The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

Chapter 104

We have another crisis," yelled Kyle as he ran down the stairs.

"Christ, another zit?" I joked.

"What? No! I just read that they're out of Twinkies, Ho-Ho's and Ding Dongs. What the fuck! They might be coming for my ding dong next. I need to put my ding dong in a Twinkie or a Ho-Ho or I'm gonna go I'm gonna explode," he said as he jumped on the stool beside me.

"Relax, you can still get Twinkies and Ho-Ho's to put your ding dong in, they're just not making the Hostess ones anymore. Go down to the `Q' or over to Davie street. There's all sorts of Twinkies there," I chuckled.

"Whew, another crisis averted. Now what was that crack about zits? Do I have another one? Where is it! Oh my God. Where?"

"Chill drama queen. Take your ADHD meds. You don't any zits, except that one between your legs that you keep calling a penis."

"Jealous much, bitch?" He said as he jumped up to grab food. "You know, if you're going to be our Mom, shouldn't you get up early and make us breakfast and put up our lunches?"

"Keep talking like that and I'll take a slipper to your ass and ground you." I warned as I tried to tickle him. He screamed and tried to run away, just as Blake came down the stairs with his hair flying everywhere. He was the most adorable in the morning while he was only half awake.

"Morning buddy," I said. He smiled and blinked as he wiped his eyes.

"Hey Blake, wanna come to school with me? I need something for show and tell and my new brother would be perfect for that," he chuckled. Blake just looked at him wondering if he was serious.

"Ignore him, Blake. He's in grade 12. They don't have show and tell there. Usually Kyle just does show and tell in his room."

"Or under the school bleachers," he added as he made toast. "What would you like for breakfast Blake? Better hurry and decide or Troy might come down and try to make you pancakes."

Blake turned his nose up and stuck out his tongue as he grinned. So cute. "Blake and I are going to surprise Colin at his office today. I put a lunch appointment on his phone that he doesn't know about," I said. "Hopefully he doesn't have other plans already."

"Something tells me he'd dump them to spend time with you guys. Maybe I should miss school and go with you too?" Kyle grinned. Blake smiled and looked up at him wide eyed.

"No, you don't get to miss school. Nice try though," I told him. "Mom has spoken. Now get that tight little ass up to the shower and get it ready for the day."

"So an enema and silicone lube?" Kyle giggled.

"That depends on what subjects you're learning at school," I said trying to ignore him while keeping the conversation age appropriate for Blake, although something tells me that Blake knows a lot more than he lets on. We talk pretty openly and we sometimes forget he's around since he's so quiet.

"I'm learning biology and human reproduction," Kyle said smiling as he kissed me on the cheek and ran upstairs.

After everyone had left for the day, Blake and I made a trip downtown to Holt Renfrew to pick up a suit for him. After trying several styles we picked the one that he looked adorable in. I bought exactly the same suit and shirt for me, just in a couple sizes larger. We picked out matching ties with cartoon prints that reminded me of some of our underwear. Blake was grinning so wide when he saw us in the mirror that I thought his face might crack. I told them I needed the pants done immediately and would return in an hour to pick them up.

"We can't buy cool clothes without getting some bling to go with it," I said to Blake as we headed to the accessories. We picked out two watches and matching tie clips, as well as a pocket do-hickey that seems to serve no purpose except to sit in the upper pocket of your suit. I had them put it all with our suits and we headed to the Apple store to play with the new toys. I saw an iPad and the mini iPad with the keyboard app like their commercials, and since I loved seeing people play the Heart and Soul' tune I wanted to try it. It's supposed to be simple, but I must be simpler because I could never figure it out, but I had to try. I pressed a few keys and it sounded just like a real piano. "Check this out, Blake." I said as I touched a few keys. He came next to me and pushed a few as well to try them. I used the mini iPad with my other hand and pushed more. Then he surprised the hell out of me by playing Heart and Soul' on the big iPad.

"Cool. I always wanted to learn how to do that," I smiled as he played. He took my finger and showed me which ones to push, so I just let him. Woo Hoo! I was playing the piano. Next stop Vancouver Philharmonic, or wherever they play piano in a concert. Royal London something or other, Carnegie Hall? Juilliard? I was on my way. As soon as he had me a few notes in, he played the second half of the song on the mini iPad. He obviously knew what he was doing.

"Can you play it with both hands at the same time?" I said as I stepped back to give him room. He played it perfectly and I almost felt like dancing to it. Maybe he could play a concert at the Slam'r. We might just need David Guetta to techno it up a bit. Then he played another song I didn't recognize but it sounded good. He seemed to be having fun and I almost bought him a couple of iPads to take home, but I remembered that Colin and I agreed not to do that. He played on it for a bit until it was time to go. He seemed to forget I was around. I probably could have gone down the mall to cruise for a quickie and he might never have noticed I was missing. "Do you like the piano, Blake?" He nodded almost redundantly as he kept playing. I eventually pulled him away to go to Sears to see if we could find anything else for his room as I knew we needed extra sheets, although he hadn't had a repeat bedwetting incident since the first one, which was great. As the crowds built in the mall, I felt his hand reach up for mine and take hold of it. I felt such a thrill that I almost burst all the buttons on my shirt I was so excited. I wanted to hug him hard and spin him around in joy, but I had a feeling that less would be more in this situation. I avoided making a big deal out of it and once we got to the escalator up, he let go and stood in front of me. It was a small gesture, but such an important one in my mind. I almost wanted to get the security footage from the mall to have a record of it. We picked up a few extra things for his room like sheets and towels, and then headed downstairs to the mall exit. We had to pass the men's wear section and Blake ran to the underwear, smiling widely. He picked up a pair and handed them to me. I took them and since they were in my size, I wondered if maybe he was trying to tell me I needed a change or something. I almost put my hand down my pants to smell my crotch. He took the bag with our new shirts and ties in it and pulled out the ties. They were a perfect match to the underwear. I laughed.

"Perfect. Dude, that's hilarious." I almost said that he would make the perfect fag, but caught myself before I blurted it out. Then he excitedly went over to the boys wear and searched until he found the same thing in his size. There was no question that we would have to buy them.

