The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

Chapter 107

By the time Wednesday arrived, I had heard from at least a dozen parents with kids Blake's age and at least a dozen more that knew him from school, or other things he'd been involved with. It sounded like all of them were worried about what had happened to him. I found out that more of his friends were Drake, Hunter, Quinn and a girl named Samantha. Go figure, my boy has a girl friend. I'm gonna need books on this one. Put thing A into front slot B, avoid rear slot in most cases, handle upper frontal bumps with care. Do 12 year old boys even like girls? I'm pretty sure I didn't, but then I may not be the best baseline for comparison. I had no idea who was more nervous about the play date, me or Blake, but once the buzzer went for the front gate, we were both dressed nicely and waiting on the main floor. I opened the gates and we headed outside to greet the car.

"Just a reminder buddy, if you go swimming, you need shorts today okay? Woman in the house." He nodded his understanding.

As they pulled up, Blake surprised me a little by hiding slightly behind me as if he were scared of meeting them. A boy Blake's size hopped out of the back and stood waiting for his Mom. He was cute, not Blake cute, but then who is?

"Hi, you must be Justin. I'm Marge, and this is Aiden."

"Hi, welcome. Of course you both know Blake," I said stepping aside so they could see him properly. He stayed up against me and blinked at them.

"Look at how tall you've gotten," Marge said. "You're almost all grown up now. Do you remember Aiden?" Blake nodded and smiled. "Aiden, say hi to Blake."

"Hi Blake. This is a seriously cool house. Are there lots of people living here with you?"

Blake shook his head and held up seven fingers.

"Buddy, why don't you show Aiden around and then you guys can go swimming if you want." I invited them all in and Blake took Aiden by the arm and they ran upstairs.

Marge had a sad look on her face as we headed to the great room. "He was so talkative and outgoing before the fire. Do they think he'll snap out of it?"

"I have no idea, but I'm hoping so. Apart from not talking everything else about him seems fine, but then I didn't know him before. How long has it been since the boys have seen each other?"

"Over 7 months now. Aiden was so upset when Blake just disappeared. It was almost as if he'd died with his family. I can't imagine what Blake went through losing everything and everyone he knew."

"Me neither, but it may explain why he's not talking. The social worker thinks it was because he was picked on in other foster homes, but I think he was picked on because he was quiet and seemed vulnerable. We're trying to make sure that he never has to face that situation again." I stopped short of telling her we were waiting for a family to adopt him. I didn't want anyone to take him from us by being nice and offering to become his family. I know that wasn't looking out for Blake's best interest, it was actually selfish on my part, but you can't help what the heart feels. "Would you like a drink?"

"Tea is fine if you have it," she said. "Otherwise I'm okay."

"I'll put the kettle on," I said as I headed for the kitchen.

"You have a lovely home," Marge said trying to make small talk. What the hell do I talk to a woman about? She probably wasn't interested in high tech stuff like guys were, and I didn't have any Oprah magazines or Modern Bride or anything. Fortunately, she began talking about Blake, and that they had all missed him. She said he was one of the nicest and most polite boys she'd ever met. A true reflection of his parents.

"Although he was the middle child, he was never forgotten in anything they did. He was busy all the time. His Dad took him to experience new things constantly," she explained, which made sense looking at his lists. She said Aiden used to complain sometimes when he came over because he would help set the table, cook and even clean up. "I used to tease Aiden that he should be more like Blake, which of course embarrassed him and usually got Blake pulled away from the kitchen so they could play. He swam every day after school, and from what I know he was pretty good. They had him in advanced lessons and he was as good as some of the boys three or four years older. I hope is able to continue that," she informed me.

"What about things like the piano? I noticed when we were out one day that he seemed to know what he was doing on it."

"I never heard him play, but it makes sense because his mother was a pretty accomplished musician and they had a piano at home. I think the whole family was musical in one way or another. Aiden used to tell me that they played a lot of songs when he was over. I know that you're just his foster parents, but if you have any way to help him continue the things that he loved, it might help speed up his recovery."

"I'd do anything for him. I just hope that if we don't get to adopt him that the next family will continue whatever we start. It would destroy me to see him hurt again."

"Well except for not talking and being a little skittish when we first arrived, he seems perfectly normal to me, and I love the long hair. He's so adorable."

"You should see that mop in a morning, sometimes it takes us five minutes to move it all aside to see if there's a face under it," I laughed.

The two boys ran past and headed out to the garage. We both grinned as it looked like they had just picked up where they had left off. How do kids do that and what stops us as adults? I wish I could be like a kid and just pick up people at random and start playing with them. Oh wait...l do. Never mind.

I decided to show her the list that Blake had made for me and as she read them I could see the emotion on her face, especially the last list. As she read it, her eyes welled up and I ran to get the tissues. I knew exactly how she felt and I didn't have the emotional attachment of having known his past life. As she looked them over, I got her the tea.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I can just feel the emotion in those lists. The poor kid. My heart goes out to him."

"Well, believe me, I'm gonna help get as much of it corrected as I can. Some of it is easy, some not so much, but as long as he's with us, I'm sure gonna try," I said calmly and sincerely. The boys ran back in the house.

"You should see the cool cars in the garage Mom! Blake's room is the size of our entire living room. Plus, they have two pools. Can me and Blake go swimming now Mr. Justin?"

Blake chuckled as I smiled. I'm pretty sure no one has called me Mr. Justin before. "It's just Justin," I smiled. "You can go swimming if it's okay with your Mom."

"Fine by me. Your shorts are in the car," she said as the boys took off upstairs. "SHORTS ARE IN THE CAR," she yelled after him.

"Blake has lots of shorts. No doubt he'll be more than happy to share. My twin brother has a kid about Blake's age that comes over regularly and they share everything. Sometimes it's hard to know where one starts and the other ends." The boys ran down a few minutes later wearing only their shorts. The semi naked boys flew passed us and down to the pool level. We headed downstairs behind them where they were already in the water.

"ADAM, please activate the sauna and steam rooms, medium setting." The ding sounded.

"What was that?" Aiden asked.

"That was ADAM. He runs the house. Would you like some music?"

"Sure. Do you have Maroon 5?"

"Which tune?"

"One More Night?" He replied.

