The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

Chapter 142

I got a call from Sam during the day to update me on a couple things. "The crown has dropped part of the charges and have offered a reduced charge for a guilty plea of sexual interference."

"What's that mean?" I asked.

"It means we say no, and keep going. What I think it means is their case is falling apart as they gather more evidence. I recommend you say no and we keep going with our defense. I sent them the copy of the recording you made, but so far they haven't responded, but I have a feeling this offer was partly based on that."

"I agree. Keep going," I said feeling a little energized by the news. I called Colin to tell him and he was enthusiastic as well. He surprised me with a text after class and told me to meet him outside. That wasn't the surprise part though. He arrived in my Maserati and drove both of us downtown where we pulled up at the Pan Pacific Hotel at the waterfront. We left the car with the Valet and headed upstairs to the registration desk.

"Worthington-Masters, checking in," Colin said to the desk clerk.

"What are we doing?" I asked.

"You'll see," he grinned as he held my hand.

The desk clerk excused himself for a minute and went into the back. He returned a moment later with an older man. "Mr. Worthington, your room is ready for you sir, and all the arrangements have been made as requested."

"Thank you," Colin said as he tossed the black American Express on the counter. I always love the look people's faces when they see that card.

"Is there anything else we can get for you? Does the bellman have your luggage?"

"We are just here for a romantic evening. No luggage."

"Sir, one thing to mention, we don't have the 1990 Cristal in house, but we do have a 2002."

"We don't need it for a few hours yet, that should be enough time to find one. Just bill any extra charges to the room."

"Very good sir. Your spa appointment for the VIP suite is confirmed for 7pm with the additions you asked for," He added as he handed him the room key and gave us instructions on where to go.

I just remained quiet until we were checked in and riding to the top floor in the elevator. "What are we doing, sweetie?" I asked.

"Having a romantic evening. I think we need it, don't you?"

"Sure, but we could have had a nice night out for dinner and then back to bed. We didn't need to spend this kind of money," I said.

He leaned in and kissed me. "What's the point in being a billionaire if we can't do something that others wouldn't normally do? You mean everything to me, but I want you to be the same Justin you've always been. Fun, outgoing, horny, not worried about what anyone thinks, and above all showing that big heart of yours wherever you go."

"You mean everything to me and I'm going to prove it from now on and be totally yours," I said wrapping my arms around him.

"Justin, just keep being the guy I fell in love with. I think it's hot to watch you pick up guys, get them naked and give them a night they never forget. You make them happy, you make me happy and it seems the more sex you have, the more you want. Plus we are always here for each other and our family. Keep being that guy. Don't let an idiot like Damian take that away from you. If we had to pay him a million dollars, it would be worth it to keep you the same as you are now. Or even if you fought and lost, it's not like you'd go to jail. His accusations are minor and petty and we'll prove it, if we have to hire a team of lawyers. We'll crush this little puke and any thought of him trying it on others."

"I just want this all to go away."

"It will, but for tonight, it's all about us."

We arrived on our floor and entered the largest hotel room I'd ever seen. We could have slept everyone in our house there and still had room left over for each of us to bring a plus one. The bed was massive. I think it was a double king, if such a thing exists. I noticed the robes on the bed and they were almost as thick as the pillows. I put my face to one and it was so soft, I think I fell in love with it.

"This is so amazing and look at the view of the harbor. I can't believe there is a baby grand piano in here. I wish I knew how to play it." Then I thought of Blake and was almost sick. I'd totally forgotten that he loved to play the piano and we'd forgotten to buy him one. We'd been so focused on everything else and he'd never brought it up so it just slipped off our plans. I'm so self centered.

"Take off your shoes and come here," Colin said. I removed my shoes and followed him into the bathroom. Almost immediately I noticed the floor was heated. I smiled. It also had a Jacuzzi tub and another great view. I turned and faced Colin and hugged him tight, pressing my lips against his and sliding my tongue into him. He kissed me back as our hands roamed over each other. I slid my hand down his stomach and into his pants to grab his crotch. He smiled as we kissed and grabbed my wrist.

"Pace yourself," he said as our lips broke apart.

"I am pacing myself. We've been here 10 minutes and we still have clothes on," I said grabbing his ass and squeezing.

"We've been here 5 minutes and we have all night," he grinned and then kissed me again.

"So we better get started. I want you to fuck me all over this room. In the Jacuzzi on the big table, in the bed, on the piano, on the giant carpet, in front of the window, on the balcony for everyone to see..."

Colin laughed. "That's a lot of fucking. How about if we start with a walk along the seawall and then a few drinks in the bar first?"

"So, trade in fucking for some drinks and a walk? Not seeing how that's the right type of swap."

"Trust me, you're going to enjoy your night. Anticipation is part of the romance, honey."

"Well in that case this is the most romantic night ever, since I already can't wait," I giggled and kissed him hard again as I tried to wrap myself around him. We kissed for ages in a sort of walking shuffle around the suite. As we passed the bed, I pushed him onto it and jumped on him. We rolled around for a bit as I tried to get his clothes off and he tried to stop me, only allowing kissing. He was having fun teasing me and I was throbbing so hard I could feel precum pouring down my leg like my penis was a waterfall. He finally got the upper hand and pulled me off the bed. We made sure we were presentable before heading down to the main floor and out onto the seawall. We held hands the whole way and then I remembered Blake.

"Who's looking after our son?" I asked smiling.

"Kyle. He said he and Blake will have a boy's night and I think he really enjoys being a big brother to him."

"Can't wait to see if Blake wears him out or not," I said thinking of the endless questions and insistence on doing a thousand things and then not wanting to go to bed.

"They'll have fun together. It's great that they get along so well. Also, did Alex mention the charity basketball game he set up for the `Q'?"

"No, it must have slipped his mind with everything else going on," I replied.

"I think he's going to be a good president. He set up a nude basketball game between the University and the Q'. Money is going to the Children's Miracle Foundation. Of course the Q' is being identified as just a local group of guys getting together to help the kids, but both teams will be completely nude."

"Sounds hot. I wonder how you'll know who's on your team if they're not wearing jerseys. It's usually hard enough to watch basketball when there's only one ball. Now we'll have dozens to watch," I said leaning against Colin. "We could volunteer to do the interview after the game in the locker room."

"Now you're starting to sound like the old Justin," He grinned as we continued our walk.

I think we were out for about an hour before we turned around and headed back to the hotel and into the lobby bar. There was a musician playing in the lounge as we ordered a couple martinis and curled up against each other. We got a few looks from some older couples, but other than that no one paid us much attention, except to give us a few smiles. We were there about an hour before the manager arrived and offered to escort us to the Spa. The private suite was luxurious and we undressed and put our fluffy robes on. We entered the massage area and a women showed us to the tables and told us to go ahead and get ready and lie face down with the sheet over us and our masseuses would be in shortly. I dropped my robe and then looked at Colin as he got naked next. I wanted to run over and drop to my knees in front of him and release some tension, but we probably didn't have time. This was going to be one difficult massage. I was so horny that as soon as someone touched me I was going to erupt like the fountains at the Las Vegas Mirage. That could be embarrassing. Colin should have thought of that and had us unload ahead of time. I had my face in the donut hole of the table and was looking down at the floor when we heard the door open and two masseuses arrived. I let out a small sigh of relief when I saw the bare feet go by and realized they were guys. At least if I popped a bone, he would understand. He was wearing shorts as I could see his hairy legs, which was a nice sight. The massage began with a hot towel on my back and it felt awesome. I could have stayed like that for hours, but as it cooled it was less comfortable. Then the massage began on my shoulders and worked each part of my body slowly and without rushing. I was now fighting to stay awake. Needless to say if I fall asleep this story stops, so I better stay awake to tell you what happens. He worked down my back, ignoring the sheet now folded up across my ass, and began concentrating on my legs. He did every muscle one my one and I think he even found parts of my body I didn't know about. I was so relaxed I felt like he had removed all my bones and I was a pile of rubbery goo. He worked each toe and down between them I tried hard not to giggle and kick him across the room, but his form hands had complete control over me. When that was over, he moved up and moved the sheet to one side and worked on my left butt cheek, before reversing the process to work on my right cheek. There was nothing sexual about it and he didn't even attempt to get into my crack and give me a nice rimming. What kind of massage place was this? Obviously we got the cheap package. Then the masseuse stood behind my head and I could see his toes and legs again. He spoke and it sounded almost Scottish with a hint of Irish and Chinese. Almost like he had grown up all over the world and couldn't decide which accent he wanted.

"Go ahead and turn over please," he said. As I did, he held a small towel over my head and then folded it over my eyes so I still couldn't see him. Probably a good thing to avoid a boner. Maybe that's how they do it, especially for straight boys and cute girls doing the massage. Smart. He worked on my forehead, temple and cheeks for a while before continuing down my body duplicating what he had done on my back. I was fighting sleep as it just felt so amazing. As he parted my legs slightly to get my upper leg, his hand did bump against my balls a few times, but I tried to ignore it, or I was going to bone up so hard, it would fling the sheet halfway across the room like a catapult. He got up to my hip and worked each side, ignoring my penis completely. I thought it would be over at that point, but he removed the sheet and I lay there completely exposed. Thankful that I was still limp, or at least not with full on wood. He poured a ton of oil all over my body and began rubbing it in from head to toes. This time he did touch my penis as he coated me completely. Now I know how a turkey feels being basted for Christmas dinner. I could almost feel the oil soaking into my skin. He then rubbed it into my balls and stroked the length of my penis, making sure to coat it thoroughly. I was now concentrating on bloody murder scenes, super fat old people, naked grandmas, anything to keep my dick from reacting. He worked more of my body and then came back up to my head. I heard a little rustling behind me and then my head was turned to the side and he began rubbing my lips and the side of my jaw. He slowly opened my mouth and I just went with it. I guess it was part of the massaging to the back of your jawbone or something. His finger went slowly around my lips and I almost stuck my tongue out to suck on it, but I refrained. Then I felt a second set of hands working on my legs and working up to my thighs. I had both masseuses working on me. Wonder if Colin had blown his load or something and they had finished with him. I felt the lower set of hands cup my balls gently and roll them around in the sack. There was no way I was going to be able to keep my dick soft and as he expertly worked my balls. The guy at my lips had his own ideas and I felt the tip of his penis enter my mouth as he held my jaw open. I reached up and pulled the towel off my eyes, only to find myself looking right up at Arden, Cole's boyfriend. I smiled, well, smiled the best I could with a mouth full of giant cock. Then I glanced down at the guy fondling my nuts and it was Cole. I looked over to Colin's table where he was sitting up watching and grinning.

"Having fun? I thought I'd give you a nice surprise," he laughed.

Arden pulled his cock out of my mouth and I think my tongue might have chased it. "You set me up? Bitch." I said trying to sound upset, but everyone in the room knew I wasn't.

"Just thought we needed to get you back to normal. If you turn over, Cole will fuck you and Arden can push his cock back down your throat."

Like I need to be asked twice to do that. I flipped onto my stomach almost snapping my now erect penis off. Cole wasted no time in spreading my legs and getting his face into my ass and licking into my hole. I am pretty sure a river of precum was forming under me, or else Cole was using lots of spit in the rimming. Arden stuck his cock back in my mouth and gently fucked my face. As Cole climbed on the table and ran his erection up and down my ass to tease me, Colin came up beside Arden and put his cock next to it. I tried to take them both, but my mouth isn't that big. IT'S NOT!!! Regardless of what people say! I tried to glance up and see what they were up to, but from the way they were standing and the noises they were making, I think they were kissing. Cole entered me and lay fully on top as he leaned around to help suck the cocks in front of us. He fucked me slowly and deeply and I was so relaxed from the massage it was a totally awesome experience. Colin moved, and from the creaking and groaning of the bed, and Colin, it was obvious he had gotten on top and entered Cole's ass. We were enjoying a Cole sandwich. The four of us played around for the next hour and it seemed I was the focal point as I was used over and over again. All I can say is that when the massage was over, I was completely relaxed and my front side was drained and my backside was full. We kissed each other as Colin and I climbed into the waterfall shower together and the two masseuses scrubbed us clean. We put our robes back on and the guys got dressed and said they'd catch us later.

"That was fun. How did you get them as our masseuses' dudes?" I asked.

"Money works for everything, sweetie. Are you ready for our dinner now?"

I had to admit I was. I was starving. We headed upstairs after changing and decided it would be nice to lounge around in the giant fluffy robes in the room. We left our underwear on and I can tell you, Colin looked so damn sexy with his robe open, his smooth chest showing and his tight purple Aussie Bum boxer briefs showing. I almost wanted to eat him for dinner. Right on schedule there was a knock on the door and when we opened it, room service rolled in a cart with all sorts of trays on it with silver covers. I felt like we were in an old fashioned movie. The hot boy rolled it to the table and began unloading it and setting up the places for us to eat. I couldn't help but feel my dick twitch as the boy bent over each time. His ass was one of those small bubble butt type that fit his pants firmly. I wanted to go get a roll of quarters and bounce them off it. Colin still had his robe open and the room service guy was obviously appreciating the view as much as I was. I don't know if the smell in the air was the great food or testosterone or pheromones, or what, but I was getting horny again. The boy finished and asked if we would like the champagne opened. Colin said he would appreciate that and we sat down next to each other for dinner. The boy seemed to be taking his time and as he slowly opened the Cristal Champagne. He let Colin try it first and once he had received approval he poured my glass and then Colin's. He seemed to brush against me more than necessary as he poured the bubbly, but there was no way I was complaining. He put the champagne back in the silver bucket on the stand and stepped back as he pulled the covers off the food.

"Tonight we have a Sturgeon Caviar, fresh oysters, Waldorf salad, Chateaubriand in a white wine sauce, gold roast potatoes, fresh vegetables and for dessert, Tiramisu." He said revealing everything in front of us. I didn't know if I was a fan of caviar and oysters, but the rest of it was my absolute favorite.

"Will there be anything else this evening sir?" He asked looking at Colin.

"Perhaps. Would you be available to stay during dinner and serve it?"

"Ummm...the boy stammered slightly obviously not expecting that request. Normally I think they just present the food and leave. "If you don't mind sir, I'll have to check with the Room Service Manager. Would you excuse me while I go and find out?"

"Of course," Colin said reaching into his robe pocket and handing the boy a fifty dollar bill. I think the guy might have popped a boner. He definitely blushed slightly and excused himself.

"I think you might have freaked him out," I grinned as we began dinner.

"He'll be back. You watch. The way he was looking at us, he's on our team."

"No doubt. But do you really think he'll drop his professionalism to do anything?"

"Guess we'll find out if he comes back," Colin smiled. "Here's to us and many happy years together." He raised his glass and we clinked and drank our champagne. It was pretty good.

"Nice champagne," I said as the bubbles tickled my nose.

"It should be. This vintage is probably going to be $17,000."

I almost choked and sent the champagne up my nose. "Holy shit, we could have bought a car for that price."

"I want you to have the best."

"I do! I have you," I smiled and he leaned over to kiss me. He tasted like champagne. He scooped some caviar up with a crostini and held it up for me to try. I opened my mouth to accept what he was giving me. That's my role. Open my mouth and let him put things in it. I tried not to react, but seriously, this was the most disgusting thing I've ever tasted. I tried to swallow it without tasting any more of it than I had to and he had a knowing look on his face as if he expected that reaction.

"What's caviar again?" I asked.

"Fish eggs. In this case from the beluga sturgeon."

"Isn't the beluga a whale?" I asked looking at the eggs and wondering how a whale could come from that.

"Yes, but this is the sturgeon fish from the Caspian Sea."

"Caspian, the friendly ghost," I sang with a smile. "The friendliest ghost you know."

"You're so weird," he laughed and got more caviar to give me. I put my hand up and washed the other stuff down with a big gulp of champagne. By my calculation each gulp was probably a thousand bucks. He shook his head grinning and ate it himself and then handed me the oysters.

"That is so gross. It looks like snot!" I said looking at it, hardly believing it was food.

"It's an aphrodisiac. Just open your throat and let it slide down. You should be good at that one," he teased.

I gave him a dirty look and took the oyster. I just stared at it and looked at Colin hoping he would tell me I could just put it aside. He held his up and let it slide into his mouth. I almost puked. Someone knocked on the door and I almost leapt out of the chair as I put the oyster down and ran to answer it. The room service guy was back. Saved by the intrusion. Whew. We went back to the dining area and Colin welcomed him back and grinned. The boy immediately went about his job and filled our champagne, and stood back out of the way. Colin picked up another oyster and held it up indicating I should pick up mine. God I'd rather fuck a 10 dollar female hooker with no teeth on East Hastings than this.

"Come on Justin. You gotta try everything once. Plus it'll make you horny and last longer."

