. He should get used to entertaining himself as long as he knows someone is here when he needs something."

"Damn, I gotta go take parenting classes or something." I said shaking my head as I went to the fridge for a drink. I went up later and found Blake already in bed asleep, even though it was barely 8 o'clock. I picked some of the toys off his bed and went to pull the covers further over him. As I moved them I saw that he had crawled into bed naked instead of in his underwear. I wondered if that was Cory's influence at some point. After making sure he had a path clear of toys from the bed to the bathroom, I turned off the light and partially closed the door.

I found Jordan, Kyle and Troy in the media room watching a movie. They were only in their underwear and Jordan was lying in front of Kyle on the double chairs. Kyle's hand was over Jordan's chest and he was slowly rubbing it. I sat down beside Troy and looked at the other two. From the look of it, it appeared as if they might be more than just friends, but around our house it was pretty hard to tell since everyone was friendly with everyone. About halfway through the movie it was obvious that Kyle and Jordan had moved on from just lying together. I could see that the back of Jordan's underwear was down and from the slow movements between the two boys there was very little doubt that Kyle was fucking him. Normally I would have gone over, pulled Jordan's shorts off and sucked that thick pipe until it gushed, but they were being so quiet and intimate that it seemed like the wrong move at the moment. Troy noticed what they were doing and had his hand inside his underwear stroking his cock as he pretended to watch the movie. I reached over and slid my hand into his shorts to take over the hand job. He smiled but didn't move, except to remove his own hand. I lifted the arm rest between us and slid over so he could lean against me as I stroked him. With the heat of our bodies it didn't take long before Troy quietly dumped a nice warm mess into his shorts. I kept slowly stroking until he put his hand on mine over his undies to indicate he was done. I pulled my hand out and licked my fingers clean. He got up slowly and went to clean up without disturbing the two on the other side. I heard a single low grunt from Kyle and figured he had just given Jordan an ass full of boy juice. The continued to move slowly and casually and once they had uncoupled, Jordan turned over, with his underwear back in place and the two boys began kissing. The type of kissing that isn't about sex but about much more. Their legs were intertwined with each other and Kyle's hand was rubbing Jordan's back. I was almost having trouble pretending I was still watching the movie. Troy returned with new shorts and a t-shirt and sat down against me again after grabbing a bag of popcorn.

I whispered in his ear. "Is there more going on over there than just sex?"

He nodded and whispered back. "Oh yeah."

So this was Aaron's replacement. Interesting. Troy stayed against me until the movie was over and as soon as we turned it off the other two sat up. "That was the best Transformer movie ever. I can't wait for the next one," Troy said grinning at me. I had no idea what he was talking about since we had just watched Hunger Games again.

"Me neither," Jordan agreed. I laughed. They had been so involved with each other that they had no idea what movie had just played. Troy nudged me in the side.

"Told ya."

Yeah, they were lost in each other for sure. I wondered when he'd tell us of the change of partners. Kyle took Jordan home and I spent time with Colin before we headed up to bed and had some fun. I told him about Kyle and Jordan and he said he kinda figured that they might hook up. We were really interested to see how this relationship would develop.

In the morning, Blake wasn't in his bed when I went to check on him, so I figured he may already be downstairs. He had probably heard the others up and about as they got ready for school and work. He wasn't in the kitchen, by the pool or in the media room, so I almost began to panic. "ADAM, please locate Blake."

"Blake is in the garage," ADAM replied. I breathed a sigh of relief and went through the side door to find him sitting on the floor with his cars that matched the real versions. He was happily playing with them and had created a course to run them through. I would have to make sure to tell the guys to check carefully before pulling cars out from now on.

"Good morning Blake, looks like you got an early start." He looked up at me and handed me the mini Lamborghini. I got down with him and we entertained ourselves for a half hour before I suggested we get breakfast. He stood up and picked up all his cars and took them with him. I told him to sit at the island and got out the cereal and other assorted foods he might like. We ended up having peanut butter and jam on toast. J.P. stopped by unexpectedly as he said he had a free morning. He joined us for the toast and jam.