"ADAM, please play One More Night. Volume three." The music began and Aiden smiled as did Blake. The system knew to only play music in the area it was being requested unless we specified differently.

"That's impressive," Marge said as we sat on the pool chairs on the deck so we could watch the boys.

"It's a pretty amazing system. We can watch the pool from all monitors if the boys were down here by themselves and it can alert us if one of them stops moving at all. Here, I'll show you. "ADAM, how many people are in the pool?"

"Occupancy of indoor pool, two. Outdoor pool zero."

"ADAM, please monitor activity in the indoor pool. Notify pool monitors if either person stops moving for 5 seconds." The system acknowledged.

"Okay guys. One of you stay still for at least 5 seconds." Both boys stopped and waited.

The monitor lit up after 5 seconds. "Lack of motion in indoor pool." ADAM announced over the speakers. "Lack of motion in indoor pool."

"ADAM cancel pool monitor." The ding sounded. "As we figure out new things to do with it, we update the programming. ADAM, please black out the pool windows." The boys watched as the windows went dark as if by magic.

"Can I try it?" Aiden asked. Normally I might have let him just as I had with Cory, but since Blake's voice hadn't been programmed yet, I didn't want him to feel left out.

"Maybe another time Aiden. We have to program your voice into it before you can use it."

"Okay, too bad though. Can you play another song?"

"Blake can I use your playlist?" I asked. He nodded. "ADAM play Blake's hits playlist." The music changed and the songs that Blake had selected for his iPod began. The boys played with all the toys that were now in the pool and Aiden was impressed with the 4 foot shark swimming around. I had no idea how it worked, but it looked like a real grey shark and the fin was just above the water as it swam around. Each time it hit an obstacle, it changed direction. Kinda like one of those robot vacuums. The boys swam away from it each time it came close and pretended it was attacking them. The toys were a good idea and even I liked them when I was in there.

ADAM announced that the sauna and steam room were up to temperature. Blake grinned and took Aiden to the foam room. After about 10 minutes, I poked my head in and turned off the bubbles which were all the way up to the roof. I could hear the boys giggling somewhere in there.

"Marge, come take a look. This is by far the most popular room in the house." I didn't tell her why. She looked in and smiled.

"What is this?" She asked.

"We call it the foam room. Are you guys alright in there?" As soon as I asked, the bubbled covered boys appeared with big smiles on their faces. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw they were still clothed and no erections were visible. At least Blake was smart enough to know when to behave. Marge laughed as she saw them with foam piled on their heads looking like snowmen.

"Okay, I can see that being a lot of fun," she admitted.

"Blake, you should hit the shower nozzles and wash the bubbles away before you get back in the pool. The steam room and sauna are on, and the temperature isn't as hot as usual." We had learned to keep it down when the boys were playing so we didn't burn them. The hot tubs were usually too warm though, but it took too long to heat them back up if we reduced the temperature. Eventually they'd be able to handle it. Blake activated the main showers and we watched from the door as the foam washed away. The boys became visible and looked like they were drowning as the water sprayed out from everywhere. They came to the door shiny clean and jumped back in the pool.

After they played for an hour, Marge told Aiden that it was time to go. He complained, but knew he had to leave. The boys dried off and ran upstairs to change. When they didn't return, I invited Marge upstairs to show her Blake's room. She seemed impressed by the size of the upper floor. I knocked on Blake's door. "Are you guys decent?" I asked out of respect for our guests. Normally it wouldn't matter.

When we didn't hear anything, I stuck my head in to see both boys dressed and playing with the Hot Wheels in the middle of the floor. Marge was as equally impressed with Blake's room. "Come on Aiden, we have to get home. Maybe you can come back again and stay longer if you want."

I almost blurted out that he was always welcome to spend the night, but then realized how absolutely inappropriate that would be at the moment considering their last sleepover. I literally bit my tongue to stop myself. "If you want to give Aiden your cell number, maybe he can text you, so you can stay in touch."

"Aiden doesn't have a cell phone, but we'd love to stay in touch. Can I give you my number Blake? That way if you want to reach Aiden, just text and I'll give him my phone. It was lovely to see you again. We all miss you so much. Can I give you a hug?" Blake stood up like a proper gentleman and gave her a nice hug. The two boys headed downstairs and did what appeared to be a secret handshake to say goodbye and then hugged each other. That was another awesome sign. Once they left Blake looked at me with tears in his eyes and began crying. Shit, I'd fucked up. I knew this was a bad idea. I bent down and held him tight and placed my hand under his butt as I lifted him up. He wrapped his legs around me and put his chest on my head like a small child. At his size, he was almost too big to carry like this, but I summoned up all my superJustin strength and took him up to his room. I placed him on the bed and sat beside him. He climbed on my lap and kept holding onto me. Tears were still running down his face, so I reached over to get a tissue to wipe them. This was another one of those times where I wished he would talk to me.