"If that's true, we're gonna be fucking until next Saturday," I said looking at the snot in the shell. I plugged my nose closed my eyes, held my head back and tipped the oyster down my throat. I was so sure I was gonna yack. It was like the first time I sucked a cock to the back of my throat and almost puked. As soon as it was gone, I drank half my champagne. The room service guy was trying hard not to show emotion as he stood there, but you could see him grinning inwardly. Colin downed another one. I hope we were going to brush our teeth and use mouthwash and maybe some Pepto afterward. Then came the Waldorf Salad. The waiter placed the bowls in front of us and put a linen napkin on our lap. I don't think he had thought it through until he was half way to our lap with the cloth, and then realized we were almost naked. He retained his composure and did his job, then stepped back as we ate. I was having trouble not looking over at him watching us. Now I know how porn stars feel with a camera following them all over. It's unnerving. Colin must have noticed me glancing at him.

"Why don't you get comfortable and take off your shirt?" Colin said looking at the waiter. "What's your name?"

"Malcolm, sir," he answered looking nervous.

"I'm Colin and this is Justin. You don't need to call us sir," he smiled.

"Yes, sir, thank you," Malcolm said seemingly missing the point completely.

"So why not have some fun that you can tell your friends about? Go ahead and take your shirt off, but leave the bowtie. We're either underdressed or you're overdressed for this dinner party. Don't worry, we tip well."

"We're really not allowed to do things like that sir," he stammered as he swallowed hard.

"I know, but isn't that why it makes it more exciting? Kind of the forbidden thing that you've always wanted to do. Would I be wrong, Malcolm?"

"I'd get fired," he said swallowing hard again, obviously not used to so much interaction.

"No you won't. It's only us here and even if they did, I'd hire you. No pressure, but we'll feel underdressed if you don't join us," Colin said grinning.

Malcolm though about it for a couple seconds, looking at both of us to see if we were for real or not. He must have decided it was in his best interest as he began unbuttoning his shirt. For each button he opened my cock grew a little in my shorts. Colin reached over covertly to feel it and smirked at me. Our waiter took off his shirt and folded it neatly on a chair close by. He had a nice smooth chest with quarter size nipples and perfect skin with just a few freckles on his shoulders. He should work like this all the time and I told him as much. He went bright red and thanked me. It was time for the main course, and Malcolm seemed a little flustered as he served the vegetables and chateaubriand onto the plates and arranged it nicely. I almost inhaled his axe body spray as he went around us, serving up the champagne. He looked so incredible in his tight black pants with the belt and dress shoes. I almost wanted to bury my face in his mound. As we ate, our robes opened further and we were basically showing our entire bodies off. I took the lead next in hopes I could get away with it. My legal troubles had been temporarily forgotten as my hormones blocked that part of my brain.

"So Malcolm. How about getting a little more comfortable? But let me ask you first so I don't do the opposite and make you uncomfortable. Are you gay?"

"Bi, actually. I think I prefer guys, but I haven't had a lot of experience. I'm pretty shy when it comes to dating."

"No reason you should be. You have a nice body. At least what we've seen of it. Guys or girls would want to be with you and I'm sure you're a nice guy."

"Thanks," he said shuffling a bit obviously not used to the accolades.

"So why don't you join us for dessert? There's enough for all of us. But you should get out of those tight pants and relax."

"God, I'm gonna get fired for sure," he said half smiling as he nervously began to unfasten his belt. He removed it and placed it with his shirt. Then he removed his shoes and socks. I think I held my breath as I watched him unfasten his pants and slowly lower them. He was wearing basic black boxer briefs and my eyes shot straight to his bulge as is required when a boy takes off his pants in front of you. It's almost rude not to look. We invited him to pull up a chair and shared dessert together. I couldn't stop staring at his crotch and we all know what I was thinking. Colin could read me really well, but I had promised myself never to chase boys again. Oh well, opportunity was knocking, or maybe it was my nervous knees trying not to jump up and strip the guy and throw him over the edge of the table and fuck the dessert back out of him. I think I had a small heart attack as Colin reached over and grabbed the guy's crotch. Malcolm almost jumped out of his own shorts at being touched so suddenly. Colin immediately let go.

"Sorry," he said quickly. I could see having another charge for sexual assault about to happen. Maybe Colin could be my cell mate for the next 10 years. That would be hot.

"No problem at all, I just wasn't expecting it. No one has grabbed my crotch in a while," Malcolm said looking back at us. "This has been fun, but I really should get back to work before they come looking for me."

"Why don't we help you clean up and maybe it'll give you a bit more time," Colin suggested.

"Oh I couldn't allow you to do that sir," he said professionally. As professionally as you can be in just your underwear.

"Colin, remember?"

"Sorry...Colin. It's my job to clean up all this, so it's all good."

"I think you know we'd like to see you naked. How about you remove the shorts and clean up naked?"

Colin isn't normally like this. Guys usually throw themselves at him and he just bats them away like mosquitos unless he's in a mood to do them. I, on the other hand, let the mosquitos bite until they are satisfied...usually. But that was the old Justin of last week. The new Justin had self-control.

Malcolm just looked over at us and smiled. "This was certainly the most interesting night I've had since I started working here, but it wouldn't feel right being naked in a room with guests. I'd be in a shitload of trouble if I got caught."

"How about if we get naked first?" I asked joining in the conversation.

"That might not help. I haven't had sex in a while and I'm not sure that seeing you naked would help keep things...you know...under control."

"We're counting on it," Colin laughed. "Maybe part of your tip could be that we help take care of any `issue' that might come up," he said using air quotes.

Malcolm looked so out of his element and I wondered if he saw this as a dilemma. You weren't allowed to fool around with the guests, but you were supposed to help them with what they needed. He shrugged slightly and hooked his fingers into his underwear and pushed them down trying to hide his erection as he took them off. He put his hand in his lap and just sat there. Colin slowly reached over and pulled his hand away to reveal the rest of him.

"Is it ok?" Malcolm asked.

"Looks perfect to me," Colin admitted. "Stand up and let's see the rest of you. He got out of the chair and once again put his hand in front of his crotch. Colin put his hands on Malcolm's hips and turned him around so we could see his cute round ass with no hair on it. A little in the crack, but nothing major. A nice useable body part! Damn he was cute and the shyness was such a turn on. Colin stood up and went slowly over to him and gently reached over, so as not to scare him again, and rubbed his ass. "Nice and firm. You should be showing this off to everyone."

I think Malcolm's ass actually blushed. Colin turned him around to face us and moved his hands out of the way of his penis. He didn't trim his pubes at all, but his uncut cock was big enough to show nicely through them.

"That's perfect," Colin grinned. He looked so hot in just his bowtie. If room service guys always were like this, hotels would be a lot busier and tips would be through the roof. I guess we shouldn't leave you as the only one naked in the room, though. That wouldn't be nice of us." Colin turned and pulled me to my feet to face Malcolm and pushed my robe off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor, now leaving me in just my underwear. I shivered a bit at the cooler air on my skin, or maybe it was the excitement of what we were doing. My sexy hubby moved slowly behind me and ran his hands down my side until they were at my shorts. He gently peeled them down as I watched the room service waiter. He was staring intently at us and his hands had moved strategically to cover some of his cock, which seemed to be dancing in front of him, he was so hard. As Colin slowly exposed me, I couldn't help but react and my own dick began to inflate as I desperately tried to stop it. But this is my dick we're talking about. Short of hitting it on the head with a mallet, this thing was going up. Once I stepped out of the shorts and Colin tossed them onto the chair, he stood up and removed his own robe and then lowered his briefs. We were all naked now, with the only piece of clothing being Malcolm's bow tie.

"That's better. Now you should be more comfortable. Just three naked guys hanging out together."

"Wow, I never thought I'd be doing this when I came to work today. Gotta admit, it's a first," Malcolm said as he kept trying to hide his full erection. It didn't go unnoticed by Colin, who I was still loving as the assertive one tonight. I like seeing him like this. I was the submissive one for once. Almost wife like...if that's a PC thing to say. We'll assume it's 1930. He walked back over to Malcolm and moved his hands out of the way slowly to reveal the nice cock. Not overly large, but nice. Maybe 6½ and medium thickness with a good size foreskin that pulled back easily to expose his head. The boy would make someone very happy, maybe me in 30 seconds. Wait, I'm only with Colin from now on. I know, you can't stop laughing at that idea, but I have my super Justin willpower activated. It's like a new superhero power I have.

"You should always be comfortable being naked. Plus you have a great body," Colin said complimenting him.

"Thanks I try to work out a few times a week. I gotta admit, I've never been naked in a room like this with other guys before. If I have sex, we normally just undress in a bedroom in the dark and do it. This is so weird."

"You mean you've never been to Wreck Beach, had sex on a picnic table at the park, gone for a nude ride in the car, or done the world naked bike ride?" I asked sounding as if these were the most normal things in the world.

"God no. As you can see, I wouldn't be able to keep my dic...umm penis under control."

"Relax Malcolm, you can say dick or cock, or fuck. No need to be so professional now. After all, we're standing here naked with each other," Colin assured him. "So what sort of things have you done?"

"You mean like with sex and stuff. Not much. Just the basics. Like with guys we've kissed and given each other blowjobs and with girls, it's like play with boobs, eat their pussies and fuck and stuff."

"You ever fuck a guy, or been fucked?" I asked.

"No. It tried a finger in my ass once, but it hurt, so I don't think that's for me."

"Have you tried rimming?"

"No, seems kinda gross. No offense if you do it or anything."

"Trust me it's not gross, and I think everyone feels the same way the first time," Colin explained. "So Malcolm, now that we're all naked and two of you are sporting erections with mine almost there, would you like to do something together with us? Feel free to say no if you're too nervous or anything."

"No, I'm fine. Like what would you like to do?"

In my mind, I answered a whole lot differently than out loud and verbally. My inside voice said, `tie you down, spread your legs and pound the hell out of that sweet little ass until you pass out,' but my outside voice simply said. "One of us could blow you while the other shows you what it's like to get rimmed, or if you want to suck us off, we wouldn't object."

He looked like he might pass out. "Ummm, I'm not sure. Would you guys maybe start with each other and I can join in?"

"So Malcolm is a kinky boy after all, wanting to watch," Colin smiled as he dropped to his knees in front of me and took hold of my cock. I was so horny I almost grabbed him by the ears and slammed it down his throat, but I stood still allowing it to happen. As my Dad always said slow and steady wins the race.' Which is kinda stupid if you've ever watched Nascar or a swimming competition. Fast and hard is the only way to go. Actually, they've made several movies using my latest motto Fast and Furious'. Colin took my cock into his mouth and swallowed it all the way to my balls, which is quite a talent due to my monstrous size of 14 inches. (Again, I'll keep saying it...this is my story and my dick can be as big as I want.) He took hold of my balls and I glanced over at Malcolm who was trying hard not to let us see that he was fingering his own balls and moving his hand slowly over the top of his cock as he tried to hide it again. Colin was giving me his total `A' game and I could have sent Malcolm away and been quite happy, but it made it so much hotter with a nervous bi guy standing naked just a foot away, obviously being turned on by what he was watching. After a few minutes of being blown, Colin pulled back, grabbed my hips and turned me around. He put his hand on my back and pushed. I got the message and bent over, putting my hands on the chair and sticking my ass out. He buried his face in the crack and I added the required porn moaning sound to give it some thrill for Malcolm. I reached around and grabbed Colin's head and pulled it harder into my hole. His tongue was deep probing me and my cock was throbbing hard. I took hold of it to jerk off, but Colin pulled it away to stop me. I guess he didn't want me cumming too soon. I looked at Malcolm who was openly stoking his own dick now and watching us as if we were a porn movie. I don't think he even realized we were real, until I waved him over and he snapped back to reality. He took a couple steps closer and I kept encouraging him until I could reach up and take hold of his cock. It truly was rock hard and I feared he might shoot at any second.

"I just have to warn you that once I cum, I usually am done. I'd probably want to leave right away," he said.

"You're one of those type of guys, huh?" I smiled. "Don't worry, we can cure you of that pretty easily. Plus you'll have to stay naked with us until we get all this cleaned up with you."

He looked around and I think it dawned on him that he was actually at work and still had a big job ahead of him. I hoped he wouldn't decide he had to leave, but since I had him by the cock, there probably wasn't enough blood to power all of his brain, so I figured we were safe, at least until he shot his load. I kept stroking him as Colin rimmed my ass. Then it was Malcolm's turn. Colin moved over to him and swallowed his cock quickly and as deeply as he could. If I got my husband's `A' game and that same game was in play for Malcolm, that boy was going to shoot before the second stroke. Malcolm put his hands on Colin's shoulders to steady himself and didn't say a word as he watched intently at his dick going in and out of the hot mouth suctioned to him. I stood back up and went over to rub Malcolm's chest and play with his nipples. He was getting his first three-way and I was going to make sure he remembered it. I slowly moved around behind him and rubbed his back and around to his chest and abs. He just stood there like a statue as we used him. This is probably why I get into trouble. I paralyze guys and it's only after I released my super awesome seductiveness that they come to their senses. I just hope Malcolm doesn't know Damian. Figuring we were this far along, I dropped to my knees and put my hands on his ass cheeks and slowly pulled them apart. He had fine hair in his crack, which was okay, so I licked along the length of him and he visibly shuddered. If you've never been rimmed, I highly recommend you try it, and if you have, you'll always remember that first time. We played for just a couple of minutes until Colin moved away from Malcolm and pulled me to my feet and took me over to the table and bent me over, spreading my legs slightly. He moved our naked waiter over to me and I looked back as he held him by the cock stroking it.

"Your turn," Colin smiled.

"I don't think I could rim an ass," he complained quietly. "I can give a blow job though."

Colin grinned and pulled Malcolm closer using his cock as a handle. "How about you gain some experience. Go ahead and play with Justin's back and ass for a minute. I'll be right back." He ran off to the bedroom while Malcolm ran his hands over me. He had such soft hands and a gentle touch. Perhaps he was just nervous to touch me. Colin was back almost instantly and I grinned when I saw that he had the small bottle of lube in his hands. I almost did the happy dance as I realized I was about to get fucked. He popped the cap and poured some on Malcolm's dick, stroking it to make sure it was fully hard. Then he moved the waiter closer and aimed his penis at my hole. There was no talk and seemingly no resistance...ummm, except from my incredibly tight hole. Yeah, we'll go with that for the fantasy version of events.

Colin expertly guided Malcolm into me and kept him going until he was fully buried. "How's that feel?" He asked.

"Oh my god, that is so much tighter than a pussy," he said panting. I think I blushed. Just what every guy loves to hear. Now I can say to all my doubters... Nah nah na na na, I do SO have a tight boi pussy! Malcolm held my hips as nature took over and he slowly fucked me. I was taking some sort of virginity from him, I'm just not sure what type. I tried to look back to see the fun going on in me and behind me. Colin was playing with Malcolm's nipples and then got down behind him to rim. That's all it took and Malcolm announced he was cumming and went to pull out, but Colin held him firmly in place. The naked room service waiter fired his pent up load deep into me and shuddered and shook violently as he exploded.

"Shit, I'm sorry, I just could hold it. That was so intense," he apologized as he was finally allowed to pull out. His cock was glistening with his cum and I took hold of his cock. He jumped a mile. "Sorry, I'm just super sensitive after I cum. I should probably get back to my job," he said as the blood rush back to his brain. Colin ran off and returned with a towel for Malcolm to use on his softening dick. We threw our robes back on as he got dressed. Too bad, as we would have loved to have him stay longer and maybe open his hole up to the public. The public being me and Colin. We helped him rapidly load all the stuff onto the room service cart and he thanked us. We exchanged phone numbers and made him promise to call us and come over sometime, which he said he would, but you got the feeling it was one of those `I'll say anything they want to hear so I can leave' replies. Colin handed him a stack of money as a thank you for sticking around and being our waiter. He didn't count it and stuck it in his pocket. Very professional of him. I was still drooling wondering what his ass would be like to fuck. I was also pretty sure I was innocent in this encounter as it was Colin who initiated everything and it was me who was being used and not doing the using, so my willpower was still intact. Colin came up to me and we pressed our bare chests together as the robes wrapped around the rest of us and it was nice. He began kissing me as there was a knock on the door. My heart almost stopped. I imagined that Malcolm told his boss what had happened and now we were going to jail. It was over, my life was officially going to be a movie of the week. PAY ATTENTION HBO, I'd like my story to be a movie of the week!! Okay, that should get into the Google spiders next week sometime. Back to me. Colin went to open the door and it was Malcolm again. My heart skipped another beat. No wonder old people get heart transplants if mine is doing this at my age.

He had the money in his hand. "Ummm, I think you made a mistake. You gave me $500."

"I know. You didn't have to stay and serve us dinner and we appreciated it. Use it to buy yourself something you've always wanted," Colin told him.

"Uh, I'm not sure I can take this. It's too much."

"Bullshit. You work hard and you're a really decent guy. Enjoy it."

He smiled sweetly and I wondered if he might actually kiss Colin, but then he looked over at me and probably thought he shouldn't. I mean that might seem too personal. I can never figure that out. Kissing is personal, but rimming, fucking and sucking aren't? What up with that? Wha What? Seems jamming your tongue up someone's poop chute would be about as personal as it gets, but nope, straight boys will go there, but they won't kiss you. I could understand if you rim them first and then try to kiss. That's definitely an acquired taste. He thanked us again and almost skipped off down the hall. Maybe he would call us again. Colin came back to me and the rest of our night began.