"You know what we need to do today? We need to go and buy more food. I think we should get some of the things you like. You okay with that?" He looked at me and nodded with strawberry all over his face. He certainly enjoyed his meals. Once he was cleaned up and dressed, I had ADAM load the shopping list from the fridge into my phone and we headed out to the garage and I let him pick a car. He chose J.P.'s car this time. I figured he would eventually get through all the vehicles. We drove over to Safeway and grabbed a shopping cart.

"Would you like to ride on the front or push the cart?" He grinned and climbed on the front and held on as we began navigating through the aisles. At first he was slow to pick items he liked, but after I got started with him, and J.P. encouraged Blake to get what he wanted, we rapidly filled the cart. He was the perfect food shopper as he chose all the things I liked, until we passed by the fresh fish section. He jumped off the cart and stared at the lobster tank as the live crustaceans moved around. Blake pointed at them and looked at me.

"Are you pointing at them because you want one?"

He nodded.

"Do you want one as a pet or to eat?" I asked hoping that for the pet response. He pointed to his mouth. Oh fuck, I thought to myself. He wanted me to buy a live lobster to cook. No way I could do that. Killing a live animal just wasn't something I would be able to do. "Hang on a second, Blake. I have an idea." I pulled out my phone and called Alex.

"Hey buddy, just a question. Does your chef know how to cook a lobster?"

"He's a cook, so I would imagine he'd know. I'll ask him." I waited a moment and watched Blake as he put his hand up to the tank and traced around the lobsters as they moved around. I was freaking out. We were about to commit lobstercide. This is why I go to Safeway instead of heading to the field to pick out my own cow when I want a steak, hell even raw meat in a package is almost too gross for me. I prefer a restaurant where it comes ready to eat on a plate. I don't wanna know where stuff comes from. Is it too late to trade this mini killer in for someone with fewer homicidal tendencies? First lobsters, then we're all being knifed in our sleep.

"Yeah, he says no problem at all. You planning on having lobster for dinner?"

"I dunno yet, but Blake is staring at the lobster tank and pointing out ones he likes. I think the kid is actually drooling."

"Sounds like a boy with taste. Maybe he'll get you more sophisticated yet. If you pick one out, drop it by, we'll cook it and bring it home for dinner."

"Okay, thanks buddy. See you soon." I hung up and turned to Blake. "Looks like we're having lobster for dinner. Do you want to pick a couple out?" I figured that maybe one wasn't enough for all of us and if we were going to be killer, we might as well go for a good title and become serial killers. Every part of me was screaming no, but he nodded and I tried not to react as I got the clerks attention behind the counter. "We'd like a couple lobsters please," I said to him almost choking on my words.

"Do you have a preference as to which ones you'd like?" I looked at Blake and he pointed at two. The clerk couldn't what he was doing as the tank was high up. I crouched down in front of Blake and looked him in the eye. "Buddy, can I lift you up so you can show the man which ones you want?" He blinked and paused. Then he nodded. I smiled and felt proud of him for trusting me. I knew how huge this must be for him. "I'll hold your lower legs and you lean against me as I lift you." He turned and I wrapped my arm around his calves and he leaned his butt against my shoulder. I lifted him up so he could look into the tank and he pointed to the two he wanted. We watched as the clerk retrieved each one to put them into a box and covered them in damp newspaper for us. He handed them to me and I lowered Blake to the floor. I almost didn't want to put him down as this was the first time he'd let me touch him, and I hoped it wouldn't be the last. As I put the box in the cart, he hopped back on the front and opened it to have a look. At first, I was going to tell him not to, mainly so that I wouldn't have to see the live creatures staring back at me on the way to the gas chamber, but he reached in to feel the lobsters and when they moved he pulled his hand back before trying again. He seemed fascinated by them. Sure, tease them and tell then they'll be okay, just before you slaughter them like we're in a slasher film. We continued shopping and filled the cart with every type of food possible. Kyle and Troy were going to love how Blake shopped. I picked up a few steaks to go with the lobster and figured we would probably just have a BBQ tonight. Once we loaded everything into the car, we headed over to the Grind'r to drop the lobsters off to be assassinated. Blake carried the box into the store and handed it to Alex in the kitchen, who smiled and looked in it.