"I'm not sure what's wrong buddy, but if we get you ready for bed, I'll stay in here until you fall asleep, okay?" He nodded and got off my lap and took my hand as we headed to the bathroom. He took his clothes off and dropped them on the floor, leaving his underwear as usual. He took a pee, brushed his teeth only half-heartedly, and took my hand again so we could return to the bedroom. He climbed into bed and pulled the covers back for me to join him. I got in beside him and he gave me a silly look as if to ask if I were stupid. He pulled my shirt up and I realized I was supposed to be actually going to bed. Nothing excites me more than going to bed before 9pm. I figured he would probably be asleep quickly so I got down to my underwear and got in beside him. He wiggled up against me and put his arm over my chest and threw his leg over mine. I turned out the lights and moved my hand so I could give him a bit of a hug. I wondered if I should tell him a bedtime story or something, but he seemed pretty happy just lying next to me. I would have to save Snow White and the seven little people for another day. In my version there are some pretty wild nights in the forest hut. Bashful wasn't as bashful as you might think, and Grumpy was like that for a reason. You would be too if you got ripped off on height AND penis size, and don't even get me started on Doc. I remember playing doctor when I was a kid; he just never grew out of it. Sneezy is just way too obvious and has seriously gotta lay off the cocaine. So that story would have to wait for another night. I don't know who fell asleep first, Blake or me, but when I woke up his hand was inside my underwear holding my dick. What is it with these kids using my dick like a handle? I know it's gigantic and all, but it's not a hand rail. Fortunately he wasn't as hard to pry off as Cory, who had a death grip when he took hold. As soon as I took his hand off, he squirmed up tighter against me. I turned on my side so he was spooned against my back. It seemed silly to go back to my room at this point since it was almost morning. A few hours later I woke up to Blake humping my leg again. At some point I had turned to lie face down and Blake was now using me to satisfy his wet dream. At least this time he was wearing his underwear. We probably had passed the point where he needed the talk. I guess it was unfair of me to expect Cory to do it, but that was my second choice, behind Jason. I suppose he was my responsibility so I guess it was up to me, or maybe Colin. Yeah, why couldn't Colin do it? At this rate, Blake would have been married for 5 years before I got around to it, or worse, he'd be sticking his dick in places it didn't belong, and at the moment I appeared to be his target. Are all 12 year old boys like this, or did I just get an extra horny one? Maybe he really was gay and I just hadn't seen it yet. That would be a whole other conversation. I should take up drinking or increase my pot intake. We still had the plants in the garden which were supposed to be for medical purposes. Wait, that's it! I'll get stoned out of my mind and just blurt out all the facts of life in one easy session. That's medical, right? I suppose if Cory got the how to masturbate lesson, Blake should get it too. We'll have a family jerk off session. Wait, better idea, number three. I'll tell Cory when people are going to have sex so he and Blake can hide in the closet and learn it that way. Perfect. I'll get stoned, blurt shit out, arrange to have sex with someone, tell Cory and then have a show and not tell' session while they hide and learn. Bingo. I could win father of the year with thinking like this. What?... It makes as much more sense as other types of thinking. Spend more government money to get us out of debt by stimulating the economy'; arming teachers and bus drivers to prevent gun violence; that the only way to stop a bad guy with a gun is a good guy with a gun; driving over a fiscal cliff with your pecker in your hand while waving at the rest of world with your middle finger; closing a coast guard rescue base in Vancouver that costs 900,000 a year to run and then spending 28 million on a party to celebrate a war we won 200 years ago, oh and don't get me started on a provincial government that wants everyone to speak only French, but has to promote it in English to the rest of the world. My ideas are sane compared to those. Damn it, I went off on another trip in my mind again. I hope they find a cure for Alzheimer's soon as I have no doubt that I'm gonna get it. I think I mentioned that before, but I can't remember.

I kissed Blake on the top of the head and inched away from him as I went to take a pee. I had barely got in the bathroom and up to the toilet when he appeared right beside me half asleep with his hair flying everywhere. He took his shorts off and began to pee watching me closely. I shrugged and pulled my dick out to pee with him. Just a regular guy thing. He grinned as he crossed the stream with mine and we were playing swords. This was probably a tradition as old as men themselves. I wonder at what point you actually stop playing that game with a guy? Gay guys never stop, I don't think; but teen straight boys and older, only seem to do it when they are drunk. He stopped peeing and grabbed the toilet paper to wipe himself. Not so much for the pee, but probably the cum. Now wasn't the time to explain it, as it might embarrass him to know he humped my leg and shot his mini load.

"You planning on going back to bed or for a shower?" He pointed to the shower and pulled my hand. I smiled and stepped out of my shorts. We started the water and I shampooed his hair. I handed him the soap to finish himself, but he grinned and handed it back. I assumed he wanted me to do it, but then he quickly turned and ran out of the bathroom at full speed. I had no idea what he was up to since he hadn't even stopped to dry off. I was just about to go and find him when he ran back in, still wet, holding my razor and shaving foam. He handed it to me and smiled as he got back under the water. I felt my face and realized I hadn't shaved in three days and had a bit of stubble beginning. I loved the fact that I only had to shave once every few days, while others, like Colin had to do it daily. Hell some guys I knew shaved in the morning and by 5 o'clock needed another shave. I smiled as Blake watched me put the shaving foam into my hand and then all over my face. With my 5 blade manual razor, I didn't need to look in the mirror to shave. I knew where my face was and I could feel any bits I missed easy enough. As I shaved and pressed my tongue against my cheek to push the skin out, I noticed Blake copying my moves with his cheek. He continued to be the most adorable thing I had ever been around. Even more adorable than my stuffed monkey that I slept with every night as a kid. I finished shaving and Blake took the shaving foam and put some on his face next. He looked like Macaulay Culkin in Home Alone.

"I guess you need a shave too huh?" I smiled as I looked at him. He nodded. "Okay don't move or I might nick you and that wouldn't be a good thing at all. I like your face the way it is." I put the razor backward against his face and gently used it to take the foam off him. He had no idea I was using it wrong. Once I had all the foam off him, I had him stand under the water to wash the rest away. "How's that feel? Smoother?" He nodded and I grinned. A shaving placebo, who knew. He grabbed the shaving foam again and put more in his hand. Then he slapped it above my dick where my pubes were growing back. I guess he figured that if you shave one thing, you should shave it all.

I laughed. "Okay, I guess I could shave there too, although it's not necessary. Sometimes I like to let them grow a little." He just stood and watched me. I shave my pubes off and since I was already at it, I did my balls and my ass. I tried to keep my bum to the shower wall, but Blake wasn't having any of that, he squirmed around to watch as I lifted my leg to shave the crack. Again, I'm going for father of the year. Teaching my son how to shave. Once I was happy that I had all the hair gone, I rinsed off and Blake put his hand over my crotch and rubbed where the hair used to be and then rubbed his face to see if they were both as smooth. I copied him just out of curiosity. Yep, I was as smooth as a baby's bum, or in this case my bum was as smooth as a baby's face. I almost choked on the water spray when Blake lathered his own crotch up next. He had only just gotten his few pubes, and at that age it's something they really don't want to lose.

"Buddy, you don't have to shave them off. We only do it because we like the feeling better, but at your age you should keep them." He shook his head and pulled the hand with the razor to his groin. He had to be kidding, but from the look on his face, there was no doubt he was serious. I paused and looked at him trying to figure out how to get out of it, but then remembered a friend telling me when I was younger that once you shaved, the hair grew back faster and thicker, so maybe that would be a good thing. Shit, if he moved or I slipped and cut his dick off, I'd never forgive myself. Explain that to the social worker. Thanks for giving us a boy to foster, here's a girl back. I pushed him away from the spray and knelt down in front of him. "Are you sure Blake? You know it takes like three months for them to grow back, right?"