"That's gonna look awesome. Matching our ties with boxers briefs. You know what we should do? Let's buy enough underwear for everyone and we can all match." I put my hand on his shoulder and we headed back to buy half a dozen more. I had been thinking about Blake playing the iPad and decided we had time before we needed to go back to pick up our new suits, so we took a walk down Granville to the Tom Lee music store. They had every type of musical instrument that you could imagine. We went up to the pianos and Blake looked in awe as we looked around the showroom. He sat at one of the baby grand pianos and in my mind I saw him in a tuxedo with tails and a bow tie. He sat down and ran his fingers over it as if checking to make sure it was real.

"Can I help you gentlemen with anything?" asked the sales guy as he came up to assist us.

"I'm not sure yet. Blake, do you want to try it out?" He turned to look at me and blinked and then put both hands on it. He moved the stool closer and put his feet on the pedals like he was planning on driving it somewhere. Then he played the same Heart and Soul song that he had done on the iPad. I had to admit, it sounded way better on the piano. Then he tried a couple other things and he sounded amazing.

"How long has he been the piano for?" the sales guy asked.

"I have no idea. I didn't even know he could play," I said feeling pretty stupid.

"He's good. You should have him tested."

I wondered if he was one of those child perogies that you hear about. "Thanks. We'll look into that. How much is a grand piano like this?"

"That one is $21,800 but if you want a top of the line Baldwin they could run up over $100 grand. A new baby grand ideal for a home would range from 21 to 45. Of course you could just pick up a used one for about half that if he's just learning."

"Probably where they got the name `grand piano'," I laughed. At that price we could buy dozens of iPads for him to play on. "Right now, we're just looking at what peaks his interest. Blake, are there any other instruments you know how to play?" I was curious now in case he was his own band. He looked around and I followed him up around until he found the drums and sat down to play on them. He was actually pretty good on those too. Maybe we could but those and put him out in one of the new garages after we sold the old Lamborghini. "Which do you prefer? The drums or piano?"

He shrugged his shoulders which I took to mean that he liked them both and then gave me a thoughtful look and made the piano fingers. Good choice in my mind. At least he wouldn't have to be locked in the garage if he had a piano. We looked around more, but nothing else seemed to attract his attention. At least I knew something about him I hadn't before. We went and picked up our suits before heading home to get changed for lunch. We dressed identically down to our new underwear and took pictures of the two of us together before heading over to Colin's office building. I took the new Lamborghini and Blake looked like he'd conquered the world as he sat there grinning and staring at me almost constantly. We parked at the lower level where the attendant could watch the car and headed up to Colin's office. I arrived at reception and received a much different welcome than the first time.

"Good morning Mr. Masters. I'll let Colin know you're here. And who is this amazing looking gentleman with you?"

"This is my son, Blake," I smiled testing the title out. It felt great and Blake smiled as he looked at me.

"Well you look very dapper," she said.

As soon as we sat down, I Googled dapper to see if that was a good thing or not. I showed the definition to Blake who continued smiling when he saw that it meant he was very stylish. Colin came out and saw us sitting there looking professional and smiled as big as Blake. "Wow, you too look hot enough to eat."

"We're not hot, we're dapper," I corrected and Blake giggled. Colin showed us into his office and invited Blake to sit in his chair. He looked so cute behind the desk that I couldn't resist taking pictures of the mini executive. "You know what Colin does in here all day? He leans back in his chair and puts his feet up on the desk. Give it a try." Blake put down the plastic bag he was carrying and lifted his legs up onto the desk. After some coaching from Colin, he put his hands behind his head and crossed his legs.

"Now you're a perfect executive," he grinned. "I assume that you're my lunch appointment."

"That's us. Masters and son incorporated."

"I can't think of two better people to go to lunch with. I guess I should put on a better suit or you two are going to make me look like a street bum. I love the matching outfits. That's crazy hot."

"Should we show him the rest?" I asked Blake. He stood up and pulled up his shirt and inched up his underwear. I did the same thing. Colin chuckled as he saw that we truly were identical. "Blake picked these out. Notice that they match our ties too?"

"Wow, you two really are ga...great at fashion," he said correcting himself.

"Go ahead and given Colin his present, Blake." He picked up the plastic bag he'd brought with him and handed it to our other half. He opened it and pulled out a matching tie and underwear.

"Perfect! That's absolutely perfect!" He beamed.

He went to his large closet and pulled out a suit, shirt and tie. I noticed that he had several choices in there. I guess it made sense for him to have a variety of clothes for whatever might come up during the day. He talked to us as he changed and put on his new boxer briefs and tie. His suit and shirt were a slightly different color than us, but with the matching ties, we looked pretty damn fine. Blake thought so too and took pictures of us. He set it up so that all three of us could be in the picture. Our shoes were so shiny that we might need sunglasses for the glare. That gave me an idea for after lunch.

We only had a couple of blocks to walk, but the number of comments we received was ridiculous. Blake was out in front and seemed proud of how he was dressed. Colin and I held hands as we went to the restaurant, verbally steering Blake as we went. The hostess thought Blake looked so cute dressed like me. I found it ironic. I had grown up a twin and avoided dressing like my brother except recently when we wanted to have some fun, and now I was dressing like my foster son. Strange to say the least. Blake sat opposite Colin and me and ordered a massive burger and fries. The thing was as big as his head and he couldn't get his mouth wide enough to eat it, so he ended up deconstructing it to eat in pieces. It had mushrooms, bacon, cheese, tomatoes, pickles and lettuce. I could imagine his suit being destroyed, but he surprised me by tucking his napkin into his shirt collar before eating. That showed he had some sort of decent upbringing. Colin and I had beef dip and fries. Once we were done, Blake just looked and blinked and then belched loudly. We both just about fell out of our chairs we were laughing so hard. That wasn't exactly the first sound I had hoped to hear from him one day. At least it came out of that end. He wiped his mouth and looked at us as we were trying hard not to hurt from laughing. Then he joined in and before long we just couldn't stop. My sides were hurting and Blake was joining right in with us. The waitress came over and saw us and smiled.

"I guess someone enjoyed his lunch," she said.