We had a great bubble bath together in the Jacuzzi tub and if I can advise one thing, use bubble bath sparingly in a jetted tub. We were batting the bubbles away constantly as we tried to kiss and hug in the tub. Then it was a nice shower together and into bed where we made love almost all night. Oh, who am I kidding it WAS all night. Every part of our bodies were used so many times, I felt like a science experiment. A very happy and satisfied science experiment that was down two litres of cum. I was so tired in the morning that I could barely move. I looked over at Colin and he seemed to sense me hovering over him, or perhaps the licking of his neck woke him up. He smiled and turned over. I reached down to take hold of his morning wood as we can't let something that nice go to waste. I snuggled up beside him and looked into his eyes. Out of the blue, I began to cry.

Colin looked concerned pulled me into a tighter hug. "What's wrong sweetie?"

"I just realized that I can't take you away for your birthday until all this legal crap is behind us, as I can't leave the province, and I had such a cool trip planned."

"We can take a trip anytime baby. All I need for my birthday is you and Blake," he said sweetly kissing me on the forehead. He always knew exactly what to say.

"I'm still taking you on a great trip once this is over though. I guess we'll just have to do something closer to home with the family. "

"Sounds perfect. Are you planning on having another one of your famous orgies?" He laughed. "Just warn me ahead of time so I can make sure I'm well rested, showered and shaved."

"No, I'm done with that. I just want this to be something we can all enjoy as we celebrate your birthday. You're getting old now, so I have to tone it down a bit so that you can keep up," I teased.

"Old huh? I'll show you old." He rolled me on my side and slid his cock into my appreciative hole and began to fuck the hell out of me. I think it was part sex, part drilling for oil. I lifted my top leg over his and he grabbed my erection firmly and stroked in time with his fucking. Not bad for an old fart.

"As for a party, I can't imagine a party at our place where everyone doesn't get naked and fill empty holes for several hours," he said as he kept hammering at me.

I chuckled. He seems to know me well, but I was going to make it a special birthday for him, especially considering I couldn't take him away anywhere fun. We kissed and heard a knock on the door followed by it opening. I figured maybe we'd slept past checkout time and the maids were coming in to drag our sore asses out of bed. Colin quickly pulled out of me and my ass slammed shut and complained at being abandoned. We jumped up and grabbed our robes, trying to hide our erections, but grinned from ear to ear when we strolled out into the main room and saw Malcolm there again with a breakfast cart.

"Are you still working?" I asked surprised at his long hours.

"I switched shifts with another guy so ended up working the back to back. If you need me to stay to serve breakfast I prearranged permission," he smiled and you could almost see his morning erection saying hello.

"So what are you waiting for?" Colin beamed "Get your clothes off and let's get this breakfast underway." Malcolm stripped naked except for his bowtie again and served us breakfast. All I can tell you is that a bacon and egg flavored penis is much better than a regular flavored one. You just have to remember to tell yourself that it's not an actual sausage and not to stab it with your fork or bite into it. The owner of the faux breakfast sausage has a tendency to yelp loudly. We made it up to him though by making sure he got to fuck me and was drained of his morning breakfast cream. I gotta tell you, if you are ever in a luxury hotel that offers `full service', a naked room service waiter is high on my list of recommendations. I'll make sure to put THAT on Tripadvisor. Should get them 6 out of 5 stars or winks or likes or whatever they use as a rating system. I know I'd be ordering all my meals in a hotel room if every hotel had a Malcolm. I smiled to myself as Colin inserted a finger into him and the guy jumped half a mile and pulled the finger out. He had the type of ass you just want to fuck, but then so do most of the guys I've met. We didn't go there with Malcolm as he was making it pretty obvious that he wasn't into more anal play than just being rimmed. Too bad, it would have been fun to hear the pop of another cherry, like in the gay orchards during the summer. We sent him off with another tip and it was really a shame that he had to work with clothes on as he was so cute without them. Colin and I went and checked out and headed back to our regular day. Me at school avoiding Damian, lunch with the guys and Kyle grinning at me and asking how my night went. So in other words, a typical day. I caught a ride home with Kyle and by the time we got home, Blake was already there with Cory.

"Guess what Kyle and me did last night Dad?" Blake said as they scampered up to greet us. I almost didn't want to know in case it was a Blake special. "We had a `man' night."

I've had those and they're always fun, but I wondered what type he'd had. I held my breath as I asked. "And what is a `man' night?"

"We had a burping and farting competition and then we had a spit ball fight. I'm the best at that. Then we had a peeing contest. We went in the back yard to see who could pee the furthest. Don't worry we did it off the back cliff."

"Sounds like a fun night," I grinned just picturing the two of them together.

Cory spoke up. "Blake said I could come to the next man night," he said with a huge smile that took over most of his face.

"Yeah, then we watched all three Terminator Movies. Those are awesome. Hasta La Vista, Baby!" Blake said in his deepest Schwarzenegger voice. I laughed.

"I'll be back," I said mimicking the Terminator.

"Okay," he said blinking.

"No, that's a line from the movie," I laughed again. Totally lost on him.

"Oh, cool. Come with me if you want to live. You're terminated, fucker!" he grinned.

Yep, he'd definitely watched Terminator. "Did you do anything else?"

"Yeah, Kyle let me sleep in his bed and we had a pillow fight."

That sounded more like a girls slumber party than a `man night', but who am I to judge. My night was also a man night. I had Cole, Arden, Malcolm and Colin all getting into my Kool-aid. "Sounds like we both had a great night last night."

"Yeah. We gotta do it again. Maybe you can join us next time Dads."

"Sounds like a plan, little man!" I said ruffling his curly hair. I loved how you could mess it up and it still looked the same.

We heard from Jason and Alex out in P.E.I. and they said they had met with the social workers and it wasn't going to be a quick process for all three kids. The twins would be the easiest as Jason was listed as their father and once his identity and DNA had been confirmed, he could bring them back, but the older boy wouldn't be as quick as they had to ascertain whether there was a father out there for him. He did say that to keep the boys together, they would allow James to be transferred to foster care in Vancouver.

"How long will all that take?" I asked thinking it sounded like a whole lot of government bullshit.

"Who knows? They have to arrange the transfer and a social worker to accompany James and make sure there is a place for him to go," Jason explained as we facetimed with each other. Alex kept pushing into view and waving.

"Well, they don't have to worry about transportation. Pile on the jet and you'll be home in half the time."

"Yeah, I already suggested that, but they said it had to be a government approved airline. Wouldn't make sense for them to do something for free when they could pay thousands."

"True. Want me to work on things from this end? We already know Colleen and maybe she can do something."

"Sure anything is going to help. We haven't seen the boys yet, but we're heading there tomorrow morning. I have to admit I'm kinda nervous. I mean I'm meeting my sons for the first time. Makes it so real."

"Wish I could be there for you bro."

"Me too. We'll see you soon. Have fun at the nude basketball game this weekend."

"Maybe I should play in it," I chuckled.

Jason laughed. He actually laughed. I'm okay at basketball. Maybe not good enough to be on a team or score baskets or anything, but I'd try my hardest and have fun. "Dude, with 9 other guys running around on a court and another 10 on the bench something tell me you'd be way to distracted to notice the ball you're actually supposed to be playing with."

"So 19 guys, 20 with myself. 40 balls, plus the big orange one. Seems like a game made just for me!" I joked. We said goodbye and he promised to call as soon as he knew anything. Alex waved and blew me a kiss which was kina dorky, but cute. Once we were done, I texted Jason and Alex and told them what I was planning for Colin's birthday in a few weeks and they said they would be home by then for sure.

J.P. and Ryan came over and said they were replaying the pilot of their new show followed by the second episode tonight. "The reviews are in and so far it's mixed, but they said it has potential and has a few up and coming young stars in it."

"How do they know you were cumming? Did you do something with the reporter?" I asked smirking.

"Ha ha. You're hilarious," J.P. said.

"I already know that, duh!" I said as we went and rounded everyone up for the show. `Marvin' and Troy were busy planning for their extended weekend in California while Kyle was helping Blake with homework. We all met in the media room and I smiled as Kyle flopped onto a bean bag chair and Blake jumped on it beside him and put his arm over his shoulder. The two pushed each other and gave each other shots in the arms. I think they really were becoming brothers. Kyle seemed to like having Blake around as much as Blake liked being around Kyle. When he sacked Kyle in the nuts, the real wrestling started. Blake ended up with a gonch pull that must have pulled his balls all the way back into his body, but Blake got even and twisted Kyle's nipple through his shirt. We all just watched and cheered them on. It was pretty obvious that Kyle was holding back, but not so much that Blake didn't feel it was real. Once the show started they settled down. The first episode was good to see again and we cheered each time one of our friends came on screen. It was almost done as a joke now. The second episode moved the plot along even further.

It opened with Marvin' seeing Kevin (the other str8 boy of the triplets) holding hands with a girl outside a convenience store. Marvin' gets pissed off and confronts Kriss (J.P.) about it at school, who of course denies it venomously. The show moved along the relationship between Kriss and Wendy, but Marvin' still distrusts Kriss and follows him places and sticks to him closely. In the scene where they are changing for gym class, the camera made a point of showing J.P.'s body including the tattoo. Marvin' talks to him about it and says he's thinking of getting one. Then after class they shower at the same time and you subtly notice `Marvin' checking J.P. (Kriss) out. We all tease him about that.

"Hey Troy, your straight boyfriend is crushing on J.P. Better watch out Ryan, `Marvin' is gonna be balls deep in him by the end of next week."

"In the show, or around here?" Ryan laughed. "Because if it's around here, I think that ship has sailed. Everyone has done everyone else in this room."

Blake stood up and put his hands on his hips and stared at all of us with a serious look on his face. "Everyone but me," he said and he stood firm. We all laughed and Kyle pulled him back down and tickled the crap out of him...almost literally.

"When you're old enough, I'm sure you'll be allowed to join in if you want," he said over the screaming of Blake as he tried to get away.

As we came back from commercial, the plot really moved ahead. You saw what you thought was Kriss now kissing a boy in a movie theatre. It pulled back to show Wendy's best friend and her friend just a few seats away staring in disbelief at what they were seeing. They immediately went to record it, but were too late. Of course they told Wendy and she confronted Kriss, who looked like he was becoming the town Cassanova or perhaps more of a whore. It was interesting how they were doing it, and of course Kriss denied it. They hadn't identified that there was more than one brother at this point. It was just looking as if Kriss was a bit of a player and a massive liar. I suppose if this hadn't been a TV show, he would have simply introduced his brothers and the mystery would be solved, but that's not how you get viewers to come back week after week. You tease them and build the plot. Ryan came on screen and we all cheered again as he was on the running track. He stopped at the bleachers and pulled off his shirt and grabbed a towel as the camera panned to a bunch of girls staring at him and talking amongst themselves. Ryan just waved up and smiled. Lucas ran up behind him and slapped him on the back.

"Dude, you're such a stud. Every one of those chicks would go home with you right now if you asked them too. Hell, they'd probably all go at once. Nice move pulling off the shirt and letting them see your heavy breathing. Nothing turns a chick on like a sweaty panting jock. Makes them wet."

"I know right," Ryan said as they took a couple chugs of water and ran off again. Ryan leaving his shirt behind so you got the full effect of his body.

"God, if the audience only knew how much acting was going on in this show. All the gay guys playing straight boys and later we'll probably find out that the straight boys are playing gay guys. As if either of you two know what makes a girl wet," Colin threw out at Ryan.

"I know what makes a girl wet," Blake said turning to look at all of us. "Water balloons!"

We howled with laughter and agreed completely. The show was rapidly building characters and personalities. Ryan and Lucas were the sports stars, in guest starring roles. Wendy was the sweet innocent girl upset at her boyfriend. Marvin' was the good brother, who was probably struggling with his sexuality, but they were just slowly giving insight into that as he would check out guys more than a straight boy might normally do. But he was also protective of his sister. Other parts of the show included a computer whiz and a few strange shots of Kriss at home. It looked as if there were serious continuity issues as the camera would show Kriss in one shot in the kitchen and then a phone would ring and he would be in his bedroom dressed differently to answer it, and then another shot with him in the shower. It seemed so disjointed, but in such a way that you just assumed it was one guy at home with his Mom and Dad. The week ended with the Mom yelling "Dinner is ready guys!" You wondered why she was yelling guys' since her husband and Kriss were right there beside her. It looked so random and out of place. That should get a shitload of comments. We loved the episode as it gave J.P. (Kriss) lots of screen time and he had more than one shirtless scene. The trailer for next week showed `Marvin' checking out J.P.'s tattoo and biceps as they worked out together. It also showed them both in a hot tub with Wendy and her friend. It looked like the start of a party as they all had a drink with them.

"That should be a good episode," Troy said. "What happens? Do you all get drunk and get into a naked hot tub party and make out?"

"We can't tell you," J.P. said smiling. It's that whole confidentiality thing. If any part of the show leaks out in advance, they take it pretty seriously."

"You can tell us, we're family," Troy pleaded. He looked at `Marvin' "If you ever want any of this again, start talking buddy."

"If you ever want any of this again, you'll stop asking," `Marvin' shot back with a smile.

"Touché" he laughed.

Blake jumped up and got into a fighting stance and yelled "TOUCHÉ!"

Kyle grabbed his ankles and sent him crashing back to the bean bag chair. Then he picked him up, threw him over his shoulder and took off out of the media room with Blake shrieking that he would get him and his whole family. We ran after them and watched as Kyle ran downstairs with Blake squirming like crazy and then threw him in the pool. He came up looking shocked and we thought he might be pissed until he laughed and started splashing all of us. Kyle quickly emptied his pockets and jumped in the pool with him so they could goof around. We all shrugged, emptied our own pockets and jumped in with them. It is crazy hard to swim with all your clothes on, but it was a fun night. Eventually we got out of the clothes and hit the hot tub to warm up before heading off to bed.

The rest of the week was uneventful and pretty routine. I had reduced my sex output to once a day and just with Colin. I was really proud of myself for how well behaved I was. I had sent out invitations to Colin's birthday and made it clear what it was going to be. I'm pretty sure I'd get questions as it was so far out of the ordinary that people probably would think it was a joke. Tripp had become a regular fixture at our lunch table and with his accent and behaviour was usually the focal point for the group. He was always helping the girls look their best and complimenting the boys. I thought that I should introduce him to Forrest, but then figured that that might be like two cats fighting over a tuna fish sandwich. Could you imagine the two of them together having a bitch fight over how to make the girls look their best, or if they both saw a guy they wanted. There would be teeth and nails, not to mention blood and torn clothes everywhere. Dickson was still my focus, although I'd given up wanting to try and do him. He was just a friend now and I come to terms with the fact he didn't want me, but every time Tripp hit on him, I felt jealousy, especially if Dickson responded in any way. Tripp didn't seem to have a type as he got along with everyone. He told professors they looked good, male or female. He hit on older and younger guys, always had girls with him and was rapidly becoming the big man on campus, or at least the most fabulous man on campus. He had no problem making friends at all. He claimed to have over 3000 facebook friends and 80,000 twitter followers. I had to admit I was one of them. His stuff was hilarious and he took pictures of everything and explained it as a Canadian tree, a Canadian sidewalk, a Canadian maple leaf, a Canadian boy... basically everything was a Canadian something. He even took a picture of an American flag on a building and said it was a Canadian American flag. I wanted to have him take a picture of my Canadian penis, but I don't think you can post that on Twitter. That's more a Tumblr thing.

He came up beside me on my way to class and put his arm around my waist. "Hey Tripp!" I smiled.

"So I figured out how come you looked familiar. You're a TV star. I saw your new show Blurred Lines, but I couldn't see your name on the credits, how come?"

"Because it's not me in that show," I smiled as we walked.

"Dude, it's DEFINTITELY you. So what stage name are you using? I figure it's J.P. Pelletier which is the one name I couldn't find on IMDB or Google. Did you know that the guy Ryan Mynatt that is in your show is a famous porn star? Is he straight or gay? He's playing a straight boy in the show."

"I promise it's not me in the show. It's my brother. And Ryan is gay because he's dating him."

"NO WAY! He looks exactly like you! Are you twins?"

"Triplets actually, and we're identical."

"I still think you're bullshitting me. Show me your arm," he said as he stood in front of me and went to unbutton my shirt. A straight boy would have me roll up my sleeve to see the tattoo, but a gay guy went from the top down. He exposed half my chest to get to the arm band. "It IS you in the show. This exact tattoo is on the Kriss character."

"We all have them. I told you we're identical, right down to the tattoo. Only those closest to us can actually tell us apart. If I sent J.P. to school tomorrow, you'd never know it wasn't me."

"So how come he uses a different last name?"

"Long story. A really long story that would take 140 chapters of a book to explain. Basically Jean Paul was separated at birth and we reconnected recently," I said shortening it to one line.

"That's so awesome. I can't believe there are three of you. God, that's a fantasy for my bucket list. Are you all gay?"