He nodded and smiled. Great another parenting lesson gone horribly wrong. I'll add that to the book for any future kids. Lesson: shave face at mirror, not entire body while naked together. I put the razor up and told him to stand completely still. I had barely gotten near him when his penis began to get hard. This could so be misunderstood if someone walked in right now. By the time I took the first swipe with the blade he was fully erect and sticking right up against his stomach blocking the way, so I put my open palm on the top of it and press it down out of the way as I took a couple more swipes to get rid of the few hairs he had. I felt to make sure I had everything and as I rubbed where the pubes had been, he came all over me. I wasn't sure how to respond to that. Had I just given him a handjob? Talk about a hair trigger...ha! That was actually funny. A HAIR trigger! This boy was gonna have to learn some control. I let go of his dick and pushed him under the water as I washed his cum like substance off my hand. He took hold of his dick and with his eyes closed, he beat off furiously as I stood up to look around at anything but what he was doing. He cried out slightly and I couldn't help but watch as he shot off again. What the fuck? Shaving never turned me on that much. If it did, I'd shave every hour, I'm so bad. Blake stopped and squeezed his dick like we all do and I have to admit I was fascinated that he knew how to do it. He washed off and I decided we better get out of there before things got any weirder. Although I think we screamed by that station about five minutes ago. We dried off and headed back to the bedroom with him back under control and me in need of heavy medication. I was partly flattered that he trusted me enough to ask me to shave him and comfortable enough to jerk off in front of me, but partly horrified that he'd cum while I was pressing his dick out of the way. He put on clean track pants and a shirt and we headed back to my room with me wrapped in a towel. Colin was asleep, so Blake climbed on the bed and lay down in front of him and stared in his eyes until he woke up. Blake smiled and Colin grinned back.

"Now there's a nice surprise. Obviously you're trying to give me a heart attack," Colin reached over and tickled Blake causing him to giggle and squeal. I laughed as I got dressed.

"I fell asleep in Blake's room last night, sorry," I told Colin.

"Yeah, I saw you in there, and you looked so peaceful, I figured I'd just leave you two to sleep. How did the play date go?"

"Pretty good, I think," I said as I gave Colin a finger across my neck to say he should let it go for the moment.

"Good to hear," he smiled nodding. "I guess since you're up, I should be too and we can have breakfast together. He stepped out of bed and walked to the bathroom as he scratched his balls. Blake just watched him the whole way until he disappeared. He jumped off the bed and went to peek in the bathroom. I grabbed him by the back of the shirt and pulled him out.

"Nice try peeping Tom! Let's go get breakfast ready," I smiled as I pushed him out of the bedroom; our shower adventure now a distant memory.

After everyone had left for the day, Blake and I were off to get some things done. The first stop was the aquatic centre where I looked into swim lessons. Blake stuck to me like glue as we entered the building and part of me wondered if something was wrong. He was wrapped around my leg and I felt like trying to shake him off like he was a piece of paper stuck to my shoe. "Dude, what's up? I thought you liked swimming? Do you want to take lessons again?"

He nodded, so I got the information from reception and asked him which level he was in. He pointed to the Swim Strokes program which said it was for teenagers. "Have you passed levels 1 thru 10 already?" I asked impressed. He nodded and smiled. Then he pointed to the diving program as well. "You dive?" He smiled and nodded again.

I asked the receptionist if she could look up the next classes and she started with Blake's name and age. When she punched him into her system she informed me that he was as advanced as he said and that they had made special allowances for him to be in the Swim Strokes program two years early. I felt like a proud Dad, even though I had nothing to do with it. She also said that he had been in introductory diving, but it showed as incomplete. The diving course was beginning again in 10 days and the swim program was next month. I checked the schedule and they didn't overlap, so he could do both if he wanted to. "Would you like to take those lessons again?"

He nodded and kept stuck to my leg. He was like an annoying post-it-note and I had no idea why he was acting like this. I signed him up and paid the fees. I had officially signed my `son' up for something. We were on our way. Next it was Ikea for his softer pillow. They have an awesome selection and even have pictures on them if you sleep on your back, side or stomach. He tried each one by putting his head on it, and since he slept in all three positions, we just bought four of everything in the softness he liked. He would be buried in pillows if we put them all on his bed. Of course we found all sorts of other fun things to buy in the marketplace. We got him a couple of the Stranne LED lights which had individual strands of light that you could aim anywhere and looked like a tree. There was also a large stuffed green dragon which we had to have. I have yet to get out of Ikea without a full shopping cart and today was no exception. We picked up all sorts of useless gadgets for the kitchen, but it was fun to play with the stuff anyway. There was a dish scrubber with a suction cup on the end of it that you could use to stick it on the wall. I licked the suction cup and tried to stick it to Blake's head and he of course had to try and stick one on me. He giggled when I tried to stick it to his bum. Of course it didn't work, but it didn't stop us from trying. No trip is complete to Ikea without stopping for their Swedish meatballs, so we grabbed some food and sat at the window to look out at the highway and the vehicles zipping past. Blake sure can eat. He's gonna grow up to be the size of a linebacker at this rate. (Is a linebacker big?...I'm a fag, remember.) He chased one of the meatballs all over his plate as he tried to put it on his fork instead of stabbing it and I just couldn't resist the obvious.