"Sorry about that. In some cultures that is a sign of great respect for the chef, so pass along our thanks!" I grinned. She asked if we'd like desert. "Something tells me he's full."

Blake shook his head and pointed to strawberry ice cream on the menu, so we ordered two of them. One for me and Colin to share. When it arrived, Blake's eyes flew open with excitement. It was silver bowl with a couple wafers, a couple huge scoops of ice cream, strawberry sauce over it and a real strawberry on top. He wolfed it down and licked the bowl clean. I plugged my ears for another belch and he just giggled as he wiped his mouth. We walked down Robson Street with Blake once again leading the way as we told him to find the sunglass hut. He brought it up on his phone and headed there like a tracking dog. We bought three pairs of matching Ray Bans and ended up walking out looking like the Men in Black.

"All we need now is a red flashy thing and we're set," I joked. Blake went back to his phone and within minutes was holding the screen up to us and flashing a red light at us. I howled with more laughter. He had found an app for lights that had one that flashed red, amongst other colors. The whole way back he kept flashing us...with his phone app. I guess he hadn't been to the Justin school of flashing yet. Probably a good thing.

We were certainly attracting a lot of attention and more than one person videoed us on their phones as we walked the street. We stopped at several stores, including Chapters where Blake went almost instinctively for the young reader's area. He picked up one thick book by Christopher Paolini called `Eragon' and sat down on the floor to read it. Colin and I looked at each other and smiled. We'd found something else he liked.

"Is that a good story, Blake?" He nodded and looked up with small tears forming in his eyes. My heart sank as I wondered if this was something from his old life. I gripped Colin's hand and squeezed. He squeezed back and smiled at me knowingly.

"Have you read this book before?" I asked. He nodded. "Did you lose it in your old house?" I had no idea if bringing it up would be good or bad and I hadn't been given any direction by the social worker. He just nodded. "Would you like to get it again?" He stood up and wrapped his arms around Colin and me and gave us a big hug. I was now fighting back my own tears. At this point, I would have bought him the entire store. We looked at the counter and noticed that there were three other books in the series, all just as thick as the first one. We bought them all, along with Hugo', which also seemed to peak his interest. I felt like using him as a Geiger counter and pushing around the store until he beeped, so I knew what else to buy. We bought the four books and he carried Eragon' in his bag and we carried the others. The hardback covers were awesome collector's items. Kindle was good, but books still have a better feel about them as you flip the pages. I missed that part of being a kid. Now we really looked silly. We were dressed alike, wearing the same sunglasses and each carrying a Chapter's bag. We're such fags...and a Blake.

We walked Colin back to his office and I told him we'd see him after work. Blake hugged him again and I wanted to take a picture of it. He must have really felt the emotion of buying the books. I wondered what else he had lost like that. No one could replace his family, but things could certainly be replaced, if it was a good idea. I'd have to ask the Social worker.

Colin walked us out and we ran into Randy doing his rounds. "Hey guys! Great to see you again Justin. Who's this good looking guy with you?"

"This is our son, Blake," I smiled introducing him.

"Your son? Wow, we have been out of touch a while. I didn't even know you were pregnant."

Blake giggled as he stood slightly behind me peering up at Randy.

"He's our foster son."

"Dude, if you hadn't told me that, I would have said he was your little brother or something. You look so much alike, except that he has way better hair. Lovin' the waves buddy. You could be a California surfer dude. Colin, when you're free I have some papers that need your signature before we can proceed."

"Just let me see the guys out and I'll be right there."

Randy said goodbye and we headed to the elevator. Colin hugged me and then crouched down to hug Blake again. "Make sure you keep Justin out of trouble," he smiled. "You guys are gonna be the hit of the town dressed like that. I think that should be your new look." We got on the elevator and waved as the doors closed.

"Pregnant," I snorted. "I couldn't imagine how much that would hurt to poop out a baby your size. That would hurt like a bitch." I smiled and reached into my pocket to hand him his dollar before he put his hand up for it. He tucked it into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. He was obviously no stranger to suits. I checked mine to see if I had an inside pocket too.

I wasn't in a mood to go home since we looked so good, so we jumped in the car and took a drive out to the Slam'r so he could see the night club. I parked in the loading bay and we went in the back entrance. A couple of staff were there setting a few things up for the evening and the music was running, although not at club levels. I knew enough about the display board to be able to get it to light up, so I took Blake over to it and showed him how to light up some of the walls. It wasn't as professional as real DJ and lighting guy, but we managed to get it to do some things.

"Hey Jason! I didn't know you were coming in early today. Who's your mini me?" I turned around to see T.J. smiling at me.

"I'm Justin," I corrected as I gave him a hug. He smelled as amazing as I remember. I could feel my penis rising to greet him too. Not the best time to spring a boner, although if we could keep Blake busy for 10 minutes, I could take T.J. behind the stage and get to know that sweet ass again. "How you been buddy? You and Jake still behaving yourselves together?"

"As much as you and Colin," he grinned slyly.

"Nice. This is my foster son, Blake. We were just trying out some of the lighting."

"Welcome to the Slam'r Blake. You wanna see what this baby can really do? Obviously Justin just pushes buttons to see what'll happen. Let me show you what we can really do." T.J. stepped up beside Blake who moved closer to me as the unfamiliar guy got near him.

"Just keep the volume where it is. No need to blow out his ear drums just yet," I advised. T.J. put Gangnam Style on and gave Blake the full video display, from silhouettes dancing like the guy in music video and then included laser lights. He moved the walls to let him see the club morph into something bigger. Then he hit the floor lights and Blake almost cooed. If a person can actually coo.

"Wanna go dance?" I asked. He nodded and ran down the stairs to the main floor. I was right behind him and we danced to the music in our suits. His eyes never left the walls as T.J. worked his magic and showed him what the LED walls could do. He also chased some of the lights on the floor as they changed. We might have to put this system in Blake's bedroom. That gave me a fucking brilliant idea for his birthday. I gave myself a loonie for the swear jar. At one point T.J. freaked him out a bit by turning the entire floor to water, which made it feel like we were in the middle of a lake with trees and a shoreline all around us on the walls. Blake looked a little nervous. I gave T.J. the cut sign across my neck.