"Yep. My other brother is Jason. He and I are both married, and J.P. is dating Ryan."

"Whoa, you married your brother? That's kinda out there, even for a southern boy like me."

"No dumbass, I'm married to a guy, and Jason is married to a guy."

"So when I did you in the bathroom, were you cheating on your husband?"

"No, we have an open relationship. We all fool around with whoever we want. Just kind of how we live."

"Okay, I gotta know, and you don't have to answer if you don't want, but do you ever do the nasty with your brothers?"

"Sometimes," I smirked.

"Oh my god that is so Honey Boo Boo cray cray!" He said almost giddy with excitement. "Can I please come over and join in one day. Pleeeassseee!! That is like a total fantasy. I mean like that would be the hottest Canadian thing I'd have ever done in my whole life. God, I'll even pay you if you want."

I laughed. "Keep it in your pants Yankie Diddle. You can come over anytime and meet them. I'm pretty sure they'll all like you."

"Would Ryan be there as well? God, I think I'd be able to die right there after we'd finished `cause nothing could get better than that. Triplets and a major porn star."

"What if I threw in `Marvin' as well?" I teased.

"Fuck off. You know him too? I saw the news when he came out. I think I pulled on my dick for three days thinking about him. Justin baby, if you could give me that night, I'd be your friend & personal slave for the rest of my life."

"'Marvin' actually dates my younger brother, so yes, I know him too."

"Who else do you know? Shit! Did you do Lucas Cruikshank as well? I gotta live in your house. I don't take up much space. I could live under the stairs, or I could sleep in a tent in the yard or something. I so want your life," he said excitedly. "I gotta go jerk off before class. Wanna come with me? Maybe fuck me while I blow a load?" He was kinda loud and I think a couple of people around us were beginning to stare.

"Tripp, calm down," I grinned. "It's not that big a deal. Our house is just a normal place that just happens to be full of horny gay guys. Come over anytime and I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself. We hardly think of ourselves as anything special."

"Oh my god, you're like every fantasy come true at once. I'll bet you guys even do orgies too, don't you?"

"We've been known to throw a few amazing parties once in a while," I smiled. Trip already had his hands down his pants and I thought he might whip his dick out right there in the hallway. I pushed him towards the bathroom and told him to go take care of it and we'd talk later. He tried to get me to come in for a quickie, but I told him I would be late for class. I pushed him through the door and smiled as I thought of him beating off furiously with his mind reeling over us. My first fan. I was now a celebrity, even though it wasn't actually me. I'd have to remember to tell J.P. He'd be thrilled.

During the week, I had managed to reach out to Colleen at the Ministry for children and told her what we were up against in P.E.I. with the boys and she said they didn't have jurisdiction there, but would call and see if she could help things along.

"Justin, would you and Colin be willing to take guardianship of James as his foster parents? It would mean that we'd be doing routine visits again until he could either be adopted by Jason and Alex or until his real father or next of kin could be located." I didn't hesitate and immediate agreed.

"Take a day to think on it, while I see what we need to do on our end. Think about what happens if the boys need to be split up. If James has a blood relative somewhere, the courts may give them custody over Jason. You could petition for the boys to stay together, but I doubt you'd win over a blood relative. Are you prepared for that?"

"More prepared than to let James live in a foster home in P.E.I. or here and not have a real family at all, or spend time with his little brothers. If it came up, we'd deal with it like everything else." She agreed to look into it and I let Jason and Alex know.

"We've been allowed to see the twins a few times and James once," Jason explained. "Dude, you're not gonna believe it. They look almost exactly like we did at that age. There is no question that they're my sons. You're gonna love them. They're really shy, but you can see the spark in their eyes. When they get comfortable, I can easily see them being mini Blakes."

"Oh god. Leave them there!" I laughed. "That's all we need three Blakes getting up to all sorts of trouble."

"James is a little different. He's the tough street wise kid who has a mouth on him and doesn't trust anyone. Seems like he was the man of the house and from what I can tell, he was left to look after the boys a lot, even though he's only 7. He's the one that's gonna need the most work and we may have to work with him a lot as he knows what happened to his Mom. Apparently he saw the whole thing."

"Yipes. Are they getting him help for it or anything?"

"I dunno. They don't share a lot of information about James with me. Just as to how it pertains to Travis and Trevor, but if they let us take him in, we'll need to spend a lot of time with him. They said he has nightmares and usually gets into fights with some of the other kids. I wouldn't want that around Blake or Cory."

"Would he hurt the twins?" I asked slightly concerned now.

"No, from the sound of it, just the opposite. If anyone goes near the boys, he's like a pitbull to protect them."

"That's positive, I think," I said letting out a sigh of relief.

"Yes and no. They told me that he pulled a knife on one guy who came near the twins and tried to attack him. Fortunately he's not very big and it's not hard to disarm a 7 year old."

"Holy crap. We should enter him in the Hunger Games," I said a bit shocked. A knife? I could see us all being stabbed to death in our sleep. Not sure I want that type of person around here, but I didn't say anything to Jason as he had enough to deal with. We could always make the kid wear boxing gloves so he couldn't use his hands. We said goodbye and I sat back thinking about how James might change our lives. I'm going with my parent's belief that there are no bad kids, just bad situations. Once we showed him how great our home was, he'd calm down and realize he could just be a kid and relax his defenses.

Saturday afternoon, it was off to the nude charity basketball game. We had called Ben and Reece to invite them, but they said they would already be there as a lot of the kids from the Academy were going, so we were going to meet them there. We picked Cory up, and Jordan & Aaron came along with Kyle. Troy and Marvin' gave it a miss as Marvin' didn't want the `exposure' he said, using a play on words. I expected it to be just a bunch of guys in the stands, but was surprised to see women, and even some children. It was 10 bucks to get in and the stands were almost full. You could also buy t-shirts and a bunch of other things to help the charity, which was the Children's Miracle Foundation. We saw the guys from the Academy near the front of the stands so went over and joined them. Zane ran up and gave me a big hug.

"Hey Zane! Nice to see you wearing pants." I smiled.

"Yeah, the kilt is really only for around school. But when they let us play, I'm gonna get naked for that. Maybe I can find some horny guys that I can have fun with."

"How old are you?" Blake asked him.

"14, 15 in a couple months," he replied. Blake pulled on my shirt and looked up at me.

"Yes, you can if you want," I answered without even being asked the question. It was pretty obvious.

"Cool. I'm Blake and I'm horny," he said putting his hand out to shake Zane's."

Sure, why waste time. Just go for it. That's my son! I looked at Zane. Just remember to be careful who you play with. You're only legal with guys up to 16 and you wouldn't want to get people into trouble. There looks like there's a lot of cops and security here today," I warned as I looked around.

"No problem. If older guys wanna hook up I know a great park close to the school that I can go to. Older guys are best `cause they know what they're doing," Zane smiled as he almost licked his lips.

"Just stick with guys your own age until you turn 16. I'd hate to see you get hurt or anything."

He smiled and patted me on the back. "Don't worry, I'll still have enough left for you if you want to play," he grinned before heading back to sit down.

I'm pretty sure he missed the point, but that was Zane. It think he must get fucked 100 times a day and was never satisfied. I wish I had that kind of sex drive still. Reece and Ben said hi to all of us and I was happy to see a lot of familiar faces from the school. I just hoped they would all behave themselves. They were excited and all talking amongst themselves as a guy came out to the center of the gym and had a microphone to talk to everyone.

"Good afternoon Ladies and Gentleman. Just a few housekeeping rules for the day. Because this is a clothes free event, we have insist that no pictures of video be taken of the game today. Some of our participants are only 17 and cannot be filmed. To ensure this, we have security and police throughout the stands who would have to take action should they see cameras, so please keep this a family event and just enjoy the game. Proceeds from today's game will go to the Children's Miracle Foundation to help terminally ill patients. Please dig deep and support where you can. Are you ready to meet your teams?" The crowd cheered and went wild. "From the University and on the scoreboard as the Visitors, meet the Wreckers!"

All eyes turned to watch as the first team ran out of the side doors. They were all completely naked, except for their shoes and a giant red `W' on their chest and a red arm bands. I think I went hard. Some guys were naturally hairy and were obviously straight boys who hadn't seen a razor, ever. They ran around the gym and then took their place on the bench. Lucky bench. "The next team listed as the Home team and your hosts for this event, please welcome the Quarriers!"

"Did he say Quarriers?" Jordan said leaning over to ask us. "What's a Quarrier?"

Probably a play on Warrior, using the Q'," I smiled, and sure enough the players ran out with the giant blue Q' on their chest and blue arm bands. Our team was definitely all gay. They were shaved smooth and not one of them had a single pubic hair or chest hair. I'm not sure if they did that just for the game to psych out the other team, or if they were always like that, but it was very noticeable, especially up against the University team. I almost laughed out loud when I thought of the conversation I'd overheard from the Scouts when they were talking about gay guys having bigger penises than straight boys. Looking at the two team together, it certainly would appear that way. Probably because our guys didn't have dicks buried in hair. The teams lined up on the court and we sang the national anthem. I changed the lyrics to suite the occasion. "O'Canada, our home and NAKED land. True gaytriot love in all thy sons command. With glowing hearts we see ME rise, our true north strong and free..." This really was a dirty song if you let your mind wander. Then the game got under way. It was hard to concentrate especially when they jumped up to make a shot and balls and dicks were everywhere. I didn't realize how many times guys bumped into each other and had their asses up against someone they were guarding or when hands brushed crotches. I'm sure the athletes didn't either as you could see a few trying to step forward or sideways to avoid a dick slapping them or rubbing against their butt crack. It was pretty funny to watch. Know I know why the ancient Olympic Games were so popular. We need more nude events like this. By half time, the guys were sweating pretty hard and looking pretty good. It wasn't sexual in any way, but it sure was fun to watch.

At half time, people were invited to come down and try a one on one nude game with others just for the fun of it. You had to pay $20 but you could be naked on the court. They lowered all the nets around the gym and many people went up to play. While it was predominately guys, a few women stepped up and got naked. I think more guys watched them than anything else. I didn't go down as I've played lots of naked basketball at home, but Kyle, Jordan, Aaron, Blake and Cory went and participated, as did most of the boys from the Academy. I noted that a lot of them now had nipple rings which was interesting and I was sure a few of them were now circumcised that I remember being uncircumcised, but maybe my mind was finally going. They were all so comfortable being naked that no one threw a boner. No surprise there though. I think if you teach kids to accept nudity, then it's not a big deal later in life. Europe has that one correct, along with their thoughts on drinking. Teach at an early age how to be responsible and when their old enough, it's not a problem. North America has too many `no' rules, so things like sex, nudity and drinking become forbidden vices that you have to do and go wild with whenever you can sneak it in. If Blake wants to try a beer or something, we'd let him as long as it was in the house and supervised. So far he really didn't like the taste and hadn't asked after trying it once. I doubt he'd run off and get shitface drunk if a friend offered him alcohol, because he can get it whenever he wants it, if he wants it. Some parents won't have "the talk" about sex or allow curiosity as it's inappropriate. I guess they figure it's better to learn it from kids at school or from internet porn. I hoped our style of parenting would prove to be correct, and only time would tell. After the half hour, everyone got dressed and returned to the stands high fiving their friends or whoever they were with.

"Did you see me Dad?" I made two shots against that big adult guy. I'm too fast for him. He went left, I ducked down and went right and made the shot," Blake said cheering himself on. "He was like a hairy carpet though. How come you don't have that much hair?"

"Some guys do and some don't. I'm blond so I probably won't get very hairy, whereas Kyle might when he gets older."

"Are you gonna have a hairy chest Kyle?" Cory asked looking him up and down.

"Who knows, but I don't want one. I'd probably shave it off," he smiled and answered honestly.

"I'd like a hairy chest. Makes me look a like a man," Cory said lifting his shirt to have a look. "I think I'm gonna have some cause I can see them already."

Jordan laughed. "I think that might just be dirt sticking to peach fuzz."

Cory dropped his shirt and just glared at Jordan. We chuckled and went back to watching the game. I notice Zane heading off to the bathroom right behind a boy that he'd been talking to on the court. I had a feeling he had turned on the Zane charm, but didn't go to find out. When they returned at the same time and I saw Zane high five Chance, I assumed I had guessed right.

The university team won which wasn't really a surprise, but overall it was a great day and I may never think of a basketball game the same way again. Alex had this charity event right and I'm sure there would be more of these. We hung around for a bit talking to Reece and Ben and invited them to join us for something to eat, but they said that they had to get back with the other guys as they were all going to a movie next. Zane came back up and gave me another hug. He certainly is an affectionate kid, and part of my mind wondered if he was substituting all the sex he was having for love. Maybe that's how he defined being close to someone. I would have to watch him a little closer from now on. As we headed out, Blake took my hand and held on as we left the gym. I was a little surprised as I figured he was too old to hold hands with me, but didn't say anything as I kinda liked it. I half expected him to ask if he could he could run off and have fun with Ben and Zane, but he never asked and I sure never brought it up. We all stopped and got something to eat before driving Cory home.

"Am I still a virgin Dad?" Blake asked as we pulled up to our house causing Kyle to laugh.

"Why?"

"Just some of the guys at school were talking about how a guy loses it, and I was wondering if I lost it or if I still have it."

"So what were the thoughts at school about it?" Kyle interjected.

"Some say that once you kiss a girl, you're not a virgin and others said as soon as a girl sees you naked you lose your virginity. My buddy Carl said his older brother said you have to put your penis inside a girl's vagina and the weird kid in my math class said it didn't have to be a girl's vagina. He said if you put your penis anywhere inside another person, like mouth or bum, you're not a virgin. So which is it, Dad?"

"Yeah, Dad. Which is it?" Kyle asked smiling.

"Are you a virgin, Kyle?" Blake asked looking up at his best buddy and blinking.

"Yeah, Kyle, are you?" I smirked trying to get my own back.

"No, I'm not a virgin," Kyle said sitting back proud of himself.

"So how did you lose it? Does it hurt or anything?" Blake asked intently.

I almost choked as he asked. I remember losing my virginity and getting a dick in the ass the first time. It definitely hurt.

"I think your Dad should answer this."

"Okay, you lose you virginity when you put your penis in someone else. Either a bum or a vagina," I said bluntly and directly. I figure we promised to treat Blake like an adult and this was one of those things that defined us as cool parents.

"Cool. Thanks. So I'm not a virgin then?"

"Technically no, but when it comes to a girl, you're a virgin."

"Huh? So there's different types of virgins?"

"Yes. You can be a virgin with a girl and a boy, and you've been with a boy."

"I've been with a few boys," he said proudly. "I'm what you call, a stud!"

Kyle howled with laughter. "Yep, that you are!"

He bounced out of the car and ran inside.

"Maybe we should have given him more parameters around that one," Colin said as we walked in together. "He has a tendency to see things in black and white. I can already see the conversation at school about it, if it comes up again."

"He'll be okay. You know Blake, he's curious about everything and then he moves on to other things once he's got his answer."

We let it go and just hung out for the rest of the day. The next morning Blake came down all dressed up for school with a tie, his skinny jeans and leather jacket. "Whoa, looking hot, buddy. What's the occasion?"

"Uh, school pictures and then I'm taking Melissa out to dinner. I'm making my move tonight."

"You are huh? What move is that?" I smiled.

"I think I'm going to ask her if I can put my penis in her vagina."

I almost choked on my coffee and swallowed my tongue. "Umm, I don't think that's a good idea. Girls aren't like boys. You can't just ask them for sex."

"Why? Don't girls like it?"

"Not like boys do. With boys, you just get naked and have fun. No pressure, no big deal, but for girls it's a huge deal. It's something special and they like romance and getting to know a boy first. Then eventually after time, they will let you."

"God, girls are so weird. No wonder boys are all girl virgins. But that's okay, I still got all my moves. I'm gonna romance her and then see if she wants to do it. I'll show her my penis and that should make her want sex right? It works with boys."

"Again, that's not a good idea son. Showing your penis to a girl is wrong, really wrong. If she gets naked first, or asks to see it, that's okay, but you can't just get naked in front of her."

"Okay, but I'm still taking her to dinner. Can I ask her if she wants to see it?"

"No! Just keep it PG and keep your clothes on. Forget about sex please. It'll happen when it happens and it should be her idea. The dinner is awesome but don't do anything more than hold her hand or kiss her goodnight, okay?"

"Okay, but I can tell you when I get home I'm gonna be horny. I'm just warning ya." He looked at his phone and downed a glass of milk. "I gotta go Dad or I'm gonna be late."

"Okay, I'll grab the keys and meet you in the garage."

"No need. I called for the limo. Figured you guys were all busy, so I'm taking initiation."

"Initiative," I corrected.

"Right."

"How did you know who to call?"

"I watched you and Colin. Plus the number's in your phones. I figure I should be more independent since I'm almost a teenager and you can't be babysitting me all the time. I gotta go, Dad. The car's here."

"Okay, but we'll talk once you get home," I said allowing him to head out with the limo.