"Buddy, stop playing with your balls and finish your lunch," I said loudly. The woman with her two kids next to me gave us a dirty look and Blake giggled uncontrollably as he chased it faster. I'd hate to be that woman's kids if she didn't have a sense of humor. Wait until she teaches them to shave. We finished up and Blake climbed onto the front of the cart as we made our way to the checkout. Then it was off to our next stop, the magic shop at Granville Island. As we walked through the kids market, I saw lots of ideas for his birthday. We went into the Clowin' Around Magic shop and the smile on his face said it all as he checked out different things. Of course there were the joke things like fake puke and dog poop as well as the snapping gum, but he went to the major magic tricks. The rolling pen, appearing and disappearing magic wand, a collapsible top hat, and decks of cards. The guy in the store saw his interest and showed him a few tricks and Blake did a couple of them with him. I explained that Blake didn't speak at the moment as they interacted together. What was more amazing is that Blake was interacting with this guy at all and seemingly not shy around him. By the time we left the store, Blake looked like Houdini with his cape and top hat. I couldn't stop smiling as he practiced with his cards all the way home. We had bought about 10 different decks of cards that could be used for all sorts of things. He got one to rise out of the pack and turned them all into the Queen of spades. I had a feeling we would be in for quite a show. We also bought all sorts of coins. Some you could bite or push through solid metal or into balloons, etc. The one thing I wanted to make sure we got was a whoopee cushion. Come on, farts are funny, even fake ones. I also bought a box of flash smoke. You dropped it and it created a smoke field. That was more for me, than Blake. A lot of the things were more like practical jokes than magic, but Blake was definitely more into the real magic stuff. Two of the tricks were wild. One was a needle through the arm that looked real and another was where he put his arm in a box and then unhinged it and it looked like his arm separated at the wrist. So cool!

My first order of business when we got home was to inflate the whoopee cushion and hide it under one of the seat cushions in the great room. Someone would be getting punk'd later. Then I wet the fake vomit and threw it on the floor. Blake giggled as he poked it. It sure looked real all wet like that. We dumped the other stuff in Blake's room and when I asked him what he wanted to do next he gave me the swimming motion and took his clothes off. I joined him and we headed downstairs to play for a while. After I was exhausted from throwing and chasing him around the pool while trying to avoid the shark, I took a break.

"I'm gonna warm up in the hot tub for a minute buddy," I said as I got out and sat watching him. He really was a good swimmer and you could see from the strokes he was using that he knew how to do them properly. I hadn't really noticed before, perhaps since I wasn't looking for it. He got out of the water after a few minutes and sat behind me on the hot tub deck and put his arms over my shoulders and wrapped his legs around my waist. I had to put my hand over my crotch so he wouldn't end up kicking me in the nards. He wiggled up close against me and put his chin on my shoulder. He was pressed tight against my back and felt cold, so I surmised he was using my body heat to warm himself instead of getting in the hot tub, which was probably still too hot for him. He stayed like that for a few minutes and his legs kept moving slightly in the water as they wrapped around me. Then I figured out what he was doing. I felt his erection against my back. I was being used as a humping post again. This time, I had to say something before he blasted off. If I didn't, this was going to become an addiction, if it wasn't already. I moved forward and turned around. Perhaps not the smartest move as I was now eye level with his 4 inch erection.

"Buddy, we gotta talk," I said as I wrapped my arms around his legs and held him. From the position I was in, anyone coming down the stairs would think I was giving him head. "I know that you're basically 12 and your body is going through all sorts of changes, which is why your penis is always stiff like it is right now. That's just part of growing up and being a boy. You like rubbing against things until you have the white stuff shoot out don't you?" He nodded. "And do you know it's called sperm?" He nodded again.

"I know you know how to masturbate...where you play with your penis like in the shower this morning." He nodded again. "Cool. Just a couple things. If you use your hand to play with it, that's cool. But you should avoid rubbing against other people, like you were doing with me just now. Not everyone is gonna appreciate that. Best if you just go into a bathroom or your bedroom and do something privately."

Blake went from looking happy to super sad as if he were getting into trouble. I so needed Jason, he was perfect at this stuff. "Don't worry buddy, I'm not mad or anything. Trust me, it perfectly normal. I'm just trying to tell you that not everyone will be comfortable with you humping them like a cocker spaniel. You have plenty of time to learn other things when you're ready but for now, just playing with yourself in private until it feels good is perfectly normal. I know you and Cory do it together, which is also fine in your bedroom. Does he make you do anything that you don't want to do?"

He shook his head. "That's good, because you should only do something like that if you both want to." But for now, we should get back to the pool and get that boner to go away. That's a trick for you. If you get a boner, jump in the cold water and it goes away fast. Lots of other ways, but that's one of the fastest." He grinned and put his hand on the back of my head and tried to push it down to his penis that he was now pushing upright away from his chest.

"Nice try buddy, save that stuff for when you're older. If you do it all now, what will you have to look forward to?" I stood up to get away from his penis before anything else bizarre happened and he reached over and took hold of my dick as soon as it came out of the water. Thankfully I was soft otherwise I could have sent the wrong message. I took his hand and pried it off me. "Mine!" I grinned and put his hand on his own dick. "Yours." Whew, problem solved. At least I thought so until he leaned back and began to jerk himself off. Terrific, I suck at sex ed. too. I ignored him and dove into the pool, hoping that if I stayed under water long enough things would be back to normal when I came up. I surfaced and as I looked over he was flat on his back pounding on his dick like the world was ending. I was sure I used the words in your bedroom' and in private' in my conversation, but I'd have to rewind my brain to check for sure. I heard him cry out as he came and I avoided looking over until he sat up and used the hot tub water to splash himself to clean up. I guess we need to go over the rule of not cumming in the pool. Perhaps wearing swim suits might ease the problem until he gets past this entry into puberty. We should probably focus him on something other than his dick and keep him busy. Boy if that isn't that pervert calling the other pervert, perverted...That saying probably needs some work. We played around in the pool for a while until Kyle and Jordan came home and I heard a loud "Oh Gross!" from the kitchen. Joke number one...successful.

"I think they found our vomit," I chuckled to Blake as we got out of the pool, dried ourselves and ran upstairs wrapped in towels.

"Someone puked in the kitchen," Kyle said.

"No way, really?" I said as I went over to have a look. Then my evil side surfaced as I got down on my knees to have a look at it. "Who had ham and eggs today? Then I got closer and sniffed it. "Plus coffee." Then I put my tongue out and licked it. "There's no alcohol in it, but it does have a bit of a spearmint taste," I said sitting back up on my knees. Blake was trying hard not to giggle.

"Oh sick. That is so gross, I'm gonna puke," Kyle said as the look on his face showed just how disgusted he was at my perceived actions.

"What? How are we supposed to know who did it, if we don't investigate?" I asked as I reached down quickly, picked it up and threw it at him. He shrieked and jumped out of the way as the puke flew past him and landed on the floor again.