"Those are nice lobsters, Blake. You obviously have better taste than Justin. He would have picked out a rubber lobster or something in a can." I gave him the evil stare, but he wasn't wrong. While we were there, we ordered lunch and sat down with Alex. Blake ate a sandwich three times bigger than he was. This kid was gonna grow up to be a sumo wrestler if he kept eating like this, but for now, it was nice to see him enjoying it. Once lunch was over, Blake waved goodbye to Alex and we jumped back in J.P.'s Charger to head home. It took us a while to unload all the food and fill the cupboards, fridge/freezer, as well as the pantry downstairs, but Blake never stopped helping until we were done. Blake picked out the vegetables to have with dinner and I had a feeling if he ate all this food, we would be getting an encore puke show. Maybe we would eat outside under the patio heaters so we could just hose him down. It was Scout night for Jason, so we would eat early before he had to go pick Cory up. Blake headed up to his room to play for a while and I gave him his alone time. I had started to understand when he wanted to be alone as his facial expression just gave me a look. For a guy who didn't say anything, he knew how to communicate more than most people. J.P. and I relaxed over a game of pool as we had a few hours before anyone started arriving home. The meal went well and I tried to block out the fact that a few hours ago the lobsters had been singing happy lobsters songs, as they watched shoppers from their picture window, and were now murdered on my plate. I had no such reservations about the steak as we hadn't seen the actual cow moments before.

Blake received plenty of compliments on his choice of dinner and we all agreed that it was much better than pizza or Chinese food. He seemed to like the fact that he his selection had been so popular as he never stopped grinning.

Wednesday Blake and I just went down the hill to the beach to spend some time exploring, but mainly it was a day to ourselves, with nothing unusual. We had an appointment with the social worker on Thursday afternoon, so Colin promised to be home for that. Blake had put on some clean clothes and his hair was brushed nicely for her. Strangely we hadn't asked him to do it. He just seemed to know it was expected, but he looked sadder than I'd seen him all week. "Are you alright, Blake?" Colin asked as he squatted in front of him. He nodded but it looked as if he was going to cry. I so badly wanted to hug him but I didn't dare in case he freaked out and now wouldn't be a good time for that sort of meltdown. "Well if you need to talk about anything, you can have some time with the social worker, maybe she'll be able to help you if we can't." Colin looked at me and shrugged as he stood up. This was one time where we wished he would just talk and tell us what was going on.

She arrived right on time again. She was punctual, I'd give her that. I was usually on Justin time, or as Jason used to joke, I show up just-in time. Which basically meant I got there when I got there, and that's just the way it was. We all sat down in the living room with Blake between us looking solemn and even quieter than normal, if that was possible.

"So how is everything going between you guys so far?"

"He's still here," I smiled not quite what to say. "We picked up a few things and set up his room to be more comfortable for a young guy. Would you like to show her your room?"

He nodded and blinked brightly. We all stood up and he took her hand to lead the way. Again, I felt jealous. He showed her everything that he liked and she asked if she could have a few moments alone with him. This was it. The test of our parenting skills. Blake was either going to beg to go somewhere else or say he was okay here. I ran everything through my head that we had done during the week and wondered if skinny dipping was in the list of approved activities from the Ministry of Child Services. Then I wondered if buying him so much stuff was out of line, and then taking him for rides in the luxury cars. I was starting to panic. Colin could sense it and held my hand as we waited in the living room.

"Things are gonna be okay. Maybe she can find out what's upsetting him," He smiled. She was up there for almost half an hour before she came back down. I'd had to pee three times while we waited, I was so nervous.

"I just left him in his room to play so we could talk," she said as she sat down. My heart sank. That didn't sound promising.

"He's pretty upset about something today, but we weren't able to find out what it was," I said hoping that might help. She smiled.