Once Colin came down I told him what had taken place and he laughed. "God, I remember the first time I did that at home. I think I was actually 14 and told Dad's company driver that he had to drive me to school. Dad was furious as he was late for work and I was grounded for a week. Looks like Blake is picking things up fast."

"And did you tell Blake that story?" I laughed.

"I might have," he grinned sheepishly.

"Are we okay with him using the limo to go to school?"

"No, of course not, but once in a while it doesn't hurt for him to be independent."

I agreed and kissed him goodbye as he headed for work. Kyle and I headed for University where I had another predictable day. Tripp joined our group for lunch and I almost killed him as he hit on Dickson. The worst part is that Dickson thought he was funny. I think I'm jealous again. Why didn't Dickson like me? Maybe the best approach is to ask him directly, but I'm not sure I could do that. I'll get Kyle to do it for me, or maybe Nate, but not today. I invited Nate over to the house after school so we could do homework together. The class was getting much tougher. I just thought psychology was just about asking people questions and listening to what they said, but oh no, you had to understand how to manipulate the conversation and steer it to where you got to the root of the problems by understanding human behavior. The stuff with kids was completely different as they were tougher to work with. I wasn't liking that class as much, but if I paid super close attention I might actually learn how to use it as a parent. Some of the stuff was interesting as you learned how to interpret their answers. We had a roleplay study to do in front of the class soon and I was nervously looking forward to it. I like roleplaying, but I doubted it would the type I was familiar with.

Nate and I were just about to study when I heard Blake run in the house. He yelled hi and ran up to his room. I thought he was going on a date with his girlfriend, but I didn't pry for now. Of course running straight up to his room was a little unusual, as he normally goes straight for the fridge or comes to see what we're up to. Nate and I studied for the better part of two hours until everyone else arrived home and we made dinner.

Troy came down by himself which was a bit of a surprise considering, he and `Marvin' were almost Siamese twins. "Where's the boyfriend?" I asked.

"He's doing a late shoot tonight. It's a school dance and night scene that they were filming, so he said he might be really late." I always thought of film stars doing the whole nine to five thing, but I guess they had weird hours for some stuff. We set dinner out on the table and had ADAM call everyone down. Blake still hadn't surfaced since he got home, but he strolled down slowly and sat at the opposite end of the table being unusually quiet. Then I saw him as he reached for the food.

"Holy crap Blake! What happened to your face?" I said as I jumped up and went down to have a closer look at him. He was bruised and sporting a black eye.

"Nothing. I just got into a fight," he said casually.

"About what?" Kyle said speaking up.

"Stupid shit. We got talking about that virgin stuff and I told the guys what you told me, especially about the different types of virgins," he said and Colin and I looked at each other.

"We argued for a while about it and when they learned that I wasn't a virgin with a boy, but was with a girl, one older guy in the locker room called me a rich little faggot and asked if I was only there to see them all naked. I told him that he was stupid shit-tard because it was after gym class, we had to be there to change. He yanked my pants down and all the guys laughed at me. Then when I went to pull them up he punched me in the face saying that I was trying to grab his junk. I wasn't Dad, I promise. I was just pulling up my pants. I tried to fight back, but he was tougher than me. I think he might have hit me more, but a teacher came in and we stopped."

"Did you tell the teacher?" Colin asked.

"No, of course not. I'd have gotten into trouble. I just got out of there and had the driver bring me home."

"We should get that eye looked at," I suggested.

"I already did, Dad. It's okay. I'm just gonna look really tough with my black eye tomorrow. I'm okay, but it's hard being so popular ya know."

"I know buddy, I know," I smiled as he was trying to be so brave about it. "If you need help, just let us know and we'll be there for you. You should probably let a teacher know what happened, because bullying isn't allowed, and picking on you for thinking you are gay is a hate crime," I said to him really concerned. I did not want my son being picked on for any reason and if we had to put him into a private school, we would.

"I don't think he meant I was gay, Dad. He just called me a faggot. You know, it's just something you say. Like being a nerd or a shit-tard, or douchebag."

"Well, none of those are nice things to say to anyone and I hope you don't use them," I replied being a good parental figure.

"Not to be mean. Just as a saying Dad. Like when you say don't get your panties in a bunch or tell someone to suck my dick. It's just boy stuff. I can handle it."

Kyle and Troy were stuffing their faces trying not to laugh and I must admit he was taking it was better than I would have at his age. In fact he was taking it better than I am now. I wanted to go kick the shit out of the little bully. Maybe yank his pants down and tape him to the flag pole for everyone to see how small a bully's dick really is. They have to compensate for it, by drawing attention to their bad attitudes. Nice guys always have huge cocks. Nice guys and gay guys... Nate offered his help if Blake wanted someone who wasn't related to him to interfere. Blake smiled and thanked him.

"Is that why you came right home after school? I assume you didn't go on your date, huh?"

"No, I told Melissa I didn't feel like it today, so we'll go out another day when I can actually see her with both eyes. Plus I gotta be in my best condition when I make my moves," he said grinning slightly.

I drove Nate home after dinner, and was pretty proud of myself as I never got naked with him at all. I was certainly doing well at this whole monogamy thing. That night Blake said his prayers and said I could kneel with him.

"Hi God, It's me Blake again. My Dad Justin is here with me, just in case you needed to know ahead of time. I hope my Mom, Dad, Jennifer and John are there with you. I got into a fight today, but I'm okay. See my black eye," he looked up at the ceiling to show them and I almost laughed out loud, but held it together. "I had to stand up for myself otherwise they'd think I was a wimp. I'll learn some moves so I won't get hurt next time. I think I might get some new brothers soon, as my Uncle Jason and Alex are just picking some up in Prince Edward Island. I hope they're as fun as Jennifer and John `cause it'll be nice to have other kids around. No offense Justin," he said looking over at me and smiling. "My Scout stuff is going well and I got more badges like my first aid, so I'm almost a doctor. My diving team has a couple new guys who are lots of fun and I'm getting so good at it. Hopefully you see me when I am there. Okay I gotta go to bed now, but I love you guys and miss you a lot. Thanks God for looking after them. Amen."

"Amen," I said with him. I liked the fact that he got a chance to talk to his family, despite what I personally believe. What was important was that he believed it and I would never take that away from him. That was his comfort to have when he needed it. He stood up and undressed and stood naked in front of me as I sat on the edge of the bed. Then out of the blue he leaned in and hugged me and began to cry. I rubbed his head and just held him for a few minutes as he just cried on my shoulder.

"It really hurt Dad. All the boys were cheering us on and that's the only reason I kept fighting. I don't want to go to school tomorrow please. I'm really scared that I'll get beat up again," he sobbed. My heart was breaking. "Please don't tell everyone else okay? I don't want them to think I'm a rich little faggot too, okay?"

I pushed him back to look at his face. "Blake, look at me. No one in this house thinks of you as anything except a really cool member of this family. I can promise you that none of us would like getting into a fight. You don't need to be a tough guy around anyone here. Make sure you always tell us how you feel so we know when to help you, okay? And one last thing, you may be a rich kid, but you're not a faggot. You have a girlfriend. I'll bet the bullies don't have one. They're just jealous of you."

He nodded. "Just don't let Kyle or Troy know. I want them to think I'm a tough guy, okay?"

"I promise, but I can also promise that they wouldn't think less of you if they knew you were hurting. They love you and would easily take a bullet for you if they had to." Blake hugged me tighter and just cried a little longer.

"Can I sleep in your bed tonight?" He sniffed as he wiped his snotty nose on my shirt. This shirt will now need to be incinerated. Too bad, I like this shirt. I didn't say anything to Blake about it as he just needed to feel my arms around him.

"Yeah, let's go get you tucked in and Colin and I will be up soon to join you."

"Ummm, Dad...can I sleep naked with you guys? I don't like sleeping in my underwear." He asked quietly as he looked at me.

I smiled. "Yes, as long as you behave yourself."

"I promise," he said smiling slightly. I took his hand and we walked next door to our room. He bounced into bed and shuffled to the middle where I tucked him in. He kissed me good night and almost disappeared in the big bed. I went downstairs and told Colin that we had a bed mate and let him know that Blake had broken down a little. He felt as bad as I did and we talked about what we should do. At the end we decided to let him deal with it for now, but if it happened again, we would put a stop to it. This could just have been boys in a locker room, but if it became more, we'd go parental on their asses. They'll see just what rich faggots are really like. We played a game of pool with Troy and Kyle before Colin and I eventually went to bed. I smiled to myself as I heard Kyle suggest that the winner fuck the loser, to which Troy responded that he wasn't sure he wanted to get into Kyle's ass today. Colin and I went into the bathroom together and closed the door so our shower wouldn't wake up the boy. Once I got Colin hard, which took all of three seconds, I pushed him flat against the wall and backed up to him and wiggled onto his cock. I did all the work as I jerked off and rode his hardon. I came first and once he felt me, he took hold of my hips and thrust hard several times until he drained himself into my ass. After he pulled out, I turned and we kissed as he helped finger my ass to get his cum out. We finished up, brushed our teeth and kissed again before climbing into our own side of the bed to sandwich Blake, who surprisingly was in the same spot I had left him. Of course he didn't stay like that all night and I got kneed in the balls a couple times. I even woke up at one point with his hand wrapped around my dick, but he was fast asleep. I think that's his natural way to sleep, and I wondered if he did that with other guys he slept with. I pried his hands off it and he never moved. In the morning he woke up first and although he had a much more pronounced black eye, he was feeling much better and decided to go to school once he saw himself in the mirror. We always ignored his morning boner, which he usually peed away like most of us.

"I think I'll wear a muscle shirt and my black baseball cap. It'll make me look like a bad ass," he said.

"Maybe we should get you a tattoo and a nose piercing to complete the look," I said sarcastically.

"Cool. Can we do it on the way to school?"

"I was kidding buddy. Never heard of sarcasm?"

"No I've never heard of sarcasm. I'm 12 and I've been living in a cave," he shot back. I laughed.

"Touché."

"Maybe we can take you to school in something a little less ostentatious than the limo today. Minimize the rich kid thing for you," I suggested as we showered together.

"Nah, fuck that. I've decided that if they can't handle who I am, that's their problem not mine and if they can't accept me for me, then I don't want them as friends anyway."

"Wow, that's pretty mature. You must have had a great sleep," I smiled as I washed his hair.

"I did. My Mom talked to me in my dreams last night, so I guess she heard my prayers. She said that I was lucky to be who I was and that I should be proud of that and always be myself. So that's what I'm gonna do."

"Great advice," I agreed. I wondered if that's something his mother had told him previously and he was just remembering it, or did his Mom really visit him in his dreams. That's kinda creepy. Was his whole family watching us all the time? God, were they watching us run around naked and have sex with each other and stuff? Damn, I gotta get an ecto-ghosty jamming thing for the house. I drove Blake to school after he received plenty of compliments from the house about how tough he looked, including `Marvin' who had been filled in on the incident. I was going to drive him in the BMW, but he said he wanted to go in his Lamborghini that we had given him to replace the Forerunner. We had sold that and put the money into an account for Blake that he could access with a debit card. Of course he only had a hundred dollar a day limit on his card, as we wanted him to be responsible with his money. We could just see him withdrawing the whole lot and buying a tiger, or alligator or ostrich or something just as crazy. He knew how much was there, but I really don't think he understood the concept of just how much it was. We had put just short of 20 grand in there. What he didn't know is that each time he spent anything I got a text message alert on my phone, so I could see if he was up to anything unusual. So far he hadn't used it at all. He was pretty responsible with his money. Plus he pretty much had everything he wanted or needed. I was going to sell the Camaro as well, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. It was the first thing Colin ever got for me and I wanted to keep it, even if it was the second version of it.

We pulled up at the school and he hopped out of the Lamborghini making sure to act as cool as possible. I think most kids were getting used to him getting out of fancy cars by now, but when I went to pick him up he had several guys in tow. "Hi Dad, these are some of my friends. I told them they could check out my car. Is that okay?" He say looking in and giving me a big smile. I got the message quickly.

"It's your car so whatever you want, buddy." I turned off the engine and jumped out of the driver's seat so the kids could climb over the whole thing and check it out.

One boy stood in front of me and looked up. "Is this really Blake's car?" He asked.

"Yep. It's really his."

"That's totally sic. Does he get to drive it?"

"Not on the road, but around the yard and back roads, sure," I said not sure how I was supposed to answer that, but if Blake was going for full on rich kid, I figure I'd play along.

"He's so lucky," the kid said as he disappeared into the car. It was like having snakes in the car as they slithered and wiggled all over it, poking, touching and twisting everything they could.

A few of the fathers that were picking up their kids came over and tried not to be interested, but you could see they wanted to climb all over the car as well. I checked a few of them out and for older guys they weren't bad. Old Justin might have flirted with one or two. "Dad, can Roger come over to the house and play?"

"Who's Roger?" I asked, never having heard that name before.

"He's a friend. That guy over there talking to his Dad," he explained pointing out a kid. They both came over and the father introduced himself. I said it was fine if he wanted to come over for a bit and we'd bring him home before dinner.

"You'd have to follow us, as the car only has two seats," I said to the Dad.

"It's okay, Justin. We can share a seat. We're both small enough," Blake suggested. I noticed that we'd gone to first name basis again.

"Nice try buddy, but it's one person per seat. Next time you want to invite a friend over, let us know ahead of time and we'll bring a car with more seats."

"We should bring the SUV on Friday `cause I think I might have a pool party," he nodded. I didn't reply.

As it turned out, the other father suggested they delay the play date for another time to the displeasure of both boys. Blake bounced back quickly and told Roger that he could sleepover on Friday after the pool party. I smiled as the other father looked at me.

"Boys!" he said smiling as he shook his head. I gave him our address and told him that if Blake was going to have some friends over, we'd be sure to get him the details.

"Not IF, Dad. I really need this party after the shi...bad week I've had," he said playing on my emotions. The little shi...dude knew how to work it.

I was just finishing dinner when Blake ran down with his track pants on, carrying his sport bag. "Come on Dad, we gotta go."

"Go where?" I asked wondering what I'd forgotten.

"Uh, duh! Diving practice," he said making it seem like I was the biggest idiot in the room.

"Is that back on?"

"It's been on for a while now. Kyle's been taking me, but he's busy tonight."

How come I missed that? I guess with everything that's been going on I lost track of a few things. I downed my juice and jumped into the first available car and took him to practice. I went to sit in the stands with the rest of the chauffeurs, butlers and slaves to their kids. My phone rang and it was Justin. We facetimed for a bit and he was all smiles.

"So it's official. I'm a Dad!" He beamed with Alex sitting beside him. "The twins are mine and I can bring them home as early as tomorrow if we want. Just have to sign the paperwork."

"Congratulations, Dad!" I said happy for him. "What about James?"

"That's still pending, but I heard from Colleen and we're flying her out here tomorrow. The BC Ministry doesn't want to transfer him, but I offered to pay all expenses and any costs of supporting him until we get this settled. They are going to meet with us and see if we can work out the details. Colleen suggested that since you're already a foster family, it would be easy to place James with you, but you'd be the guardian not me. At least the boys could stay together, if you're up for it."

"I'm totally up for it. I'll check with Colin, but I'm sure he'll be fine as well. I'm happy for you bro. Are you sure you're ready for this?"

"Nope, but I guess I have to be now. I can't believe I have two three year old sons. You're gonna love them Justin. They're totally the cutest boys on the planet. Alex and I have to go out and buy a whole lot of things for them, like a stroller, car seats, clothes, toys, etc. as they really have nothing. I think they're a little behind for their age, but they seem bright so we should be able to get them caught up pretty fast. I'll keep you posted, but if all goes well, we should be home by the weekend."

After we hung up, I sat there in a small daze thinking about it. I had Blake and now possibly a 7 year old, while Jason had two three year old twins and of course there was still Cory. He may not be a son or anything, but he was still Jason's little brother and Blake's best friend. Our family was building rapidly. I immediately thought about James and wondered if we should remove all the knives from the house before he got there. My attention turned to the pool as I heard clapping as a few of the divers jumped off the platforms. I saw Blake climb up and he looked so small from this distance. He was fearless and he dove and I had to admit, he really was getting pretty good. He did a great dive as he jumped up, touched his feet, and hit the water almost without a splash. He got a good round of applause. I always held my breath until he surfaced. But once he did he had a big smile on his face as he swam to the edge of the water. I chuckled as he lifted out of the water and his little bum was showing. He hitched up his speedos and climbed out. I think that's why I like watching Olympic diving. For the underwater ass crack shots. Tom Daley was still my favorite and now that he had come out as gay, he was my extra favorite. Him and the Australian Matthew Mitcham, although Tom was by far my most extra favorite. The guys congratulated Blake as he headed for the shower on the wall and he was still grinning from ear to ear. Once practice was over, I stood waiting with the other parents for the boys to come out of the locker room and after a seemingly unreasonable amount of time, I headed in to speed them all up. I heard them all in the shower and walked in to see them all running around slapping each other's dicks. Blake looked up and smiled.

"Hi Dad! We're playing dick slap tag. Wanna play?"