"It's fake? That's so not funny. I was seriously gonna hurl when you licked it," Kyle said showing relief at being punk'd. "Let's set it up for the other guys when they come home."

Sure, one minute it's sick and disgusting, the next it's hilarious enough to do to someone else. As Kyle ran over to grab it, Blake removed his towel to show the guys his hairless crotch. Both guys looked at it and smiled. "You shaved your pubes?"

Blake grinned and nodded rapidly.

"I think it's a case of monkey see, monkey do," I said looking at the guys. Blake folded his arms across his chest and frowned at me. Guess he didn't like being called a monkey.

"Well, it looks good buddy, and since you don't go to school you don't have to worry about anyone commenting on it. But just some advice. Let it grow back so that you have it when you start school again. Kids will think you're more grown up. Then when you get to high school like us, you can shave it again and the guys think you're cool for doing it. Take it from me you want hair in secondary school bro. Jordan and I are just gonna go do some homework. Call us when someone comes home so we can do the fake puke thing on them." The boys ran off upstairs and I wondered if it was real homework or perhaps biology, the advanced lesson. Blake and I went to get dressed and met back in the kitchen. He pulled out a bunch of food for dinner and I basically just stood back and watched as he selected mini chickens and coated them in a sauce that he whipped up with a bunch of spices. Seemed silly to me. You could go to Safeway and get a ready cooked chicken for 7 bucks, or go see the Colonel for his secret recipe stuff, but I wasn't going to stand in the way of Blake's creativity, especially since it was keeping him from humping my leg. He threw all of the little chickens in the oven and set the timer. I didn't even know the thing had a timer. I would have just used ADAM for that. Then he started working on a dessert of strawberries and a sponge cake. I knew we had lots of food in the house from our shopping trips, but I'd be damned if I could tell you what it all was. All this healthy eating was gonna kill me. What happened to the good old days of pizza at night, followed by cold pizza for breakfast with your morning coffee, followed by Chinese food at night? I miss those days. Blake ran around the kitchen happily throwing things into pots and mixing shit in bowls. I felt like I was on an episode of Top Chef. Jason and Alex came home next so I texted Kyle to let him know and the two boys bounced down to get ready for the vomit game. It didn't take long for Jason to notice it by the entrance to the sunken living room couch.

"Justin, I think someone has been sick over here," he yelled. "You should bring some paper towel." Kyle ran over and duplicated what I had done and I honestly thought Alex was going to faint when he stuck his tongue in it. Once the joke was over Alex picked Kyle up over his shoulder and smacked his ass hard. You could hear the crack reverberate around the house. When he put him down Kyle jumped around holding his butt.

"Something smells good," Jason said finally.

"It's the vomit," I grinned. "Ham and eggs."

"I think we'll eat out. What are you cooking?" He said looking at me. I looked around to see if he was kidding.

"Me? Dude, you've met me right? Have I cooked anything? Go ask mini me over there. He's creating something that seems to be using every dish in the house."

"Smells good Blake," Jason said as he went over to compliment him. Blake smiled widely. I followed Jason upstairs while the others hung around the kitchen island drooling. I told him about our day and he laughed at Blake's antics. "Now I'm glad I only have Cory. Makes you appreciate the saying about the grass is always greener..."

"I prefer the saying We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.' Or maybe In my world, everyone's a pony and they all eat rainbows and poop butterflies!'"

"Who said those, Walt Whitman?" Jason laughed trying to sound all intellectual.

"No, Dr. Seuss!" I grinned.

"I like the second one. Maybe we'll have a plaque made. Good thing is about being 12 is that he'll grow out of it. Bad thing about it is that he grows into a 13 year old."

"Now THAT should be made into a plaque," I laughed. "I'm not sure I'm ready to deal with this. Maybe if I had a baby and could learn things as he grew up, I'd be ready, but this kid is humping my leg, wanting to shave and jerking off in front of me. Christ, I'm gonna have a nervous breakdown."

"Relax dude. Who better to teach him stuff than us? So what, he jerks off, so do we. Nothing unusual about it. He just needs to know when and where he should be doing it. Humping your leg at the mall may be a little inappropriate, but whackin' it in the shower certainly isn't. He's gonna learn it one way or another and shouldn't be made to feel embarrassed about it. Hell Cory is a year younger makes Blake look like a choirboy. Wait, bad example...he makes Blake look like a...well, I can't think of anything, but let's just say Cory is 100 times hornier and more determined than Blake is at the moment. Just chill and keep his mind off his pecker, or hand him a stack of porn and send him to his room."

"Will that work?" I asked smiling.

"Works with you doesn't it?" Jason laughed. "Just kidding about the porn. Ignore it and when he gets horny, just gently stop him and move on to something else without acknowledging it. If he needs to pump one out, he'll go deal with it. We all do."

"Thanks Jay. I guess between the two of us, you got the brains and I got the looks," I chuckled and headed back downstairs. I got halfway down and realized I might just have insulted myself back there. The guys enjoyed the dinner and Kyle excitedly tricked Colin with the vomit. Of course, Colin picked the puke up when he realized it was fake and shoved the wet rubber down the back of Kyle's pants causing him to squeal and shriek, although I have no idea why. It's not the first time he's had wet rubber near his ass. Blake's mini chickens were awesome. Jordan told me they were called Cornish game hens. How would I know that I've never been to Cornea, and the thought of eating a hen, was nowhere near as appealing as thinking of them as mini chickens, so my definition stands. Kyle and Jordan went to Blake's room so he could show them some magic, while the rest of us sandblasted the kitchen clean. We need one of those self-cleaning kitchens where you can seal it off, hit a button and it comes out sparkling clean. Kinda like those toilets downtown. After we were finished, we were pulled to the great room for a magic show. Alex sat down and farted loudly causing all of us to laugh.

"That wasn't me, I swear," he said quickly. I reached between his legs and pulled out the whoopee cushion. One we had all tried it a few times, Blake presented his mini magic show. He had the basics and a few things were really good and made me want to learn how to do them. I think the big hit was the arm snapping box. It really looked like he had snapped his wrist and I cringed as he did it, but once it went back together, he was fine. He actually looked really cute in his top hat, cape and suit. We applauded and he ran back to his room.