"Okay guys," T.J. said over the speakers "How about we play a game? Blake this is just for fun and nothing will actually happen, but it'll feel weird."

Blake looked at me and I shrugged and smiled. He shrugged back. "Okay, we're in until I say stop," I said. The whole floor changed to multi colored tiles each about a two foot square.

"So I'm gonna yell out a color and you have to jump on a tile that is NOT that color because they will fall through the floor and if you're standing on one you might fall too, and you'd be out of the game. I'll give you an example. Both of you stand on a green tile to begin." We stood on the green tile as instructed. "Good, not don't move. This is just an example. If I yelled red, you would jump on any tile except red." Then the red tiles will disappear. We watched as the red tiles appeared to fall down away down a deep hole. It was a bit surreal as it felt like they actually fell. "Then if I yelled yellow, the yellow tiles would drop." We watched as they did. Blake looked up at me in fear. This might be a bit much for him.

"Blake, it's just an illusion. Look the floor is still here." I stepped to where the yellow tiles were and jumped up and down to show him. I moved to a blue tile and told T.J. to go ahead and drop the blue ones. He did and I had to admit that for a moment, I felt like I was going to fall. It was pretty realistic. I almost jumped to the green tile. Blake wasn't quite sure about it. "Hold my hand Blake and watch as the green tiles drop. I nodded to T.J. as soon as Blake had hold of my hands. He dropped the green tiles and Blake gripped my hands in fear as he thought he was going to fall too. Once they were all gone and the floor was back to basic black, he looked and me and smiled.

"Wanna try again?" I asked. He nodded and T.J. reset the floor with more colors and smaller tiles. This LED system never ceased to amaze me. If you did this with a bunch of tweaked out clubbers it could start a panic. Fun or what! We played the game for a bit, jumping from tile to tile as T.J. yelled out which ones would drop next. When Blake jumped on a yellow by mistake and it dropped out from under him, he jumped against me and held on for a second until he realized he wasn't actually in danger. I smiled and decided that we had had enough of that for now. I showed him around the club as T.J. played with the lights and music a bit before we thanked him and headed out.

Both of us stayed in our suits and played pool and foozball until the other guys arrived home. They made such a fuss over us we felt like celebrities. I whispered in Blake's ear and we told the guys to wait in the great room and we'd be right back. We ran up to my bedroom and undressed down to our underwear and matching ties. Then we grabbed all the underwear for everyone and ran back downstairs. The guys laughed when they saw us. Alex said we looked like male dancers. He avoided saying strippers. Blake gave each of them the underwear that we had bought. Fortunately all of us wore the same size so it was easy to hand out. Not quite as easy when we did the laundry, but it rarely mattered since we pretty much shared everything...even boyfriends and husbands.

They all stripped and changed into their new shorts and we looked like we were about to do an Aussie Bum commercial. Colin arrived home shortly afterwards and when he saw us. He stood in front of everyone and stripped to his matching underwear. They all laughed as he stood there looking just like Blake and me in tie and undies. We took several pictures. Blake stayed in his tie and underwear for the rest of the night and even wanted to go to bed in them, until I told him he couldn't sleep in a tie. Once he was in bed, I went down to the guys and told them about his musical skill.

"I think he might be a musical perogy," I announced. "Even the guy in the store said we should look at getting him tested." All the guys laughed as I talked. "What? I think we should seriously look at it. What if he's got mad skills in piano or drums and we're not letting him advance them?"

"It's not that," Troy chuckled. "It's not perogy. It's a prodigy. A perogy is a dumpling thing usually stuffed with potato."

"Yeah, have you seen the kid eat? If he keeps it up he'll be a dumpling." I smirked. The group laughed and I felt kinda stupid using the wrong word, but it was pretty funny.

The next day, I had a revelation. No, not one of those chocolate covered ice cream bars...an idea. I printed some stuff out on my computer and went into Blake's room during the morning and lay down beside him on the floor as he played.

"Blake, buddy. Since you aren't ready to talk yet, I thought maybe you'd like to help me out a little so that I can get to know more about you. Yesterday when you played the piano, I realized that there is probably lots of stuff that you enjoy that we haven't had a chance to do, so I printed out a few sheets of paper with places for you to fill stuff in." I pulled the first paper and it said food' on the top and had favorites', dislike' and wanna try it' columns. Then I had activities' with good at', like' wanna try' `tried and meh' I also had a page for things he'd like to have eventually. I figured if he had more things like the Eragon book or something, it would be good to know. "So would you fill those out for me? You can do it now, or later or whenever you feel like it, or whenever things come to mind just keep adding to it and give it to me. He looked and gave me one of his soon to be patented and marketed blinks and smiles. He ran to get his pencil crayons and spilled them all out on the floor and then got a large book to put the paper on so he could write properly. I avoided suggesting he could have just as easily gone and sat at his desk. I have to admit, I still like lying on the floor doing stuff like that too. Well, that and other activities where you can lie on the floor. Caterpillar watching, ant frying with magnifying glass... What did you think I was going to say? I'm not a slut. Maybe just a little.

Blake was off in his world, so I let him alone to work on his task and it was barely half an hour before he ran down and gave me one of his sheets. It was the food one. It was pretty basic.

Favorites: `mac and cheese, grilled cheese, cheez whiz, cheese slices, cheese sticks' (apparently he likes cheese), lobster, steak, ice cream, tingly ice cream lemon and rasberry, pizza, spagetti and meatballs, root beer, regular beer (hehe). I pretty much like everything, except stuff on dislike list dislikes: brokuli, liver, octopus, mussels and skwid, troys pancakes wanna try it: anything except dislike list

I smiled as I read it. His favorite list was my favorite list too. This kid really could be my brother. I loved the spelling of things and howled when I say Troy's pancakes on his dislikes. I would show that to the guys for sure. I didn't hear another word out of him until I went up to see if he was ready for lunch. "So for lunch I thought we could have a broccoli, live and octopus sandwich between two of Troy's pancakes. Whadda ya think?" He turned to look at me and curled his nose up and stuck out his tongue. We grinned and decided on grilled cheese sandwiches. Even I knew how to cook those, but he surprised me by adding ham to them as we cooked. That wasn't on his favorite list.