"Blake assumes that every time I show up he'll be leaving for another home, so he was upset this time because he seems to like it here. Who wouldn't with all those toys?"

"Sorry about that. I just couldn't see a kid not have stuff. Obviously he lost all his in the fire. It's not fair," I said as Colin squeezed my hand for comfort and to get me to calm down.

"No, it's certainly isn't fair, but as foster parents, you aren't expected to buy things for him out of your own pocket. The monthly fees take care of the basics for any child. It's admirable that you have done so much. He mentioned that he really liked spending time with Cory, which seems to have been the highlight of his week; that and your cars apparently. But overall he seems happy and is adjusting to being here."

"Can we ask you something? Is he lonely? I mean when he left Cory after they spent time together he was really unhappy for a while," Colin asked.

"He might be, since he lost two siblings, but he seems fine now. He was just scared that I was going to take him away again."

"I have to ask. He talks to you, and I think he talked to Cory. Is there some reason he won't talk to us?"

"He doesn't say much to anyone. I think he only talks to me, because I've been the one constant thing in his life since the incident. Perhaps he associates Cory with his little brother, or as non-threatening since he's younger and, I assume smaller." We confirmed that Cory was about two inches shorter than Blake. "Keep in mind that the older kids in the home picked on Blake a lot. Partially because he wouldn't talk, partially because he seemed a little feminine to them, and maybe because he was an easy target. It may just take him a while to trust you before he opens up."

"I gotta tell you, maybe it's just my point of view, but I see nothing feminine in Blake. He seems like a normal boy to me. He plays with boy toys, loves cars and swimming. He doesn't seem small for his age and he's already showing signs of maturing physically. I just don't see anything that would lead any kid to think he might be gay."

"It could be just the way he presents himself. The long hair, he likes to cook apparently, is quiet and sensitive," she replied which almost made me dislike her a little. She was stereotyping Blake. None of us would know for sure that he was gay until he pranced home with a boy and announced it. Hell, Cory was more gay than Blake, and I had no doubt Cory would be a total straight boy when he was older. Right now he was just a curious kid.

"I just don't see it," I said, "but then he's still pretty reserved around all of us. Any suggestions on how to get him out of his shell?"

"Just keep doing what you're doing. Patience, love and time. He'll eventually trust you, but like I said before, if he ever gets too much for you, just call and we'll find another placement for him."

"I doubt that will ever happen. We love having him here. Please don't move him unless you find the perfect family to adopt him. It would kill me to see him be bounced around again. No kid needs that."

"We're doing our best to find him a permanent home and unless there is a problem indicated here, there's no reason he can't stay until we find that home."

"You said that we were now on the list to be able to adopt. If we wanted to adopt Blake, how would we go about it?" Colin asked surprising me.

"Usually we would fill out the request and after all the usual checks on both parties we would allow the adoption. Of course the big thing with Blake is the mental welfare at the moment. He's obviously still suffering a trauma and we haven't exhausted our search for any next of kin, so it would be at least six months before we could see him being adopted legally."

"Can we assist in looking for relatives? We have incredible resources that the government may not have," Colin offered.

"Thank you but that's not necessary. We have plenty of tools at our disposal to locate relatives if they exist," she smiled.

"Okay, but if you need something from us let me know. You'd be surprised what we can do. Please put us on the list for consideration to adopt him. I know it's early and there may be a family much more suitable, perhaps ones with other kids that you would prefer to see him with, but we want you to know, we would like to adopt him, if you find us suitable for his circumstances."

"I'll keep that in mind, but let's see how he gets along for the next little while. We can review the adoption idea again in six months. Meanwhile, we'll keep doing regular checkups. You've got through the first week and both sides seem to still be okay. Just give it time gentlemen. He'll open up eventually. I'm sure of it. By the way, he says that Justin is really funny."