The next day, Blake and I stayed home and did some art projects in his room and I also tried a few school things as well like math and English as I tried to home school him. I'm probably not the right person for it, but he seemed to enjoy doing stuff with me, so we kept going until early afternoon. I left him alone for a while to play and went downstairs.

"Hi honey, I'm home," giggled Kyle as he announced his arrival back from school.

"You're early bitch, I'm still doing the mailman," I yelled back from the great room. I heard more giggling and looked over the back of the couch as Kyle, Jordan, Troy and a beautiful tall Asian boy came through into the room.

"Hi," I said standing up, thankful I wasn't naked as he was going to send blood rushing to my dick shortly. "Sorry about that."

"His name is Kiel (Pronounced Kyle) too," said Troy in the way of introduction.

"Nice to meet you Kiel two," I said smiling as I shook his hand.

"No, his name is just Kiel," laughed Troy.

"Sorry, Just Kiel, I guess I heard it wrong," I grinned.

Troy groaned. "It's Kiel, K-I-E-L. He's new to our school and in my grade."

"Where did you transfer from?" I asked, trying to sound interested in more than just getting him bent over the pool table.

"Toronto. My Dad got a new job here," he replied in a strong English accent.

"That's not a Toronto accent," I laughed. "Where were you born?"

"Newcastle, England. Do you know where that is?" He said turning me on with his voice. I love it when guys like Asians or African Americans, speak in a British or Aussie accent. It's so unexpected and sounds as hot as hell.

"Why Aye, Man!" I said in my best accent. "North of the Tyne making you a Geordie."

"Brilliant, how did you know that?" He asked.

"I watch some British TV shows, like Celebrity Big Brother and I've even seen a few episodes of Geordie Shore, although I almost needed subtitles for that one."

"I moved here when I was 9, so even I have trouble with that. Sometimes I even need subtitles with my parents," he smiled. I loved his bright brown eyes.

"So what are you guys up to?" I asked.

"Probably hit the hot tub first, then homework," Troy answered bluntly.

They headed upstairs and I watched Kiel as he left. He was tall for an Asian guy. He had to be almost 6 foot. Troy was 5'10" and Kiel was just slightly taller. His dark black hair was long and shiny. It was the kind of hair that hung perfectly straight and framed his face nicely. Looking at his facial features, I thought he could be a mix of more than just Asian. They came back quickly in their swim shorts and headed for the pool area. I noticed that the bruises on Troy weren't getting better, in fact they seemed worse. Kyle hadn't mentioned anything yet, so I made a note to ask him later.

"You joining us Justin?" Jordan asked. I smiled and removed my shirt and pants and got in in my underwear. I figured since they had clothes on, I probably shouldn't go naked. So far they hadn't identified if Kiel was gay or not. I slipped into the water next to Jordan and opposite the new guy. He really did have great bone structure. I'm totally into boner structure as we all know.

"Kiel, tell Justin your joke," Troy encouraged.

"What do they call a gay Chinese guy?" He said looking at me across the hot tub. I shrugged and smiled.

"A cock-asian,"

I laughed. That was actually pretty funny. That made him either a gay guy or a potential racist.

Kyle was next. "Did you hear about the Newfie lesbian? She likes men."

Kiel was back with more. "What do you call a Jewish Homosexual?" A he-blew." This kid was funny. He'll fit in perfectly around here as long as we all can fit in him easily...I didn't say that out loud. "What do you call an Irish Homosexual? Gay-lick," Kiel 2 continued. Troy and Kyle were enjoying the jokes and I could see them thinking about ones to tell. Kiel kept going. "What do you call a gay milkman? A dairy queen."

Jordan had thought of one. "What's the difference between a refrigerator and a gay guy?" We all just shook our heads. "The refrigerator doesn't fart when you pull out the meat."

"Did you hear about the gay burglar? He couldn't blow the safe, so he went down on the elevator," Kiel said. I love jokes but I can never remember them all. "Have you guys heard the new politically correct name for Lesbians?"

"No," said Troy eager to learn.

"Vagitarians," he said. We all groaned. "I was going to tell another gay joke, butt fuck it..."

I almost didn't catch that one until Jordan chuckled, "buttfuck it!" Troy caught on and laughed.

"Troy, do you own the solar system, because I'd like permission to explore Uranus."

Troy smiled and was probably sporting a boner now.

"Gay guys are fucking assholes...literally! Sorry. That one was pretty bad. Okay, one last one... What's the motto of the Greek army? Never leave your buddy's behind." The guys changed the subject and talked about school for a bit and which teachers they liked. I finally spoke directly to Kiel.

"So Kiel, I'm assuming that you're gay from all those jokes. Are you a hundred percent Asian, as it seems like you might have a mix of something else," I said complimenting him.

"I'm 70% gay, 30% straight, 100% horny and a mixed ethnic background," he grinned almost blushing a bit. "My Dad is white and my Mom is Asian, so I really am a cock-asian!" He giggled.

"Looks like you got your Mom's facial features and your Dad's height."

"And my Dad's dick too, thank god. I know the stereotype is that all Asians have small dicks. Thankfully I didn't get that."

"Okay, you brought it up...How big is your dick?" Kyle asked.

"7 inches, fully cut and as sweet as buttered corn."

"What the fuck?" Kyle laughed. "You're one strange cock-asian."

"Why be normal? Normal is boring and there are way too many boring people. I'm not going to be one of those."

"Nice, then as long as you're a horny fag too, you should fit in around here really well," Jordan smiled.

"That's my motto. Stoned, Toned and Boned."

"Oh that's perfect," smirked Kyle "because Troy's motto is `if you're Stoned, Toned and Boned, make me moan and groan."

I knew I was boned. I wanted to see this hot dude naked, but I somehow doubted that me stripping him, bending him over the edge of the pool, kicking his legs apart and fucking him would go over that well...at least not until Troy and Kyle had done it. Or maybe he was a top. Now that would really be a waste of a hot arse, to use the British term.

"So are you a top or bottom?" I asked directly.

"I prefer to top, but I've bottomed a couple of times for the right guy," he revealed. I was just about to question him more, when Troy interrupted.