After lunch he raced back upstairs and I poked my head in to see how he was doing. He was colorfully working on his activities list. I looked it over as I lay on the bed and watched him. So far he had quite the list.

Good at: piano, soccer, video games, gymnastics, drama class, art, bike riding and jumping, swimming, magic Like: bowling (getting better), drums, fishing, camping, roller blading, singing, skateboarding, lazer tag Wanna try: kyles flying thing, driving, baseball, Cory said we should put sex here, bungy jumping, go carts, street dancing, motorbikes, ju jube itsu or other marshall arts, snowboards Tried and meh: basketball, football, ballay(yuk), hockey, tennis, rock climbing, golf, hunting

I wondered how big this list might get. I laughed at the suggestion from Cory. That definitely sounded like him. I wondered if he was texting for ideas, but didn't ask. He didn't provide me with anything else for the rest of the day and we went out to see Alex at the Grind'r later on and then bought some groceries. I was actually curious to know what tingly ice cream was, and found out he meant sorbet, so we bought lemon and raspberry. Plus we got extra cheese and cheese slices and cheez whiz. In fact we bought almost every type of cheese known to man as I figured he might like to try them. Maybe we should download a cheese cookbook too.

After dinner, Colin and I had agreed to take Blake out for a bit. It was time to introduce him to my parents. He dressed nicely, but not over the top. We got to my parent's house and as always they welcomed us warmly, hugging Colin and me.

"Who is this young man with you?" My Mom said smiling at Blake who stood slightly behind us in his defensive position. I tried getting him to come around to meet her, but he stayed slightly back just looking at my Mom and Dad. We had told him where we were going so he didn't think we were trading him in or anything.

"Mom, Dad, this is our foster son, Blake. Blake meet my Mom and Dad. I guess they could be considered your foster grandparents."

"Hi Blake," my Mom said sweetly. "If I know the boys, they probably aren't feeding you properly. Would you like some milk and cookies? I just baked them fresh." He looked up at me and blinked.

"Hey trust me if you must be special if you get fresh cookies. We just get vegetables and water when we come over," I said taking him to the kitchen with us where we sat down at the table. My Mom played host and brought all of us glasses of milk and a big plate of cookies. She never stops being Mom. We dunked the cookies in the milk while we made small talk so that they could get to know Blake and he could get used to them. Afterwards, Colin and I showed him my and Jason's old bedrooms. He took great interest in them as he looked around. Once we had visited long enough, we headed home so he could make it to bed on time. I noticed that he seemed pretty distance after visiting my parents. Colin and I went up to see him to bed and he looked at us, almost staring as he eventually climbed under the covers. "Okay, time for sleep. I know what you need instead of a kiss." I pushed him onto his back and gave him a raspberry on his stomach. He squealed and flayed around. I did it again and then told him that it was time to sleep. Both Colin and I gave him a kiss on the forehead and he hugged us as we did it. Sometime later in the night, Blake came into our bedroom and climbed over me and got in bed between us. I didn't say react except to rub his head and kiss his forehead again, although I wish he'd give us advance notice so I could put clothes on, although I don't suppose it really mattered since we were all naked around the house on a regular basis. I usually sleep face down as I find it more comfortable, except when I'm half lying on top of Colin and today was no exception. I was woken up with Blake rubbing up against me and his arm over my back. At first I thought it was Colin, but realized quickly that it was a much smaller person. He was humping my leg and I just froze. He had started out with underwear on, but apparently at some point in the night he removed them to be naked like Colin and me, and now his morning boner was rubbing up and down against my leg. He must be having one hell of a dream. I was about to wake him up or move away when I felt the side of my leg get wet. I almost chuckled as he had his wet dream, instead I waited for him to stop humping me and go back to not moving before I moved my hip slightly and rubbed against the bed to dry my leg. I had no idea if that was cute or disturbing, but it wouldn't be the first time someone had cum on me in the morning. It was a couple more hours before we got up for the morning and I didn't bother to tell Colin or Blake what had happened. Just part of being a boy, although I might need to get him a girlfriend or boyfriend soon, so that I wouldn't become his regular humping post.

I told Blake that Alex needed help at the Grind'r so we went down and helped for a few hours. Blake cleared tables, took food out to people and even learned to use the computer for entering orders. He was a smart kid, although he still never talked and stuck close to Alex or myself when he was doing a task. We texted the guys and told them that Blake and I would be cooking dinner tonight.

`Are you sure he needs your help? We'd like to live.' Kyle texted back. I just ignored him.

We stopped by the M&M meat shop to pick up some precooked pot roast which I'd had before. We heated it up according to the rules and Blake made the vegetable with it. If we keep eating this well, all of us will be gaining weight and having to buy new pants. Colin came home with J.P. and Ryan and they had a pile of stuff with them including new cameras that were much larger than the small ones we already owned, as well as lighting and cables. I guess I was getting my porno after all. They said the cameras could be hooked up to monitors and we would be able to see what was being filmed as it happened. They also said that one computer monitor would be close by to tell us what to do like a teleprompter instead of having someone talk. I always wondered how they did that. `Move your hand, pull your dick further out, suck his balls, put your dick back in his ass after you cum.' So many possible instructions for a porn video. I just thought they fucked and the camera guy filmed it. Ryan said it was mostly scripted and could take place over several days and then they edited it to get the best shots. Cooool! I wanted to get going now, but apparently we needed to write the script first. Damn it! I want that 9 incher in me! Aren't we supposed to do rehearsals and stuff?

After dinner, we unpacked everything and set it up in the great room with Blake sitting on the couch watching and helping where he could. We tested the equipment by filming stuff just for fun. It really looked like a professional studio and the lighting improved the picture quality a great deal. We filmed a lot of Blake which was more like a silent movie than an action film. Ryan showed us how to avoid looking at the camera when it got close to us, which is way harder than it looks. I mean your first instinct is to see where it is and what it's doing. I couldn't imagine how much more difficult it would be when the camera was right up close filming you fucking and kissing. Talk about distracting, but we had fun playing with it until it was time for Blake to head up to bed. We were just putting some of the things away when I heard Blake shrieking from upstairs. I raced up the stairs three at time to get to him. He was in the middle of his room frozen in place. As soon as I got to him he wiped the tears and looked down. He had gotten his penis stuck in his zipper. What boy hasn't done that at one point of another?