"I think I'll pass," I smiled. "You should all hurry up before the other parents come in. The way some of the mothers are pacing around out there I can see them marching in and I'm not sure they'd understand dick slap tag."

I recognized most of the guys from the diving team, but there were a couple new additions. One looked about 10 and the other was easily 14 or 15. Quite a range on the team now and it was good that Blake had a new friends of all ages to hang with. He could learn from the older ones and teach the younger dudes. Blake and Warren said goodbye to the other guys and got a few more slaps in before running to their locker after grabbing their towels. They dressed quickly and the others weren't far behind. When we got out, I just explained that the guys were taking their time in the shower and bonding as a team. I decided not to announce the whole truth. After all, penis slap tag is a boy thing. Wonder if girls have boob tag or something. They'd be good at purple nurple tag. Strangely, I think I'd like to see boob slap tag.

"You coming over?" Warren asked Blake.

"Can I Dad?" He asked. I looked at Kane and shrugged.

"Might as well, Justin. We can practice a few more wrestling moves," Warren's older brother said with a smile.

We all headed over to their house and the boys followed us immediately to the basement. Warren and Blake went into the bathroom and came back out in their wrestling singlet. They always looked so small in those as they hadn't begun to get broader shoulders or real muscle definition yet. I smiled at Blake who looked really cute. The fun thing about a wrestling singlet is that you could clearly see crotch outlines. I wondered why they made clothes like this. Maybe it was a gay fashion designer. I headed for the bathroom next and Kane followed. I almost wanted to bend him over the toilet and pummel his hot ass. Unlike the kids, he had lots of definition in all the right places. I honestly couldn't stop staring at his low hanging balls. They looked like they hadn't been drained for a week. "I dunno why we bother changing and wrestling. I should just go lay on the mat and let you fuck me. I mean that's how it's going to end anyway," I smirked.

"You really are missing the point, Justin," he chuckled. "The idea of fucking the loser is so that he tries harder next time to get better and can punish his opponent by doing it to him. It's not so you can lie there and get fucked. Don't worry, I'll teach you a few new moves today and maybe one day, you'll pin me."

I think I felt blood rushing to my penis as I thought about pinning him. Pinning him with his legs over my head. I'd love to watch his face as my dick entered his sweet straight boy ass. I gotta take wrestling lessons.

As we headed back out, the kids were already rolling around on the mat so Kane and I sat on the couch alternating between talking to each other and giving advice to the boys. I couldn't help but notice how many times the boys seemed to put their hands between each other's legs to do flips and turns. It was no wonder they were both sporting erections as they wrestled. Not much is left to the imagination in a singlet. I seriously should consider joining a wrestling team. After what seemed like forever, we were both stunned as Blake pinned Warren to the mat and won the round. Blake jumped up and down waving his hands in the air to celebrate his victory as Warren lay on the mat looking exhausted.

"Okay, Blake looks like you get to teach Warren that he needs to work harder. You know the drill boys. Strip and fuck him." I guess we should have told Blake about being a graceful winner as he removed his singlet, still dancing around.

Kane sat cross legged on the couch and looked at me. "Your brother has a huge dick for his age dude. He's bigger than my brother. You can tell he's related to you alright."

I froze and looked at him feeling a weird. "He's my son not my brother," I said a bit more assertively than I should have."

"Right. Sorry. I keep forgetting since we're almost the same age and Warren is my brother. I just think of Blake as your brother as it's so hard to think of you with a 12 year old son."

"I guess he does kinda take after me in the dick department," I admitted as I looked at Blake who was fully hard and easily 6 inches and well on his way to being my size if he kept going. Next to Warren who was almost a year older, he definitely wasn't being short changed between the legs.

"Hurry up Blake," Kane encouraged. "You two aren't dating. Just lube your dick, give it to him and move aside, so I can wrestle Justin." I wasn't sure this was a good idea, but things were just moving along quickly.

"Oh yeah, here comes my monster dick, dude. I can't believe I won! I'm the champion of the world!!" Blake announced as he got on his knees and grabbed the shoulder straps of Warren's singlet and yanked it down his body until it was inside out and being pulled off his feet, leaving Warren completely naked. Kane threw a bottle of lube to Blake.

"You know how to do it?" He asked.

"Of course. I'm 12, and I live in a house of gay guys. You pick up a few things," Blake announced. Warren lifted his legs up and Blake put them on his shoulder. I felt a little strange watching my son about to fuck another boy. I mean I shouldn't. I've seen him with Cory before, but I never actually stayed specifically to watch him do it. Warren lubed up his own hole and Blake coated his cock so they were both ready.

"Just go slow Blake," I said trying to be helpful.

"Don't worry about it, dude. Just fuck him. He's taken bigger and you need to teach him a lesson so he doesn't want to lose again. Slam it in there and screw the hell out of him," Kane said countermanding my instructions. Typical straight boy. Slam it in, fuck, cum and go. We watched as Blake pushed his 6 inches into his friend and fucked him hard. At their age it doesn't take long to get a result and Blake only lasted about 30 seconds before he announced he was cumming. Warren had been stroking his own cock and shot his load almost as Blake came inside him.

"Guess I gotta teach you a few more moves, Warren. I can't believe you let a much smaller kid beat you like that, bro. Maybe I should wrestle you and I'm pretty sure you'll try harder," Kane said berating his brother. Blake pulled out and both boys were panting hard, partly from the wrestling and partly from the fuck. Since they were sweaty, they ran off to the bathroom together to clean up.

"You ready to see if you can beat me now?" Kane said when we were alone.

"Really don't see the point. I seriously should just strip and let you drain those big balls into me. By the look of them when we changed, I have to ask. When's the last time you bust a nut?"

"About a week ago. I've been busy and just never got around to it. It helps my wrestling when I'm sexually frustrated," he smiled.

"Probably makes it much harder to pack all that into the singlet though," I laughed as we got on the mat.

"Yeah, but I can tell you the girls are looking at me and drooling when the see the size of the bulge."

And the Justin's', I thought to myself. We got into the start position and I honestly didn't see the point. He was gonna beat me without any real effort and then he was going to fuck me. Plain and simple. We should just cut out the middle part and I'll lie there and spread my legs. Save all the exertion and getting bent into a pretzel. I decided to give it my best attempt though as the exercise would probably do me some good. I really have to get out more. Sex used to be my exercise, but since I'd slowed down so much, I think I was getting fat. I might have gained a pound or two. I could feel the six pack beginning to turn into love handles and before you knew it, I'd have a belly hanging over my belt and be wondering what my penis looked like below it. Last time I weighed myself I was at 142 lbs. Still 5'9" so not bad, but if I kept adding weight I could just hear Colin singing I want a hippopotamus for Christmas. Only a hippopotamus will do. No crocodiles, No rhinoceroses, I only like hippopotamuses and hippopotamuses like me too.' And we'll name the Hippopotamus, Justin. Yipes. That won't be good. So I put me effort in and wrestled my hardest against Kane. The two boys returned while I was trying to defeat my opponent. It was like Canada trying to defeat America in a military showdown. We have slingshots and 30 year old helicopters, where they showed up with the 5th fleet, laser scopes and unmanned drones. Blake was cheering me on, which was nice to hear, and even Warren was encouraging me. Of course I didn't stand a chance and lost badly. I think he crushed me so hard to the mat that I heard things break. I didn't even have time to enjoy my loss and lie there to recover. Kane flipped me onto my stomach and yanked my costume off. (Learned later it was a uniform, not a costume). He stripped and spread my legs as he poured about three times too much lube into my ass and then just like we were still wrestling he got on top, slammed his dick inside and fucked me like we were trying for an Olympic speed record. He was making sure he used his entire length and his balls were slamming hard against my ass. I almost felt sorry for the abuse his balls were getting. He lay down heavily on top of me and just thrust his ass up and down giving me a thorough pounding. He finally announced he was about to nut and pushed up and slammed his cock all the way deep inside, wiggled around and flooded me with a week's worth of cum, before pulling out, spraying a bit more on my back and then slamming back inside to ride me for another minute before he collapsed hard on top of me and then rolled off as his cock plopped out of my ass.

"You're actually getting better," Kane said as we lay there. I didn't know if he meant I was getting better at being fucked or at wrestling. I figured I'd take the high ground and assume it was wrestling. After all, I know I'm amazing at fucking. I'm the master of that.

"Thanks. Obviously I'm learning what you're teaching, but I'm still not good enough yet, since I just got fucked," I replied.

"Yeah, but I needed that anyway, so I was going to do what it took to win. Thanks for letting me nut."

"Like I had a choice. I lost."

"True."

I looked over at Blake who was still staring at us as the two boys sat cross legged on the couch. I forgot that they had watched the whole thing. Kane and I headed for the bathroom and I sat on the toilet to drain out the three gallon of cum sloshing around in me.

"Are you taking a dump?" Kane asked bluntly.

"No, just draining you out of me," I smiled.

"Cool. Yeah, sorry about that. Like I said I haven't had time to jerk off at all. Gotta admit it's always hotter to fuck than just jerk it. Don't you think?"

"Always, but a quick wank is sometimes good for instant quick relief."

"True. Hey, since you're gay, can I ask you a question?"

"Shoot?"

"You ever get pissed on?"

"You mean like actually pissed on?"

"Yeah. I heard some guys like watersports and stuff and wondered if you'd ever done it?"

"Not really my favorite thing, but sometimes it can be fun. Not really into drinking it though. That's kinda gross."

"Yeah, I can imagine. I've often thought about what it would be like to piss on someone," Kane said as he leaned against the counter as I let cum flow out of me. He wasn't looking at me, he was just staring absently straight ahead.

I smiled. "So are you asking if you can piss on me, Kane?"

"I was thinking maybe we could make a deal. If you let me try it, then next time you're over, I'll let you fuck me after we wrestle."

"You're serious?"

"Only if you want to. I gotta take a leak and if we're gonna shower anyway, I was thinking maybe you'd let me piss in your hair and all over you."

"Kane's a kinky bastard," I smiled as I wiped and flushed. "Sure. I can do that, but no open mouth stuff, and you gotta promise I get to fuck you again. Guess you liked it the last time huh?"

"Shut up! Actually that was the most pain I think I've ever felt. Gabe's dick is so small that I barely feel it, but when you went into my ass, I thought you were gonna rip me in half. I don't understand why gay guys find that so much fun to do. It's like the worst."

"Yet, you're offering your ass again," I grinned as we stepped into the tub together.

"Just so I can try the pissing on someone thing. My other friends would never let me do it."

"I can see that," I smiled. I got on my knees and wondered what the hell I was doing. Jesus the things I do for a straight boy ass. Considering I was on a monogamy kick, I think this might almost be on the border of crossing that line. I mean getting fucked for losing wasn't cheating. That was a penalty. Being pissed on was just helping a friend out, but if I fucked him, then I'd be cheating on my monogamy thing. Kane stepped up to me and I closed my eyes waiting for the stream. In my mind I was still wondering if I might now be crazy and need medication. The first splash of his piss hit my forehead and as it did I felt Kane's hand pull my head forward so he could piss in my hair and down my back. It was kinda kinky and coming from a straight boy made it that much hotter. He then pushed my head back and pissed all over my face and chest and then aimed for my cock and balls, like target practice. Kinda like you do with that urinal cake in public bathrooms. He finished by spraying the last few squirts at my face and then wiped his cock over my lips. I almost opened to suck him off, but figured he might be saving a bit to piss in me. I didn't trust him that much. I kept my eyes closed the entire time, despite wanting to see. I heard the water from the shower and when I felt it hit me, I washed his piss off before opening my eyes and standing up.

"That was actually pretty fucking cool," Kane said smiling. "Guess I owe you a fuck next time."

"Looks like you do," I grinned. "Maybe I should just do it now."

"Nah, that would be way too gay. We'll do it when we wrestle next time."

THAT would be way too gay? I thought. We just watched the kids fuck and then I got fucked and pissed on, but him getting fucked in private in a shower, was where he considered the gay line to be drawn. One day I gotta peel back the brain levels in a straight boy to see how they work. We quickly showered and I made Kane wash my back to get the piss off. I actually did it just to make him wash my back. I hadn't bust my load and my cock was semi hard. I wanted to jerk off in there, but figured that might also be too gay. Kane's balls were back to his normal size, but I wondered if he'd like a goodbye blowjob to make sure. I didn't ask, but thought about it...a lot. I was still behaving myself, so we got dressed and went back out the Blake and Warren. We said goodbye and on the drive home Blake was uncharacteristically quiet.

"Are you okay buddy?" I asked looking over at him.

"I suppose. But it's not fair Dad."

"What's not fair?"

"That everyone gets to do sexy stuff with you but me. Warren's brother got to put his penis in you and he's almost got the same size one as me. How come I can't do it too?"

"It's not about size, buddy, it's about age. Once you're 16, you can have sex with anyone you want. Until then, you have to follow the rules. You're still figuring out who you are and you should be a kid, not worry about adult stuff so much. You'll have lots of time for sex."

"I know Dad, but when I get a boner, it would be nice just to do what you guys all do. Just play with each other and make it go away. I have to wait until Cory comes over or Ben, or wrestle with Warren. How come I can't just put my penis in one of you guys? I promise I would never tell anyone. I can keep a secret, I promise," he whined. I felt for him, I really did.

"I know buddy, but first off, we never keep secrets okay? We always tell each other everything, and second, once you're old enough, I'm sure everyone will let you have as much sex as you want."

"Dad, please. I promise I would never tell anyone. I just want to be able to play with you guys. I think it's maybe `cause you don't love me like you do the other guys. I promise I'll be a better son if you let me do naked stuff just like everyone else. I feel left out sometimes," he pleaded. Either he really meant it, or he was a kick ass actor and manipulator.

"Blake, we all love you more than anything else in the world. It's just that there are laws against things like this and if we broke them we could go to jail, or they would take you away from us, and that would kill me. Just be patient and it'll happen."

He began to cry and I pulled over. I put my arm around him and pulled him closer.

"I love you Dad and I just want to be part of the family. Everyone else just does whatever they want and I feel left out," he sobbed. I pulled him tight against my chest and held on.

"I know buddy. Being a kid sucks sometimes, but we agreed to let you masturbate with us any time. That's more than most boys your age get to do," I said hoping that would be enough for now.

"I know and I really like it when we do that together, especially Kyle `cause he makes funny faces just before he makes a mess, and he grunts too."

I smiled as he was certainly right about that.

"I don't understand how I'm ever gonna learn about sex and stuff if you guys won't show me or tell me if I'm doing something wrong, or give me tips and stuff."

"Believe it or not, we all learn just by doing buddy. You get a girlfriend or boyfriend who doesn't know either and you learn together. That's how most people learn. They get a partner and try it with each other until they find out what they like and don't like."

"Like me and Cory?"

"Exactly," I smiled.

"It still isn't fair Dad. You and Dad Colin know so much stuff and you do it all the time. I watched you guys but it's not the same. I want to know if I'm doing it right or wrong and no one will tell me or let me try. I just want to be part of all the fun," he sobbed slightly. I had a feeling he was now hamming it up a bit.

"How about a compromise?"

"What's a compromise?"

"It's where we meet in the middle on something. Neither side gets everything they want, but each side gives in a little bit."

"You mean I can do sexy stuff with you?" he said looking up at me with those big green eyes almost excitedly.

"Not quite. How about if on the night of your birthday, I sleep in your bed. When you wake up, I'll stay asleep and you can lie on top of me and put your penis in my bum and have some fun?"

"REALLY? That would be awesome! Would that be my birthday present though?" He asked suspiciously.

I love it. He wanted sex with us, but not if it meant giving up his birthday present. He was definitely 12.

"No, it would just be something between you and me until you turn 16."

"Like a secret?"

"Like a bonding thing. We don't keep secrets and if you try to have sex with anyone else in the house, then our deal is off. Agreed."

"Agreed!" He smiled. He spit on his hand and held it out. So gross, but I shook it anyway. "So I shouldn't tell anyone, right?"

"You can tell anyone that lives with us. Just no one else, including Cory or he'll want it too."

"Okay, deal. I can't wait for my birthday. I'm gonna put a countdown timer on my phone. Can I do it right at midnight on my birthday or do I have to wait until morning, or can I do it at midnight and then again in the morning? I am only allowed to go once or a lot until you wake up?"

I laughed. "Why don't we wait until your birthday?" I said as we drove off again heading for home.

"You're the best Dad ever. I am so excited."

I figured that he'd forget about it by then. It's more than 5 months to his birthday and he usually gets bored of things quickly. I had managed to get him calmed down for another little while. I figure if he does start a countdown timer, I'll wait a month or two and delete it without him knowing. We got home and he immediately ran up to his room. I went to find Troy and `Marvin' in the hot tub.

"Gonna join us," Troy asked. I stripped and climbed in beside them and we talked about our day. Blake ran down naked shortly afterward and jumped in with us soaking everyone. He climbed excitedly on Troy's lap and faced him.

"Guess what Troy?" He beamed. I figured he was about to spill the beans of our deal. "I did a perfect dive from one of the platforms. "Coach said I did the best dive of the day!"