I smiled and almost burst into tears. That was the nicest thing he never said to me. At least he acknowledged that I was alive by that comment. She said it was time for her to leave and we called Blake downstairs using ADAM. He bounced down to be with us surprisingly fast. I wondered if he had been hiding somewhere and listening to our conversation. I know I would have if I were a kid and adults were talking about me. They said goodbye and Blake held her hand as they walked out to the car. After she left, Blake looked at us and his bright smile was back. He was obviously relieved that he had another week with us. He ran and got some of his toys and played close to us in the great room. We even challenged him to foozball a few times.

Saturday, Jason brought the Scout patrol over to go swimming and Cory introduced Blake to everyone. They had already been given the heads up that he was quiet so that they didn't pressure him at all. As usual, Cory was the first one naked and in the pool. The other five boys followed quickly as they lost their Scout uniforms and changed into their birthday suits. Kurt and Patrick were the last two in. Troy joined us but Kyle said that he and Jordan were going paragliding today since it was a nice day. Blake also stripped and jumped into the pool. Jason and I hung back at the hot tub to minimize the crowd in the pool. It didn't take long for the older boys to start being the launching pads for the younger guys. One of them would crouch underwater, lift a boy's feet onto his shoulders and then stand up rapidly to catapult him across the pool. Once that boy was out of the way, another one would go. Troy, Kurt and Patrick took turns chucking the boys. At one point, Kurt went under water and grabbed Blake's legs and as he came up Blake screamed as he tumbled forward into the water.

"Oh shit! Sorry Blake! I didn't know it was you buddy. I'm sorry, Justin," he said as he looked around terrified. Blake was just as terrified and he scrambled for the side of the pool. I was out of the hot tub in a flash and over to where he was hanging on the edge.

"It's okay guys, he just got a bit of a shock. He's fine." I knelt down and then repositioned myself as I didn't need to kneel with my dick hanging in his face. I took a chance and put my hand on his wrist gently. "You're okay Blake. They're just playing. No was trying to hurt you. I think Kurt just mistook you for one of the Scouts." He looked up at me and blinked, but didn't try to move away, which was an awesome sign in my mind.

"It's actually fun when you get used to it. That's why the Scouts are probably going to wear the older guys out before they get bored of it. The worst that ever happens is that your butt gets a crack in it from hitting the water so hard." He giggled when I said that and held up a hand.

"Nice try dude, but butt isn't a swear word," I smiled. "You wanna go back and play with the guys or hang with me here telling bum jokes?" He looked at the guys playing and pointed to them.

"Good choice, because my bum jokes are crappy," he smiled again, shook his head and swam off. I was at least getting some reaction from him now. He didn't get launched again, but he did interact with all the kids and even with the older guys a little more. Perhaps this is all it was going to take. Normal activities over time. Speaking of normal activities over time, I watched as Kurt headed for the foam room after telling Jason that he was gonna start it up for the kids if it was okay. I waited several minutes until I knew the room would be reasonably full and followed him in since he was still alone. I made my way inside making sure to make enough noise that he would know he wasn't alone. I found him in the back corner.

"Hey Patrick," I said, deliberately getting his name wrong. "If you're horny we can have some quick fun before anyone else comes in. Maybe we can give each other head and you can fuck me again. I think everyone else is pretty busy out there." I didn't give him a chance to talk as I reached out and took hold of his cock, which I was only partially surprised to find was rock hard. I stroked it and held on firmly.

"I had a feeling you were in here doing this. Kinda hard not to in the bubbles. Like the first time you fucked me in here. Slides in so easily with all this soap. But dude, should have come and got me. You know I'm always up for some fun. Just stay quiet in case anyone else comes in. I'll give you a blow job first, but don't cum yet. Just tap on my head or something when you're close and I'll stand up so you can fuck me. Then if you want you can blow me too, but that's not necessary if you aren't in the mood after you cum. Shit, dude at this rate, you'll not only have enough for a car, you'll have enough for a Bugatti by the time you're 17. I can't wait for you to spend the night like we planned. Just the thought of you sitting on my face, while I rim that sweet hole of yours as you suck my cock makes me wanna blow my wad." As I kept talking to him as if he were Patrick, I was firmly stroking his dick slowly which showed no signs of being unhappy with the attention it was getting. "We'd have so much sex that it would probably be cheaper for me just to hand over the Camaro to you. But first things first."