"Ouch, huh?" I said as I crouched down in front of him to have a look. He had really caught it good and no matter how I did it, it was going to hurt. "So there's lots of good things about being a boy and a couple bad things. This is one of those bad things," I said as I looked up at him and smiled. "All we can do is unzip it quickly, but it's gonna hurt a little buddy. Hold onto my shoulder and be brave okay?" He nodded as I carefully took hold of the zipper and yanked it back down. He jumped and yelled out. I pulled him against me and gave him a hug for a second.

"That's the worst part. Now let's have a look and see make sure you're alright. I helped him step out of his pants and we took a look at his penis. The underside was bleeding a bit where he had done quite a number on catching himself. I led him into the bathroom and had him step out of his underwear and sit on the toilet seat. I got out a wash cloth and wiped the blood away so I could see the cut. It wasn't that bad and I showed it to him. It wasn't even bleeding that badly. I stopped for a second and wondered if you could put a Band-Aid on a penis. I would probably just have to use one of those stretchy elastic types. Instead I found a small round Band-Aid dot and put it on over the cut. With all the attention that his penis received, I suppose it was only natural that he got an erection as I cleaned him up and secured the Band-Aid. I ignored it except to continue to be impressed by how big it seemed for a 12 year old. I wish I had pictures of my own dick at 12 for comparison. Being so close to it, I could guess that he was easily 4 inches, maybe a little more and it looked like he had more hair than before. Not much, but enough that you could see he was well on his way to becoming a good looking teen. Lookout girls Blake the lady (or boy) killer is on his way. He looked at me and grinned. Then he put his finger to his mouth and kissed it and looked at his penis. I laughed.

"Oh really? You think I have to kiss it better? Nice try. That rule only applies to knees, elbows and fingers. Not penises. Funny though, very funny."

He grinned and I kissed my finger and touched the band-aid. "There all better." He pulled his underwear back on and went back to the bedroom and climbed into bed. It certainly won't be the last time he gets that appendage stuck in a zipper, but at least he knows what to do now. I sat beside him and he handed me one of his books.

"You want me to read to you?" I asked surprised as he seemed too old for a bedtime story. He nodded and shuffled up against me.

"Okay, how about if I tell you one instead of read to you?"

"Ever hear of Rapunzel?" He nodded. "Since you have cool hair and so did she, I'll tell you that story." He smiled and blinked.

"Once upon a time in the middle of the forest was a large stone tower. No castle, just a stone tower. Obviously the builder ran out of money to finish it. Prince Charming was riding his horse through the forest and came upon this magnificent tower and heard singing from the window way up high. He called out.

"Hello! Is anyone there?" A head came through the window and looked down at him. "Hi. Who are you?" He asked.

"Rapunzel," she replied.

"Is that your first name or last name?" He asked not sure.

"It's my only name," she said.

"Really? Rapunzel? Geez someone dislikes you huh?"

"Why? What's your name?"

"Prince Charming."

"And you're criticizing me?"

"But you can call me Scott if you like," he said quickly. "What are you doing up there?"

"The evil witch locked me up in the tower."

"Yeah, I don't get along with my in-laws either," the prince replied. "Can I come up and visit?"

"You have to climb up my hair?" She replied. "It's the only way. If you ask me to lower my hair I will."

"How do I do that?" Asked the prince.

"Just say, Rapunzel Rapunzel let down your hair so I can climb the golden stair."

"Crazy chick," the prince mumbled under his breath, but decided to humor her. "Rapunzel Rapunzel let down your hair so I can climb the golden stair."

She flung her long golden locks out the window and they fell all the way to the ground. The Prince jumped back out of the way and looked at it. "That's some serious hair. She must spend a fortune on shampoo," he said quietly to himself.

"Now all you do is climb up my hair and enter through the window," she yelled down to him.

"You know I weigh 170 pounds right? 220 with all this armor. How about if I just use the stairs?"

"There aren't any," she said. "I've been locked up in here since I was 12 and the only visitor I get is the witch who climbs my hair to get in."

"So let me get this right. The witch locked you up when you were 12 and now climbs up your hair to see you. How did she get you in the tower in the first place?"

"I don't remember. It was a long time ago my Prince."

"Okay, well I'm just gonna come up the stairs, and you can call me Scott. There's a hatch on the ground over here. I'm pretty sure climbing up your hair is like the worst idea of the week. We'll end up on one of those world's worst rescue videos as I end up pulling you out of the window by your hair."

Prince Charming entered the hatch and climbed the stairs wondering why he was even bothering, but curiosity got the best of him. He lifted the heavy wooden bar locking the door at the top and entered the girl's room. She was beautiful and her long flowing hair was everywhere. She had the face of an angel and a smile that would melt steel.

"Hi. So if you ever want visitors again, just tell them to use the stairs. Now you can probably cut your hair a little."

"Thank you Prince Scott. You have rescued me from the evil witch. Will you marry me?"

"Whoa slow down girl. How about a first date and we'll see how things go?"

The prince took Rapunzel down the stairs trying not to trip over her miles of hair dragging along the ground behind her, and they headed to the edge of the nearby lake for a few hours. Rapunzel jumped to her feet in panic. "I must get back. If the witch returns and I'm not there, who knows what evil things she might do."

"You mean worse than locking you in a tower by yourself for ten years and using your hair like a rope ladder?"

Rapunzel raced back to the tower and up the stairs with Prince Charming hot on her heels, trying not to step on her hair.

"You must lock the door and hide so she doesn't find you here," Rapunzel told him.

Scott just shook his head and went into the stairwell. He used his cell phone to call the Palace. As predicted, the evil witch returned and asked Rapunzel to lower her hair. She was half way up when the Palace police arrived.

"Excuse me ma'am. Would you come down here please? You're under arrest for kidnapping and unlawful detainment. The evil witch dropped to the ground and smiled politely at the officers. "Sorry Gentlemen I think there must be some mistake. I'm visiting my daughter to bring her some apples. Would you like one?"