"Way to go dude," Troy said holding his hand up to high five him.

"I also beat Warren at wrestling and he's much better than me and bigger too. I think I might join a wrestling team. I think he was surprised especially since I got to put my penis in his bum because he lost."

"How come you got to do that to him?" `Marvin' asked curiously.

"It's the rule. If you lose, you have to let the winner put his penis in you. It's so you try harder next time. Justin lost to Kane and we saw him get punished. They said he's getting better, but just needs more practice."

"I think Justin gets enough practice being fucked," Troy laughed.

"No silly. He needs more practice at wrestling so he can win," Blake corrected as he squirmed around on Troy's lap. I saw Troy look down and grin.

"Did you just cum buddy?" He asked.

"Yeah, sorry. Your penis is tickling my balls and it just happened. It's a guy thing," he said nonchalantly.

We laughed. "Yep, it is definitely a guy thing," `Marvin' agreed. I think we were all impressed that Blake shot off without touching himself. He moved aside and Troy brushed the floating jizz blob to the intake vent to get rid of it. We hung out a little while longer before heading upstairs to get something to eat with Kyle and Colin who were now home and hanging out in the kitchen. Blake told them of his adventures again.

"Yeah Kane sure knows how to wrestle, although his technique for fucking needs improvement," Kyle said as we talked.

"You've been over there?" I asked surprised that I hadn't heard about it before. Of course in hindsight, that might explain why Blake was so much better at wrestling now.

"Yeah, I've been a few times after diving practice. I've wrestled with Gabe and Kane and lost to both of them. Although losing to Gabe isn't a big thrill...if you know what I mean," he smirked holding up his pinky finger. He was right about that. A 5 inch dick wasn't exactly tough to handle.

"Kyle always loses," Blake said helpfully.

"So do you buddy, so do you," Kyle shot back sticking his tongue out at him. Like two little kids.

"Not today. I won and got to do it to Warren. Wanna wrestle, Kyle?" Blake grinned.

"How about we arm wrestle instead?"

"What does the winner get to do to the loser?" He asked hopefully.

"The loser gets a big wet sloppy kiss with lots of tongue," Kyle laughed.

"Gross! You're gonna lose then," Blake said getting into position for an arm wrestle. We all gathered around and Colin yelled go. It was a mismatch of epic proportions, but Kyle led him on for a while and made it look like he was struggling before beating him. Then before Blake could react, Kyle grabbed his head and licked his entire face getting him good and wet.

"OH GROSS!!" Blake giggled as he wiped his face and ran to the sink to wash himself. We laughed and then all got into the act. Colin beat me and Kyle. I beat Troy. Troy deliberately lost to Blake to make him feel better and `Marvin' surprisingly beat all our asses. Of course the fun part was the wet sloppy kiss afterward. You don't see that on The Sports Network World Arm Wrestling. Once it was over, Kyle gave Blake a piggyback ride up to bed the rest of us went to watch a movie. It had been a fun night.

The next couple days were uneventful and routine until we heard from Jason and Alex. They had us all gather around the big monitor to Skype instead of Facetime.

"Guys, we have a surprise for you. Meet Travis and Trevor. My sons." He pulled the camera back to show two of the cutest little kids I've ever seen. They both had long straight blond hair and bright green/blue eyes. They totally looked like Jason and I at that age. I couldn't believe it. It was like looking at a live version of all the pictures of us when we were little. "Guys say hi to your Uncles and Cousin Blake."

"Hi," said one of the boys in a small shy voice looking up at Jason. Alex was sitting next to them.

"This is Trevor and this is Travis," Jason said pointing them out. I could make out small differences between them, which would be helpful once they got home. We all waved and said hi to them and said we were looking forward to them coming home.

"Hi, I'm Blake. I'm your..." he looked at me for clarification.

"Cousin," I said quickly.

"Cousin. We have a pool and a playroom and everything," he said excitedly. We also have a big ball pit and a slide. When are you coming here?" The boys didn't answer as they were obviously a little overwhelmed. Jason stuck his face back in.

"Hey Blake. We'll be home soon and you can show the boys everything. We're still waiting for their big brother to join us."

"Okay cool. Thanks Uncle Jason."

"So how's that progressing?" Colin asked Jason and Alex.

"Paperwork is underway and they've agreed to transfer James back to Vancouver since that's technically his home. Colleen is still here and we should be able to come home in a couple of days pending no issues. Still no next of kin for James, so nothing is delaying the transfer at this point. Can't wait to get home."

"Do you need anything here for when you arrive?" I queried.

"If it's not too much trouble, it would be nice to set up the corner guest room next to ours for the boys. At least until we can move into our own place," Jason suggested.

"We'll get on it, bro," I promised. "We'll set it up for all three boys."

"Perfect, thanks." We said our goodbyes and went offline. Blake was more excited than anyone.

"I'll get some of my toys and put them in the room. I have tons of stuff. We should paint the room blue like mine. Boys like blue."

I had to agree and we put a list together of all the things we'd need. Most important on the list was two small beds for the twins and things like a stroller and other things that three year olds might need. I texted Jason to ask if the boys had been toilet trained yet and he sent a message back to say they were. Thank god for that. There is nothing grosser than having dirty diapers stinking up a house and wiping a baby's ass. Gross, double gross, yuck and sick! After we hung up, Blake got to work on us for his pool party and when we agreed, he ran off to invite everyone. He only resurfaced to ask how many people he was allowed to bring over.

"How many were you thinking?" I asked suspiciously.

"Right now I have 20, but maybe a hundred would be good," he said sitting down beside me with a snack. I guess it was hard work getting everyone rounded up.

"So who are you inviting?"

"Just my friends, like the swim team, Scouts, kids at school, Cory, Ben, Reece, Zane, my girlfriend and her friends. We have to have girls at the party or this would be totally lame."

"Totally," I smiled. "But you'll have to keep your clothes on. I'm not sure everyone would understand if you began running around, playing slap tag or doing other things in the nude."

"Well, I can't stop people if they take their clothes off, Dad. It's a free country," Blake said looking up at me innocently.

"Then you can't have a party, buddy. You gotta keep it age appropriate," I said becoming a little more firm with him.

"It's age appropriate. The youngest one at the party is Cory and only by a few months, and he's been naked around us."

I put my arm around him. Son, just because you and Cory do naked things together and have had lots of fun, not everyone your age knows as much about sex as you do. In fact a lot of boys at 14 or 15 don't know what you know. When it comes to stuff like this, you're almost at the same level as a 16 year old and if you're going to have a party, just have a normal pool party. Swimming, junk food, music, etc., but no nudity. Perhaps you should avoid inviting Zane as he's very aggressive when it comes to sex. Ben and Reece are okay, because they're your brothers and will follow the rules. But as long as there are kids here that aren't familiar with us, you should avoid it.

"What if we go skinny dipping, but no sex stuff? I mean my whole diving team is used to being naked in the locker room, and my Scout patrol has already been skinny dipping. All my friends are cool with it. It's just the girls and some guys at school, but I'm sure they'd think it was fun."

"Sorry son, I gotta insist on everyone being clothed or no party."

"Okay, but can some of the guys sleepover? Like Ben and Reece, Cory, maybe Warren and the Scouts and some of my friends?"

"So by some of the guys, you mean all of the guys?" I laughed. "I don't see why not as long as their parents agree and no girls, okay."

"Why would a girl want to be at a sleepover? You're so weird sometimes. Only boys have sleepovers, Dad. Girls have pyjama parties. We don't even wear pyjamas," he shook his head as he got off the couch and ran back upstairs. Yeah, why would girls sleepover, I thought. Wait until he's 14 and he's sneaking girls in to `sleep over.'

He yelled down over the intercom. "Hey Dad! How many people can I invite to the party again?"

"I think 20 is enough," I answered back.

"Okay, so how about 40? That way each person can bring a friend."

"How about 30?"

"How about 40 or I'll tell everyone it's okay to get naked," he said cheekily and I could almost hear him smiling.

"How about if I give you a spanking and send you to bed without supper?" I laughed.

"Oooo, kinky much?" Blake giggled taking me by surprise.

"Where did you learn that?"

"Kyle!" he giggled. "Okay, 30. Thanks Dad...I loooove you!" he sang.

"Love you too," I chuckled as he left the intercom.

I didn't hear anything else for him for the night and when I went to check on him, he was already asleep on top of his bed. He had a list of people that he had written down and I smiled when I saw he had numbered them all and crossed off names and renumbered some after he got to 30. I just left him dressed and pulled the duvet over him. He looked to cute to disturb.

A couple days later, I thought we were under attack as Blake came screaming into the room first thing in the morning. "Dads! You gotta get up!! Look outside!! Come on we gotta go before it's too late."

I bolted out of bed, as did Colin, as we figured maybe the house was on fire. It was barely light outside and I jumped into clothes and almost tripped down the stairs as we ran after Blake figuring speed was of the essence. He raced outside after jumping into his shoes and jacket and we were right behind him thankful that he had warned us of whatever danger was pending.

"Isn't this awesome Dads!! It snowed! Can you believe it? We gotta make a snowman before it all melts!" he said running out into the two centimeters that had formed on the yard. Snow, how bizarre. I think Mother Nature is punking us.

"Jesus, Blake we thought the house was on fire," I said as the cold air woke me up completely.

"Why?" He asked as he began rolling a ball of snow along the ground to make it bigger and bigger. He was right though, if he didn't do it now, by noon the snow would be gone and he would have missed it. No point in letting the opportunity go to waste, so Colin and I quickly headed back inside to wake everyone else and get some warmer clothes. Within a few minutes we were all outside rolling snowballs to make as many snowmen as possible. It might be our only chance all year. By the time we were finished we had a whole family of snowmen and then dressed then up with clothes from around the house. We had the traditional carrots for eyes and rocks for eye and the mouth as well as buttons. Well most of us did. Kyle used his carrot in other places causing Blake to giggle hysterically. Then he got in the act and rolled two smaller snowballs and placed them under the carrot.

"Now he really has snowballs! Get it Dad, snow BALLS!" He giggled and then proceeded to give all the snowmen balls. The guys took pictures of them all and each person stood beside one. Then Troy got hit in the head with a snowball and we turned to see that `Marvin' had created an arsenal of snow weapons. That began an hour of a snowball fight as we raced around the yard from front to back hiding behind anything that would give us shelter and then popping up to attack. By the time we were done, we were pretty much out of snow and went back inside to warm up with some hot chocolate and waffles. The snow had already begun to melt and I was happy to see the end of that. These long snowy winters were killer. Christ the temperature almost dropped below zero. So much for global warming, it was more like a new ice age. By late afternoon rain had begun and washed away what was left of the sub-arctic conditions. I think Blake enjoyed playing outside, mainly because anytime it snows, they close the schools.

That night it was time for his party, and I still didn't know why we were having one, but it was good for him to have friends over. As people begin arriving, Blake was the congenial host and showed the boys to his bedroom to dump their sleeping bags if they were staying over and throw their coats on his bed. His girlfriend arrived and was introduced to everyone along with her six friends. The whole group must have been from an orphanage as they immediately hit the kitchen and ransacked all the snack food laid out on the counter almost before got their shoes off. It was like being inside a tornado fueled by preteens. Reece and Ben arrived and we'd offered to pick them up but they seemed happy taking the bus. Both guys gave Colin and I a hug and it was nice to have them back in the house. Blake was just as excited as he told everyone that they were his brothers who lived at a private school.

"How many brothers do you have?" Calvin asked as the Scouts began showing up. Blake looked at his hands and began counting.

"4," he replied and I smiled to myself. Troy, Kyle, Ben and Reece. "But I'm getting more. My Uncle ordered some from P.E.I. and is just picking them up, so I'll probably have seven."

"Just to clarify, Blake. Those will be your uncle's sons, so they're technically your cousins," I reminded him.

"Right, but they'll be like brothers `cause they'll live here, so it'll be like having seven brothers."

"That's so cool. I wish I had a brother," Calvin said smiling.

"You can come over anytime and play with my brothers," he offered. "I'll introduce you." He took Calvin to meet everyone. Once the majority of the kids had arrived and checked out the house, they raced to the playroom to go wild with the games, and the biggest attraction was the slide from the pool level down to the basement. They charged upstairs, dove into the slide and then raced back upstairs again. I was getting dizzy watching them, so I went about my night with Colin. Kyle had said hi to everyone after being introduced as Blake's big brother. He then took off to spend time with Aaron. `Marvin' was a hit as he and Troy met everyone before heading out for the night. It was just me and Colin to host a billion kids all night. How do I get myself into these things?

Reece strolled into the kitchen where I was putting out more food and cleaning up from the first incursion. "Hey Justin!"

"Hey Reece! Having fun?"

Sure, I love this house. But it's all kids so I figured I'd come talk to you for a bit if that's okay."

"Great, have a seat. How's things at the academy?"

"Awesome. So glad I get to go there. The guys are amazing and it's like a giant family. Only one or two shit heads, but the rest are pretty good. The best part is that you always have someone to hang out with. Not like back in Edmonton where I was kinda alone."

"How's your brother doing?"

"He's still doing drugs. I can hear all the guys when he phones me sometimes, but at least he still remembers to call. No way I'd go back to that life though."

As we talked Kyle walked back in the house and came into the kitchen. "You're back early. I thought you were gonna be out all night with the boyfriends," I smiled.

"I thought so too, but they broke up with me. Said they wanted to just be a couple now and see how it goes," he said casually.

"Dude, I'm so sorry. You were so happy with them."

"No biggie. Once they realize that I'm all kinds of awesome and they miss it, they'll come back. Hey Reece, you spending the night at the sleepover?"

"Yep, that's the plan," he replied.

"Well, if you want some real sleepover fun, come sleep in my bed. Justin, you should come too, it'll be like old times. We can swap body parts all night," he smiled as he came over and kissed me. Not a small peck on the cheek or lips but a full on. Hand around the back of the head, tongue down my throat type kiss. I missed that with Kyle. He was still such an amazing guy.

"Are you sure everyone would be okay with that?" Reece asked. Kyle stopped kissing me, turned to face Reece slid his hand down the front of his pants and groped him.

"I think everyone would be fine with that and you probably need to be Kyled tonight." I think Reece actually let out a low moan. Kyle smiled and removed his hand from Reece's pants. So that's new. Being Kyled...

"Might as well give you a teaser," he said as he took Reece by the hand and pulled him towards the back stairs and disappeared up to his room. Looks like Reece was getting some rebound sex tonight. Kyle gets dumped by two people, comes home with blue balls and Reece was going to be the benefactor. I remember the day where I would have been the benefactor of that kind of horny. Cory ran up and looked at me.

"Justin, when's Jason coming home?"

"Probably next week, buddy."

"That's good `cause I miss him. It's fun with all you guys and Blake and stuff, but he's my big brother and sometimes a guy just needs his bro to talk to."

"Well you know you can always talk to me, right? I look just like Jason."

"I know, but Jason and me have a special brother thing. I can tell him anything and I know he'll never tell anyone. It's like when I have a boy problem and he helps me with it. He's says we can never keep secrets from my Mom, but my Mom says that sometimes it's okay just to have boy talk."

"Well, I'm a boy and I can keep things private too. Blake and I talk like that all the time."

"You do?" He said with his eyes sparking up a little.

"Of course, and because Jason and I grew up together we always shared stuff that we never told our parents. We're the ultimate brothers."

"Cool. So I can talk to you about stuff if I need to?"

"Always."

"I'm not sure if I can right now because Blake is your son and stuff."

"Doesn't matter. I would never tell Blake anything you tell me in private."

"Can we go to another room and talk then?" Cory asked. "Too many kids around here."

I smiled as I looked around at the empty floor. All the `kids', except for Blake were on the lower level of the house at this point.

We went into the media room and closed the door. "There, we're in the soundproof room now."

Cory sat beside me and looked up. "Justin do you like me?"

"I love you buddy. You may be Jason's little brother, but you're mine too."

"I'm worried about life ya know. Things aren't the same as before," he said reflectively as he looked down at the floor as if contemplating something. I tried not to smile as he became all serious.

"What sort of things?"

"Well, Jason is getting some new kids and Blake has a girlfriend and we all might move to another house and I'll never get to see any of you again, and I think if all that happens I might lose Jason and Blake and be all alone."

"Cory, buddy, you will NEVER be alone. You're Blake's best friend and Jason will always think of you as his little brother. Nothing can change that. Plus you have all of us too. Kyle, Troy, me, we're all still here."

"Yeah, but Blake has a girlfriend now and he's acting all weird around her and always talking about her and stuff. He sometimes doesn't even want to do sexy stuff with me anymore `cause he says he's gonna probably marry Melissa once he makes his big move. That's another question I have. How do you make a big move?"

"Not sure," I smiled as I put my arm on his shoulder. "And honestly, I don't think Blake does either. The last big move I heard he was going to do was show her his penis, but that would definitely not be the right thing to do."

"I've already shown Blake my penis, so have I made a big move?"

"No, that's just boys being boys." I stopped instantly and my head started spinning. "Wait, are you trying to make a big move with someone?"