I dropped to my knees in front of Kurt and swallowed his dick down to the root. If the boys actually knew anything about cocksucking, he would know that by now I would have been able to distinguish that he wasn't Patrick, but so far he was playing along. Name me one straight boy who wouldn't when he was getting a blowjob. Especially when it involved some plausible deniability. I wondered if he would warn me before he was ready to cum or just fire down my throat in fear that I might not get him off. I would have loved to have been inside his head right now as he worked it all out. On one hand he could just cum and go and it wouldn't be any different than what he'd done before. One the other hand, he could have his first fuck and still be able to deny it, since he thought I believed he was Patrick. A win win for Kurt in all aspects. Straight boy morals versus horny teen curiosity, what would win? I didn't have to wait long as he tapped me on the shoulder. I stood up and turned around so that my ass was up against his cock and I made sure he could feel it. I rubbed some of the soap around his cock and aimed it at my hole as I bent over. While I had been blowing him, I had been getting my ass ready in case he chose this option. I bent over and reach for the toilet seat and braced myself as my other hand held his cock in place. Before he had a chance to change his mind, I backed up and swallowed his dick completely. He grabbed my hips almost instantly to steady himself.

"Yeah, that's right Patrick. Fuck me with that hard dick. I think it's gotten even bigger since last time," I said slyly knowing that Kurt was half an inch longer and a little thicker. "Now hurry up and fuck me and feed me that cum. Do it like we did the last time, just pound my hole straight boy, gets those nuts drained." He moved in and out a few times almost as a test before he picked up speed for the next three thrusts and shot his load. He involuntarily let out a small whimper as he came and held on as his body spasmed at the powerful feeling. Hook, line and sinker. Another straight boy who was no longer a virgin but couldn't tell anyone. "Well done, Patrick. That should keep you happy for a day. We should get out there before anyone knows we're missing. Once you get that dick down a bit, you head out first and I'll follow after I shut off the bubbles. Then we'll let the kids in here. Can't wait to pound your little ass again. Swear to god, you're gonna wear that dick out you have so much sex. Have you told Kurt about that chick you did the other day. Fuck that was so hot watching you bone her. I almost wanted to climb on top and fuck you, while you fucked her. You're braver than me though buddy. No way I could have eaten pussy like that. Did you see her fingering her pussy while she watched you blowing me. I think she came just seeing you swallow my load. You owe me your ass for that sex session. Too bad Kurt isn't into sex like you are. Fuck I'd love that. All of you doing each other. Shit it's making my dick hard again. You better get out of her before we go for round two," I said quickly. I was so much more evil than Darth Vader. Kurt had information about his friend that was absolutely not true, but he was going to believe it was. This should be interesting. Of course, I should warn Patrick...or not. I headed back out a few minutes later after killing the bubbles and spraying them down a little so they were more at kid height. I went back out and told the boys they could play in the foam if they wanted. It's like saying there's free Ice cream if anyone wants it. The pool emptied and all the naked boys raced for the foam. The older three held back for a bit, but eventually went to join them. Jason and I went in later to find the kids having a great time. One was on the floor sliding underneath the bubble line, only appearing once in a while to find his next victim. His job seemed to be to slide and knock people down. Others were creating bubble hair on their friends and two were back to back rubbing against each other. Needless to say, they both had baby boners. I walked to the back of the room and saw Cory on his knees just below the bubble line sucking off his 11 year old patrol leader. Both looked happy so I pretended not to see them and kept moving. And the social worker was worried about Blake being gay, she obviously hadn't seen Cory's fascination with dicks. Despite his cocksucking interest, I still figured Cory was probably straight. Now if he's still doing it exclusively when he's 14, I'll rethink my decision. Blake was playing with one of the other Scouts and just trying to cover each other as completely as they could in foam. I noticed that they both had erections as well. If I didn't get out of there soon, I was going to have one and I'd be looking for a hole to put it in. Troy was looking mighty delicious right about now. After we figured they had had enough, we turned the showers heads on until the foam, and all the erections, had been dissolved. They chose to run outside naked next and use that pool. Blake didn't hesitate to follow them. He was having an awesome day. We fed the boys pizza before they were picked up by the parents. The Dads heard all about the skinny dipping and the bubble room, but nothing inappropriate was mentioned about the aroused state of some of them. Maybe it just didn't register with them, or they knew enough to keep quiet. Cory on the other hand knew exactly what he was doing. I couldn't get the picture out of my head of him on his knees sucking a dick. It seemed so wrong, yet at the same time about as normal as it gets. No one was getting hurt or being forced to do anything, yet it seemed weird to actually see him doing it. I pictured him at 16 doing it and then standing up to get fucked. I was going to need a drink...a real drink. Blake and Cory hung out until it was time to take Cory home and they both left together. I figure the more he does that, the easier it will be each time to say goodbye. We watched a movie before he was sent off to bed.