"No, we know that story, sister. Snow White is still recovering from that incident. Charges are still pending against the 7 dwarves she was living with as well, not to mention the Prince for kissing her while she slept. Just place the basket on the ground and put your hands behind your back."

The witch did as she was told and was taken off to jail. Prince Charming opened the door to Rapunzel's room and they went back to the castle to live happily ever after. She took one of the rooms in the hallway where Snow White, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty (Princess Aurora) and Princess Jasmine were living."

Blake giggled, rolled his eyes and put his arm over my chest and smiled as he leaned against me for a moment. Then he reached over to his night table and gave me one of his lists. I took it and he slipped down the bed and under the covers. I think like bedtime stories, although I may have to brush up on them as I may have had a few facts wrong. He should just be thankful that I didn't gay it up. Prince Charming would have hooked up with Aladdin. I left his room and as I walked down the stairs, I took a quick look at his list and had to sit down. Maybe I shouldn't have done this exercise.

Things I'd like eventually: A family who loves me, a bike, my friends back, a piano, to cook like my mom, a room full of chocolate bars and candy, a softer pillow, a puppy, Cory to live with me, to go back to my school, to go to Disneyland, pictures of my family, my own car like troys, a real home again, to win a trophy, to meet Justin Bieber.

Had I just royally fucked up by having him list things that I couldn't possibly give him? It was a pretty mature list for an almost 12 year old. One thing I did notice is that he didn't ask for him mom, dad and siblings back. I suppose he is old enough and smart enough to know reality from fiction. But the meaning in some of his things was obvious. He was one hurting little boy. I couldn't help it. Tears began to run down my face as I sat there and wondered how he had been so brave in the face of his loss. I wanted to run back up and hold him until everything was alright again. I knew that he would have at least one more big hurt ahead when they took him from us and gave him to a real family, but I would do everything in my power to make sure that he was actually being adopted and not just going to be bounced between more foster homes. I would use every bit of money I had and borrow some from Colin if I needed it; to make sure that Blake was never hurt again. I showed the guys his lists and they were almost as emotional as I was. Kyle and Troy wrote things down that they thought they could help with, but we agreed that we couldn't buy him something like a puppy because if he was adopted and they didn't allow animals, it would be one more loved one to be taken away from him. I copied the lists and put the originals on the counter to give back to him in the morning to keep working on if he thought of more things. I felt like shit after reading the last list and curled up with Colin to have him hold me.

Troy had been mysterious lately spending lots of time out of the house and staying out overnight. It was unusual for him not to talk about what was going on and I hoped he wasn't getting involved with something like drugs, or anything illegal. It was more probable that he had switched back to girls and didn't want to disappoint us by saying that he had decided to be straight. Almost like the reverse scenario from a straight household. He'd tell us when he was ready, but I didn't like him being so distant.

On Thursday we got our usual visit from the Social worker and she spent her required alone time with Blake. When she came down she said he seemed happy and had proudly shown her the new books he had displayed prominently on his bookcase. We told her how we came to find out about the book and asked if it was the right thing to do. She assured us it was better to let him embrace memories to begin the healing process, than to try and repress them, only to have them surface in the future in more unhealthy ways. She also said he'd shown the lists he made and she thought it was a great idea to get him to communicate a little. She asked if we would make her a copy, so I did in hopes that it would help get to know him better. It certainly helped me relax that my ideas hadn't totally been wrong and chalked them one up to luck rather than skill. I asked if she had any more information about his past life such as likes and dislikes in case he'd repressed some stuff, but she said there was very little information except what Blake himself had offered. She admitted that I'd found out more than they had so far. I felt a little proud of myself for that.

Cory invited Blake to spend the weekend at his place which I wasn't sure about, but both Colin and Jason said it might be good for him and Sheila promised to look after him closely. It would have been hypocritical of me to say no, since she trusted us with her son on a regular basis, so I agreed. He smiled, but didn't appear as overly excited as I thought he might. I used to love sleeping at friends places when I was a kid. Maybe he was just nervous about being at another new place for the night. Hopefully if he kept doing regular kid things he would learn to relax and enjoy them. Plus Cory had been good for him...so far. Once I'd agreed to it, I realized I would have two days free to do what I wanted.

Friday morning Jason flopped down beside Bake and me. "Blake, we're gonna have some fun with Cory and if you're up for it. I told him we'd pick him up after school."

Blake just looked at us as I responded. "What are we planning?"

"I got the limo and picked up some microphone clips like you see in movies for where the secret service guys talk into their sleeves. We'll get dressed in our suits and pretend to be his bodyguards. We'll go to the mall for a bit before heading home. Let's see how much excitement we can create."

"Funny. He'll like that. He loves it when we do crazy things like this."

"Alex is joining in as well so he'll have 4 bodyguards."

We made our plans and tested the microphones to make sure we could talk to each other using our cellphones.

"What's code name should we give Cory?" Jason asked.

"Squirrel," I laughed.

"He'd hate us for that," Jason smiled. "I was thinking Tigger, but it might be too young for him now."

"Let's call him Sandstorm," Alex offered as he joined us.

"I like that. He's kinda like a sandstorm when he blows in."

We dressed in our suits and helped each other fit the earpieces and sleeve microphones. We laughed as we tested them with each other and then put on our sunglasses. As we walked downstairs, Colin was coming home and saw us looking like clones. He broke out laughing and told us to wait while he got the camera to record this. We posed first by standing there looking fierce, and after several serious shots, we got into total fun mode and posed like Charlie's angels with Blake in front. The limo arrived and we jumped in and headed for Cory's school. It pulled up outside the elementary school and we stepped out to wait for the bell. As we stood there looking ominous, one of the teachers came up and asked us who we were. I took of my glasses so that she could see my eyes.

"We're Cory Mills' brothers. We're picking him up today and having some fun with it."

"Do you have some identification sir?" She asked. I smiled and handed her my driver's license which she used to check a list on her clipboard. We were all authorized to pick up Cory in case of emergencies, so she relaxed when she found our names. I had to admit, I liked this teacher for taking such an interest in the safety of the kids. She gave me back my information and just stood near the door keeping an eye on things. When the bell went and the students started pouring out some hung out to see what the limo and official looking men were all about. One big eye boy looked up at me as he stood there with his Mom. I introduced myself to her. I talked into my sleeve as he continued to stare at me.