"Maybe," he said shyly and almost blushed.

"Cory, talk to me buddy. What's going through your head?"

"I kinda want Blake to be my boyfriend, but older boys at school say boys don't date other boys. Is it wrong?"

"I think that it's never wrong to love someone. Don't worry about what kids at school say and just live your life. You and Blake are already better friends than most people who date. You share everything, you sleep in the same bed. You aren't shy around each other and are as close as brothers, so what else is there for a relationship?

"Yeah, but I think it's different. When I go home I miss him a lot and I can't wait to get back here. I think I'd like to marry him someday. He even smells great. What if he stops being my friend when he marries Melissa?"

"Trust me Cory, if he does get married eventually, it won't be for a long long time and by then you'll both have had years and years of friendships and experiences together. Right now, just be an eleven year old and have fun. I can promise you, Blake would rather spend time with you than his girlfriend at this point."

"Will Jason still want to be my brother when he gets the new kids?"

"Jason will always want to be your big brother. He'll probably need your help with his new sons when they arrive and I can promise that it'll make the two of you even closer."

"What if we move? Will I still get to sleep over?"

"Are you kidding? Have you met Blake? Do you seriously think he'd allow you and Jason to move to another house and not come over or have you stay here? All you'd have to do is phone him and I'm sure he'd run over to spend the night, just like he comes over to your Mom's house now."

"Cool. Whew, I was so worried. I thought I might die. You're a cool big brother too," Cory said as he threw his arms around me in a big hug. He held on tight and I looked to my right as I saw movement.

"Dude, stop perving on my Dad and let's go swimming. Geez Dad, he's eleven, keep it in your pants. I thought the rules were no sex until we were 16," he smirked.

"Smart ass. Maybe I'll throw you into the pool with your clothes on again," I said as I jumped up. He shrieked and ran out with Cory hot on his heels. I stopped when I got to the door and smiled to myself. I'm pretty good at this whole psycho-babble bullshit. Guess my schooling is paying off. I saw a few kids already in their swim suits coming down from upstairs, so I thought I better head up to make sure things were still age appropriate. As I got into the hallway, several boys were hovering around Kyle's door listening. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know what they were doing as I could hear it halfway down the hall.

"Oh yeah, fuck me harder. Jesus give it to me. Pound the shit of me baby!" I recognized Reece's voice immediately and guessed he was getting `Kyled'. "Shit, I need this so bad."

"Guys," I whispered as I headed down the hall. The boys looked up with big smiles on their faces and large bulges in their pants. I waved at them to move away from the door.

"Someone's getting laid," Warren said. "Lucky chick. Wish I were in there. Looks like I'm gonna be spanking it tonight." The other boys agreed, although I doubted half of them knew what they would be spanking or how to spank it once they found out. They ran off and I paused to listen at the door for a second myself. Kyle was really giving it to him and you could almost hear the force at which he was drilling his partner. I headed to Blake's room to make sure everyone was behaving. Most of the boys were in various stages of changing and just like a locker room, it was no big deal. There wasn't an erection to be seen, so at least this part of the night was progressing properly. I didn't say anything and left them alone and wandered back towards Kyle's room where I entered quietly and walked over to the bed. Kyle looked up and smiled as he had Reece on his back sideways on the bed and legs over his shoulders.

"Came to join us huh? Couldn't resist the temptation to be `Kyled'?"

Reece looked back as his head hung off the bed. "No, I came to tell you to keep it down. You had like half a dozen boys listening to the two of you at the door. One of you is a real screamer."

"Sorry about that. It was just so amazing and I needed more," Reece apologized. "He's like the best sex I've ever had."

"Christ, don't tell him that. He's tough enough to live with now. We don't need to enlarge the doors to fit his head through," I groaned playfully.

"Maybe he just needs something to keep him quiet, like a soother. Since you're here, why don't you whip it out and shove it down his throat. That should keep him quiet," Kyle suggested. I wondered if that meant he was getting Justined? Somehow that doesn't have the same ring to it. I know...he was going to get a Master's class in sex. I stepped up behind Reece's head and opened my pants to fish my cock out. I placed it at Reece's lips and he quickly sucked it in like a Dyson. No loss of suction here. Kyle reached for me and pulled me forward to we could kiss. He was all hot and sweaty and had obviously been going at it for a while. But once his tongue entered me, he picked up the pace and fucked Reece harder again. As he did that Reece sucked on me with more veracity and I quickly shot to full hardness. I took hold of Reece's legs and pulled them back so I could watch Kyle's cock slam in and out of the smooth pink boy hole. Kyle fucked, Reece sucked and I alternated between kissing and watching. Finally Reece grabbed his dick and pounding one out furiously spraying a massive amount of cum all over himself. I took both hands and rubbed it all over his chest like body lotion until it had been absorbed into his skin.

"Fucking hot!" Kyle exclaimed. "Justin turn around and sit on his face and let him rim you."

"I don't do that," Reece said quickly.

"You do tonight. Matter of fact you're gonna learn lots of new things tonight. I'm as horny as a three puckered rabbit and you'll get the benefit of it. Just try it. Get your tongue deep in his hole for a few seconds and I promise, you'll want to rim forever." I turned around and lowered myself over Reece and waited for him to take the next step. Kyle put his hand around my thigh and pulled me down until I was sitting in Reece's face. "Pull your cheeks apart, Justin and let him have good access."

I did as I was told and felt Reece's tongue gingerly touch my hole to test it. Then he did it a second and third time and finally shoved it in as deep as he could. If felt awesome, it just didn't last very long before it was removed. It reappeared after a few seconds as Reece probably processed that it wasn't as bad as expected. He then got to work on my ass like a kitten lapping milk out of a bowl. I could feel him jerking his own cock again and Kyle kept drilling him. I had no idea that Kyle had this kind of stamina. He must have been fucking him nonstop for the better part of half an hour by now. He finally announced he was cumming and slammed Reece quickly for several thrusts as he grunted and sent his seed deep inside. Reece also moaned and I looked around to see him shoot another smaller load. I lifted off his face to give him enough air and decided that was enough for tonight. After all, I still wasn't looking to fool around with others right now, so this had just been a quick stop to quieten the two of them down so they wouldn't attract another crowd. I'm helpful like that, but it wasn't really sex, so I was still keeping to my monogamy. But that rule didn't really apply to people who lived here, just outsiders. I reminded the guys to keep the noise down a little.

"I think we're done for now, so we might come down and go swimming with everyone," Reece said as they separated from each other.

"Okay, but just remember this is a PG party. Clothes only."

"No worries. I need a break before I get `Kyled' again," Reece laughed.

"Oh yeah!" Kyle said victoriously. "The Kyle school of sex resumes in an hour!" Reece got off the bed and headed for the bathroom to clean up. Kyle crawled off and stood in front of me as I pulled up my pants. He put his hands on my shoulders and stared in my eyes.

"I'm single now if you and your husband need a boyfriend. I can audition for the role if you'd like to see how good a boyfriend I can be," he said as he kissed me.

"I know how good you are, buddy. I'm sorry you're single, but knowing you, you won't stay single for long. I'll bet there are a dozen guys you will hook up with at School."

"You know the only guy I really want is you, right?" He smiled after our kiss.

"Awww, I'm flattered." I said grinning.

"I mean it Justin. If anything ever happened between you and Colin, I'd marry you the next day. I love you as much now as I ever have."

"And I love you too. We'll hang out more and do things. I'd really like that."

"Cool. But meanwhile, I might try and get Dickson to be my boyfriend. Would that be okay?"

I felt a bit sick over that one. I couldn't imagine having Dickson over here all the time and not being allowed to do him. At least with Aaron and Jordan, they played with all of us. Dickson seemed to be a one person at a time kind of guy. That might drive me crazy. Good thing I was becoming a psychologist. Physician, heal thyself.

"Sure I guess. That's one boy I still haven't done as I don't think he likes me. Gonna make it tough to have him around knowing he's off limits."

"Ah, that's bullshit. He likes you. Who wouldn't? I'll work on him. Maybe he's just shy and hasn't done group sex before. I'll turn on the Kyle charm and have him begging to get fucked by that big dick. To prove how serious I am; every time you get to have sex with Dickson, you have to have sex with me as payment."

"So you pimp out Dickson and your cut is sex with me?" I chuckled.

"Yep, so you see. You're guaranteed to be fucking him constantly, because you know how much I like sex with you."

"You're incorrigible," I said kissing him.

"Nope, still Caucasian," He giggled and ran off to the bathroom to join Reece. I returned to the great room to find Colin reading.

"A book? You're reading a book? Would you like me to bring you your glasses, slipper and a pipe? Are you getting ready for your next birthday where you're all old and shit?"

"Shut up. Nothing wrong with reading a book once in a while. We can't have sex 24/7 and it's a little crowded down in the pool," he said looking over at the monitor that was watching the kids. I curled up with him and put my head on his shoulder.

"So you gonna read to me? Once upon a time there was a billionaire stud who had the hottest sexiest husband on the entire planet," I said being as cheesy and as seductive as possible.

"Oh my god, it's not a fantasy book," Colin said straight faced.

"Bitch!" I laughed pushing him. He put his arm around me as we kissed.

"You smell like papaya lip balm. You been making out with Kyle?"

"Very good Yoda." We all had our favorite lip flavours. Mine was vanilla and Kyle liked papaya. Colin loved Cherry. You'd think I'd like cherry since I'd popped so many of them. I'm so funny, right?

He kept his arm around me and went back to his book as I snuggled against him and watched the kids on the monitor. So far it was a normal party where everyone behaved like kids. Blake was paying attention to everyone like a good host, and the boys were mixing well with the girls, although it was a 3 boys to 1 girl ratio. I think everyone was having a good time. I went downstairs with drinks and snacks for everyone and they all thanked me. I went down to the playroom to check on things there and it was just as tame. People playing pool and foozball as well as playing video games. I walked back up just in time to see Blake and Ben enter the foam room. I did another round of the pool and went to check on the bubbles just in case they forgot to turn them off as usual. I opened the door and couldn't see anything as it was floor to ceiling with foam. I turned it off.

"Blake, are you in here?" I asked to give him a bit of a warning.

"Shhhh, take it out. Take it out," I heard Blake whisper. "I'm just using the bathroom Dad," he yelled out.

"Okay, but remember what I told you. Clothes stay on at this party ok?"

"Yeah, I remember, but I have to take my penis out to pee, Dad," he said trying to sound innocent.

"You need me to turn on the water to wash the bubbles away so you can see what you're doing?" I said smiling to myself.

"NO! It's all good Dad. I'm almost done," he yelled and then whispered. "Wait here, I'll get rid of him."

He wandered over into my line of sight and looked up at me smiling. "All done!" He said.

"You know I can still here you, even when you whisper, right?" I whispered as I put my hand on his shoulder. "I think you should wait and play with Ben once your guests have left, okay."

"Sorry Dad," he said.

"You'll get rid of me?" I questioned.

"Figure of speech," he replied.

"Keep your pants on boys," I said louder so that Ben knew I was talking to him as well. "I'll wait outside for both of you."

I went back onto the deck and realized I was now fully clothed and covered in bubbles. When the boys came out they were only in their shorts and looked like they had just come out of a washing machine. They didn't acknowledge me as they snuck past and hit the deck shower. As the night got later, and I'm talking 12 year old later, so 9pm, a few parents came to pick up the kids that weren't spending the night. Blake walked his girlfriend out to the car bounced back in to hang with the rest of his friends. I thought he might have got a goodnight kiss or something from her, but it turns out he was excited because now he could go skinny dipping. One at a time all the boys removed their shorts and were playing around naked. That lasted about an hour before they all ran up to his room in towels. From there I have no idea what happened as I let them have their night, but from the noise coming from the room, it went well past midnight. Reece spent the night in Kyle's room and I'm sure they didn't do much sleeping.

In the morning, after everyone left, except Ben and Reece, we had a family outing to the store, where we went straight into the kids section to begin the renovations for the boy's room. Blake and Cory were our testers as we looked at beds. We found the perfect one. It was like a fort and there were steps up on the side to get to the top bed. The bottom bed could be pulled out so the boys could see each other, and pushed back to look like normal bunk beds if they wanted. There was also a matching double bed that could be placed separately. All three beds could be redesigned as the boys got older to be completely separate from each other. We found Star Wars sheets and cover for James, and Spongebob and Pokemon for the twins. Then we went on a bit of a spending spree for toys, video games, clothes and pretty much everything else in the store. We had to have sales help to get it all in the SUV and had to make several trips. By the time we got it all loaded into the house and began to work on the room, we were really into it. Troy and Marvin' had joined us and it was a full team effort. I felt like we were in an edition of Extreme Makeover Bedroom Edition. We even did some wallpaper to make the room look like a forest. This was a cool room and I was pretty sure the boys would love it. We decided to christen it by all sleeping in it that night. Troy & Marvin' hit the top bunk. Cory, Blake and Ben dragged their sleeping bags in and slept on the floor. Kyle and Reece slept in the bottom bed, leaving Colin, Kyle and I in the double bed together. It was a family sleepover and we talked and told jokes for a while before deciding to call it a night.

About 10 minutes after we went quiet, Blake giggled and climbed into bed beside me to whisper to us. "Troy and `Marvin' are doing sexy stuff. I can hear them."

"Shhhh, and go back to sleep," I whispered back. "Remember, we can hear you even when you whisper."

"Can't. My penis is sticking up. Can I go watch?"

"No, go to sleep or go to the bathroom and take care of your problem," I said quietly. He giggled again and climbed over both of us to run the bathroom. I didn't even bother to ask why he just didn't get out the way he came. He returned less than two minutes later, climbed back over us and then dropped back to the sleeping bags on the floor.

"That's better. Good night Dad."

"'Night Blake," I said leaning down to give him a kiss on the forehead.

In the morning we finished the room and stood back to admire our handiwork. It was awesome and we were all pretty proud of ourselves. Blake asked if he could stay in the room and sort out all the toys for the boys, which of course we were happy to let him do.

Kyle took Blake and Ben home and said he'd be late. Troy & `Marvin' said they were meeting J.P. & Ryan to go to the movies. It was just Colin and I alone with Blake in the house and it kinda felt nice. Around lunch time, I went to check on Blake as we hadn't heard from him. He was playing in the new room.

"What you up to buddy?" I asked as I entered the room.

"Making sure all the toys are okay for the new kids. We want them all to be in good working order," he said doing his due diligence.

"Sounds like a good plan. How's it going?" I said looking around the room and trying hard not to laugh. He basically had used every toy in the place and was obviously in his own world.

"Great. So far it's all good."

"Nice. We're having lunch if you want to come down."

"What are we having?"

"Grilled cheese and chicken noodle soup," I smiled.

"OH! That's my favorite! I'll be right there," he said with great excitement and stood up to jump on my back for a ride downstairs. Apparently I'm public transit now. Colin was in the kitchen already as I dumped Blake down and went to the stove were he followed and then just stood looking at me. He crossed his arms and looked up at me with a frown. "Justin...we have a problem!"

"What problem?" I said looking down at him and then at the food assuming we had forgotten something.

"In the new kid's room. We don't have any books. We need books and they need stuff with their names on it. What was their names again?"

"Travis, Trevor and James."

"Dad, we gotta get them stuff to read."

"The twins are 3. They can't read so no worry buddy."

"Daaad! It's not for them. At night we have to read to them. That's important for little kids."

I smiled and agreed. We made a trip to the book store after lunch to buy dozens of books that Blake thought would be good to read to three year olds. We also got a name plate for each of them and backpacks with their names on it as well, which seemed to satisfy Blake's requirements. We also stopped by the Vancouver Canucks store and got jerseys with their names on as well. Of course we had to get Blake as he said his was getting too small. He then insisted we get Cory one so he wouldn't feel left out.

The next couple of days were anxious ones as we waited for Jason & Alex to return with their sons. I had made sure Colin was going to be okay with more kids around, and he seemed to be the most excited of all of us.

"I kinda want babies of our own one day," he admitted.

"Okay, but if you're gonna get me pregnant, I don't want stretch marks afterward. Wanna go and see if we can conceive?"

"Hell yeah!" He laughed as we raced upstairs holding hands. He almost ripped my clothes off and we made out for the better part of two hours. If I don't get pregnant from him cumming in me three times in a row, I guess we'll have to do it again tomorrow and the day after and the day after. All I know is that this is going to be the fun part of making a baby. It was only 24 hours to the arrival of Jason, Alex and the boys. I wondered what was in store now. With all of us being so busy already, I can't imagine how three more kids would change our lives. I think Blake was feeling it too as he appeared to be sticking close including sleeping in our bed.

End of Chapter.

So many things going on. How does Justin keep up with it all? I don't think he has time to think about it with the arrival of the twins, Colin's birthday coming up, University and of course his criminal charges with Damian. How much more could he go through? Find out soon as the story continues. Perhaps we hire a nanny for the kids and the boys get back to the Q, the Slam'r and the Cell'r. Not to mention trying get laid by every cute boy in Vancouver. Comments always welcome at outinwest@gmail.com.