"We should go finish our homework," he said to Kiel quickly and stood up to get out of the hot tub. Kiel followed him.

"See you later," he said as the guys wrapped towels around themselves and ran upstairs.

"That was sudden," I said.

"I think Troy likes Kiel and wants to be able to have the first chance at him. I think he figures you'll make a move and take him away," Kyle said trying to explain. I was a bit shocked.

"I wouldn't do that to him if I knew he was interested in someone," I said feeling a little insulted.

"Yeah, maybe. But you would go for him if you thought he was available, and Troy hasn't had a chance to say anything yet as you kinda pounced on the new guy."

I had no idea what to say. "Did you find out anything about all those bruises on Troy's back?" I asked.

"No, but he hasn't been hanging around us much lately and when I did mention it all he told me was that he was fine and to not worry about it. At one point he actually told me to fuck off and mind my own business."

"Does that sound like Troy to you?" I asked.

"Not at all, but I'm sure if it was serious, he'd ask for help. He knows we're all here for him. Probably just doing some sports or something and getting the stuffing kicked out of him. One of those things that we have to try twice as hard as a straight boy at. If they think we're weak, we get picked on."

"Do you think that's what's happening? You think Troy is getting picked on?"

"Nah. He's probably showing the guys how tough he is by doing something beyond his physical ability and getting hurt. Then he just snaps at us from all the testosterone or adrenaline or something. Maybe he's doing steroids. You know, roid rage," Kyle laughed. I was concerned, but I supposed Kyle made sense. I asked him to keep his eyes open and try to find out more.

Kyle and Jordan left the water and headed upstairs leaving me all alone with my thoughts, especially about what Kyle had said about me pouncing on Kiel. Had I really turned into that guy? Worse, since my own family saw me that way too. Ouch. But it was so much fun to get guys home and get them into bed, or at least get them naked and play with them. Just look at Patrick and Kurt. Meanwhile I had to repair my reputation. "ADAM, remind me to stop being a slut."

"Please specify time interval," ADAM replied.

"Every couple hours," I said quietly as a joke and got out of the water. I went upstairs to change and went back to hang out with Blake. He was lying on his back on his bed with his head hanging over the end watching TV upside down. I joined him and it was a very unique way of watching Spongebob. We stayed like that for a while until I got up to buzz everyone to ask if they wanted pizza. Of course they said yes and ran down when it arrived.

"Justin this is a reminder to stop being a slut," said ADAM over the intercom. The guys giggled their asses off as we sat around the island having our dinner. Blake looked at me with a funny smile on his face.

"You need a reminder for that?" Kiel laughed. "Sounds like a great problem to have."

"ADAM, cancel the reminder for Justin." It responded. "Not good to be one all the time. It can cause trouble with people you just meet," I said quietly looking at Troy who stopped eating mid bite. He frowned as he stared back at me.

"We should hit the pool," Jordan said. "I've had enough to eat."

"Don't we have to wait for an hour after we eat?" Kiel asked.

"You don't see your Mom around here do you?" Jordan laughed.

"True," Kiel said as the boys all bolted for the pool. Blake just looked at me and I told him to go ahead and join in if he wanted. He grinned and ran off as I cleaned up. By the time I got down, all boys were naked and throwing Blake around like a Frisbee who was enjoying himself a great deal. I pretended to be still busy and went down to the playroom to open the ceiling to watch what was happening. I figured I hadn't done that in a while and it might be fun to see all the naked bodies swim by. I lay comfortably on the sling and watched. Troy and Kiel were definitely hooking up as they grabbed each other almost every time they passed by. At one point they stayed face to face and stroked each other until they were hard. They were interrupted by Blake who jumped in beside them causing the boys to break apart. I noticed that Blake wasn't all that innocent either. He seemed to grab for any dick that went past, but each guy just removed his hand and swam on. Kyle swam under water and took Jordan's dick in his mouth a few times before resurfacing. It was fun to watch all the underwater antics as innocent stuff happened above water. I joined them after a while and tried to get to know Kiel a little better, but each time Troy saw me getting too close he intercepted our conversation, and the strange part is that I wasn't actually hitting on Kiel. Troy took Kiel upstairs and they didn't resurface for almost two hours. They must have had a lot of homework and from the smile on Kiel's face, he must really like homework. Troy drove him home as the rest of us hung out after Blake went to bed, finally exhausted.

On Friday we battened down the hatches for the weekend Cory storm that arrived after school. He flew in and announced his arrival to ADAM and went straight up to Blake's room, which is where he stayed until dinner. It was my turn to cook so I whipped up pizza again, and just like Blake's new interest, it appeared magically at the door in 30 minutes. After we ate and cleaned up, Cory said he and Blake were going to put on another magic show. Both boys had decided to stay in their underwear so they looked alike. The act was better than the first one, at least until the milk pitcher trick of Cory's. He filled the pitcher up and then poured it into the top hat. I watched carefully to see how the trick was done. He waved the wand around the hat, and quickly flipped it onto his head. Apparently something hadn't gone quite to plan as the milk poured all over him and onto the floor.

"Got milk?" Colin laughed as we ran to get a mop and some paper towels, and pool towels. Once it was all cleaned up both boys bowed and we gave them a standing ovation. For the rest of the night, they played together pretty much entertaining themselves in the pool and with video games. Kyle and Jordan were out for the night and Troy continued to be about as rare a sighting around the house as the abominable snowman. The boys went to bed late and as usual slept in the same bed together. I knew Blake needed more friends, but I was so happy that he had Cory. They were good for each other; or bad for each other, I had no idea, but at least they enjoyed being together. The next day, we took them out to Playland for the day and made sure we wore them out. I had a nap as soon as we got back while they challenged each other to trampoline contest. Sunday was more of the same, except that we started by going down to the ocean below us and searching for mermaids. I have no idea what brought that up, but apparently they sighted several through the binoculars. Somewhere in their heads, they were off on a journey and who were we to stop them. Cory had brought his remote control truck over, so the boys played in the driveway with that for a while after lunch.

Four of us were sitting in the great room when they came back in and sat down with us grinning. From the look on their faces, they were planning something. We assumed it was another magic show, so I debated getting the mop and paper towel again. Life around our house never seems to be boring, I'll give you that.

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