"Prepare for the arrival of Sandstorm," I said. "Tango one, we may have a situation here. Would you like me to neutralize the problem?" I asked looking down at the curious boy.

"What's neutralize mean?" the boy asked. I almost laughed and his Mom smiled. She seemed as interested as he was.

"It means to take care of the problem," I replied.

"What kind of problem do you have? Is this car for someone famous?" He asked.

"No, we're just picking someone up," I replied.

Jason looked at me from the back of the limo and spoke. "Echo one, do you need backup or can you handle it?" I looked at him and smiled.

"I think I got it," I replied.

Cory came out of the front doors with his friends and saw us standing there. His face lit up with a giant smile and he went to race down the stairs. The teacher stopped him. "Cory, do you know these men?"

"Yes, Miss Danley. They're my brothers," he confirmed with excitement. She was being overly cautious now. I guess our game was just a little over the top for her.

My curious little dude looked at Cory. "How come you get picked up in a limousine?"

"My brothers are super rich and like to play games like this," he replied casually as if it were an everyday occurrence. "Hi Blake!" Cory said waving at him. Blake waved back, grinning.

"Can I see inside?" The young boy in front of me asked.

Cory looked at me. "Bravo One, Sandstorm would like to have an unauthorized civilian look inside the vehicle."

"I think we can allow it. You might want to search him for weapons though." Alex said into his sleeve.

The kid looked at us. "I'm 9. I don't have any weapons, and why are you guys talking to your wrists? You're standing side by side." His Mom chuckled.

I stared at him trying to look serious. "That's classified." I opened the door and the kid pushed past me and poked his head inside.

"Whoa, cool." He said and climbed inside to have a look around.

"Echo one, it looks like you have a security breach," Jason said as he looked at me grinning. Cory introduced us to Kevin and Jessie and they climbed in the car next. Cory followed and we waited outside while he explained everything and how it worked.

The young kid's Mom looked at the four of us. "So is there a reason that you guys are dressed like that?"

"No, not really. We're just playing a game with Cory. Today we're his security detail. We try to keep coming up with interesting things to surprise him."

"Well he's lucky to have brothers like you." She stuck her head inside the car. Come on Jonathan, we have to get home before your sister."

"Okay, bye Cory," he said as he climbed out of the car. "Bye Cory's brothers."

The antics were attracting the attention of others and a few other kids wanted to see inside the limo and asked their parents for permission. We ended up talking to about a dozen parents as Cory and his friends entertained the onslaught of visitors over the next few minutes. We finally got them all out and were able to head for the mall. Cory would be popular tomorrow. Normally Cory hangs out at Ricky's after school for a couple hours until his Mom gets home, but we offered to look after him until she got home, and this seemed like a fun way to do it. In the mall we formed a box around Cory and Blake as we walked through the mall, looking around as if we were checking for a security threat. We let the boys get ice cream and a drink as we went through the food fair and we were attracting a lot of attention, which made me realize how dumb it was to have security like this. We were creating a bigger threat than if we had just dressed normally. Secret service...take note. However, Cory and Blake were having a riot with it. Each time Cory moved, we followed him. As he headed for the bathroom, he turned and looked at Jason.

"I got this on my own," he giggled as he and Blake went in and we waited at the door. I think we scared a few people away as we stood there. Once the solo mission was completed, we walked around the mall for a bit before returning to the car and heading to his house.

"Next time, can I be security for Blake or one of you guys?" Cory asked. We agreed. We pulled up at the house and we jumped out and surveyed the area before opening the door to allow Cory and Blake to exit the car and be walked to the front door. Once inside the game was over, except that the boys wanted to play with the radios for a bit, so we hooked Cory up and they raced around the house hiding and being spies. It certainly kept them busy. Cory showed us around his room and talked about their plans for the weekend. I suggested that maybe we could help Cory with his homework to get it out of the way so they could enjoy as much time as possible together. One thing about grade 4 homework it's pretty easy. I mean I AM smarter than a fourth grader. I'd seen the show for fifth graders, so I knew it was all over for me next year, but at least I could help today.

Sheila got home and Cory ran to greet her with Blake. She thanked us and I told her that Blake had his phone if he needed to call me for anything. Other than that I didn't know what else to tell her. The kid didn't have any allergies or quirks that I knew of, except for the whole not speaking thing, so it was time to leave them to their weekend. Both boys walked us to the door and they waved as we drove away. At home I instantly realized how quiet the place seemed without Blake. Strange `cause the kid was quieter than the fridge.

I wandered around his room picking up some of his toys and changed the sheets and stuff. I felt like a real housewife of Vancouver. Maybe I could hook up those cameras and film myself doing reality stuff for HBO. Here's Justin vacuuming and changing sheets. Here's Justin playing with Hot Wheels without a kid present. Here's Justin running naked through the house. Here's Justin fucking the pool boy and car guy. It would be a mega hit.

Now I had a whole weekend of absolute freedom to do adult things and become Justin again. I felt like a prisoner with a weekend pass and I was going to wear myself out and enjoy it. Look out Slam'r, Cell'r, Q Dungeon, Craigslist and Stanley Park...here I cum...literally.

It was less than an hour before I received a call from Cory. "Hi Justin. Blake just wanted me to call to let you know we're having fun and making a tent in the family room to camp there tonight. K, we have to go."

Two hours later I got another call. "Hi it's Cory again. We're just going to have pizza and then probably play video games in our fort before bed. Blake wanted me to let you know."

"Have fun and enjoy yourselves. Maybe Colin and I should make a fort over here too."

"Nah, it's just for kids," Cory said sounding worldly.

"Talk to you later guys," I said as they hung up.

It was fun hearing from them knowing they were thinking of us, but I wondered if my weekend pass had some small print on it that I just hadn't seen when they gave it to me.

End of Chapter. Comments welcome at outinwest@gmail.com. Please feel free to check out the story in PDF format on my yahoo group at http://dir.groups.yahoo.com/group/pridecanadabc.