At some point in the night, I was woken up with a loud crack. At first I thought we were being attacked. Maybe the boy scouts had shown up with rifles and were getting ready to take over the pool and bubble room. Then I saw a flash of lightning and the rumble of the thunder. I love a good thunderstorm. We don't get many of them, so they are pretty fascinating when they happen. I wasn't worried about the power going out as we had our own generator, so to me these were fun to listen to and watch. I loved seeing the flash and then counting until I heard the thunder to know if the storm was getting closer or not. As I lay there, I saw the bedroom door open and a small figure appeared. He came over to the bed with his big eyes wide open, holding his polar bear.

"Did the thunder and lightning scare you buddy?" He nodded as he held his stuffed toy against his chest. He was only in his underwear. "Do you want to sleep in here until it goes away?" He nodded again and I smiled. Finally, progress in the trust department. "Okay, hop in." He climbed over me and got under the covers between Colin and me.

Colin woke up and looked over at him. "Hey Blake. Couldn't sleep huh?" He shook his head. "No problem. The storm will pass soon enough." He shuffled over a bit to give our little guest more space and Blake slid under the covers with his polar bear still on his chest. There were two things on my mind at this point. The first was, please don't let him wet the bed, and the second was `oh shit, Colin and I are both naked'. I debated going for shorts, but it seemed silly since we had been naked half the day anyway. As I got settled under the covers, I decided to be a little more comforting with Blake. If he reacted badly, I'd just deal with it. I put my hand on his hair ruffled it a bit. It was so soft and his curls were almost addictive.

"Good night, Blake." I leaned over and kissed him on the top of the forehead quickly and then turned over to go to sleep without waiting to see what he'd do. He didn't shriek or fly out of bed or go for the kitchen knife, so I assumed we were okay for now. He obviously was totally committed to being a serial killer yet. I awoke in the morning to find him still in bed with us. He had pressed his back up against my side, as I slept face down. He was nice and warm and I suppose I must have felt the same way to him. I moved slightly and he shuffled so that he was lying in his back. I opened my eyes and he was staring back at me.

"Good morning. Looks like the storm is over. It was quite a big one," I said as I turned on my side to look at him. I strategically pushed my dick between my legs so that I wouldn't poke him with it. Something this big could spear the kid like a bayonet. (I keep telling you, it's my story and my dick will be as big as I want!)

He turned on his side to face me and smiled. Then he put his small hand on my waist and closed his eyes again to get some more sleep. I didn't dare move as I was so thrilled that he had taken the first step. I could see myself running through a mountain field holding his hands, twirling around and singing show tunes. But I sure didn't understand why I was wearing a black and white Nuns outfit, looking like Julie Andrews. I really got these visions checked. Who do you see for that? An optometrist?

We were on our way to normal. Normal for us anyway.

End of Chapter. Comments and suggestions welcome as always outinwest@ gmail.com. Still ahead...more normal? Definition of normal: usual, average typical, expected.