The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

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Chapter 180

The next morning, I strolled into Blake's room and sat on the side of the bed to wake him up. I stroked his hair as I eased him awake. He rolled to his side. "Hi Dad. What's up?" He asked sleepily. "You having a bad dream or something?"

I smiled. "No. It's time to get up."

He moaned and put his head deeper into the pillow. "Already? Just a few more hours, okay? I can miss a half day of school. No one would care."

"You will when your brain is underdeveloped from lack of education. Come on. I'll start the shower for you."

"God! Aren't there laws about child abuse?" He complained as he rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I followed to get the shower going. He took his morning pee looked at himself in the mirror. "See how early it is? I have bags under my eyes."

"You'll live. I'll even help you in the shower since you're so sleepy," I offered.

He turned to look at me through half open eyes. "Why? What are you up to?"

"Nothing. I just thought you might like to shower together. I can leave if you'd prefer to be alone."

"No. It's cool. I just wondered what was going on because you don't normally come shower with me on a morning."

"I was trying to be nice," I smiled as I grabbed the soap and began to wash his back as he stood there letting the warm water wake him up.

"I like it when you're nice," he admitted with a smile, then turned around to hand me the shampoo bottle. I swapped him for the soap, and squirted shampoo onto his head. He washed his front while I did his hair. I smiled when I saw that despite peeing away his morning wood, it had returned in full force. I'm guessing this would be his usual time to take care of it, and I was throwing off his whole morning routine.

He turned again to rinse the soap and shampoo off himself, before resting his head on the wall. Now I know what takes him so long in the shower. I think he went back to sleep. I leaned in against him and as a soon as my body touched his, he moaned and pushed his ass back against my crotch.

"Someone's horny," I said as I reached around and tweaked a nipple.

"Dad. I'm 14, and you just woke me up. Most mornings I wake up wishing I could sit on Pinocchio's face and make him lie."

I laughed as I pictured it and ran my hand down his crack, tapping a finger at his hole, which got another moan and wiggle from him.

"Okay, now I know something's going on. Did someone die or something?" Blake questioned.

If he only knew that it was exactly the opposite. "Why would someone have to die before I could shower with you?"

"Ummm...because you're playing with my ass, making me all crazy horny. You never try to have sex with me unless I trick you into it first. So, I figure something's going on or you wouldn't be so nice to me."

"I'm always nice to you," I reasoned.

"But not sex nice. That's a whole different level of nice."

"I can stop if you like," I suggested. "We should be going down for breakfast anyway."

"No, it's okay. I like long showers."

"Said every teenage boy, ever."

"How about we take care of this erection so you can get it into a pair of pants? Then breakfast," I suggested, reaching around to take hold of it. He put his head back on the wall and let me play with him. It didn't take too much encouragement before he was emptying himself all over the tiles on the wall, and almost collapsed against them.

"Do you need a blowjob?" he asked turning around to look at me.

"No. I'll save it for later."

"We're gonna do it later?" He grinned as he hugged me.

"Who said it would be with you? Maybe I need to give it to Darcy or Sienna."

He laughed. "Right. I'd pay to see you fuck a chick, Dad. Just for the record, Sienna likes you, so she probably would let you. She already asked if I got my big dick from you." I let him finish in the bathroom and returned to my room.

Colin was already in our shower when I went in to brush my teeth. "Where'd you go?" He asked.

"To wake Blake up. I tossed him in the shower as he was being a little hesitant to get up today. He may act grown up, but he's still a kid. Plus, he still enjoys having his hair washed."

"Well, you do give good scalp massages," Colin complimented. "Trying to soften him up for our talk tonight?"

Strange choice of words. I'd softened him up alright, but not the way he meant. "It's going to be a lot for him to deal with, so I thought a nice start to the day might be in order."

"You know, I've dealt with tons of stuff in my life so far, but I think this will be by far one of the toughest to deal with. I mean eventually it'll have been for the best, but today is going to suck," Colin commented.

"Isn't that the truth. I couldn't sleep last night for thinking about it," I admitted.

We both agreed on that point, and tried to act normal as we went down for breakfast. Blake was already there with Ben and J.P., and smiled at us.' Colin and I knew that smile probably wasn't going to last.

"Wanna hear a joke?" He asked, sitting at the table already shoveling food in his face. "What's the difference between two dicks and a joke? I can't take a joke," he laughed.

"I'm not so sure if that's more of a joke or the sad truth," J.P. commented. Blake ignored him.

"What's the difference between a genealogist and a gynecologist?" Blake continued.

"No idea," Colin said to humour him.

"One looks up the family tree, the other looks up the family bush."

"What's the difference between a garbanzo bean and a chickpea?" J.P. said getting in on the joke fest that seems to have broken out. "I've never had a garbanzo bean on my face."

"Gross," Blake chuckled.

I figured I had a good one, so it was my turn next. "Did you know that in Canada, you're far more likely to die from getting kicked by a moose then you are to die in a terrorist attack?" I shook my head in thoughtful reflection as I paused. "God damn moose limbs."

The day seemed to drag at times, and go faster than I would like at other times, like someone was deliberately messing with the timeline. Nate asked me what was wrong as we sat in class. He said I wasn't as focused as usual.

"I'm focused," I replied the second time he said something at lunch.

"Really? You haven't drooled once over those two guys over there who are obviously boyfriends. Normally, you would have gotten their number and taken measurements by now."

"I'm maturing," I responded, looking to see who he was referring to.

"Sure you are. You're like a million miles away today."

"Just something that I've got to deal with later and I'm trying to plan it all out in my head."

"Anything I can do to help? Would you like to talk about it?"

He seemed to be learning a lot from our psychology classes.

"No. Thanks, though." My head was already filling up fast with all the things we needed to deal with. I've made such a mess of this, that just one slip up on any of about 50 points, could bring this whole house of cards crashing down around me. Technically, I hadn't done anything wrong, I'd just made the water so muddy, it was more like quicksand, and the more I thrashed around, the deeper I was sinking.

I got home first and wondered if a pitcher of margaritas would help. I mean at the very least, how could it hurt? Colin and I had arranged to talk to everyone before dinner while Blake was still out. We told them it was an urgent family situation, and I was almost having trouble breathing when we all gathered. Once everyone was there, Colin looked at me, so I assumed that meant I should start. After all, I'm the professional advice giver guy. It'll say so on the business cards I was still designing. I was thinking of going back to something simple like `Justin. All knowing.' Then my phone number.

"How do I start?" I said looking around the room.

"Can I ask a question first?" Troy said raising his hand as if we were in school.

"Sure."

"Is this a bad thing or a good thing? I mean are you gonna tell us that you and Colin are divorcing or something?"

"No, nothing like that. Why is that always the go to question? I think the best explanation is that in the long run it's a good thing, but in the short term we're going to have to be careful what we do, and help Blake when we see he's struggling."

"God, what's happened?" Kyle asked.

"I'll start at the beginning and try to be as quick as I can. Basically, the big news is that Blake's little brother John, who we all believed had died in the fire with the rest of his family, is still alive."

"Oh my god!" Ben said, gasping audibly. If it wasn't such huge news, I'd have called him a drama queen. "Does he know?"

"Not yet. It has taken time to verify that the boy we found, who is now 10 years old, was indeed John. It has been confirmed. He's living with a foster family, because after the trauma he went through he is repressing those memories, which in turn has stopped him from remembering anything prior to that night. That includes knowing he has a big brother. The family he's living with wants to adopt him, as he's been there for the same length of time that Blake's been with us...just over three years."

"Are they going to adopt him?" Jason asked.

"No. We've stopped that. We believe that John should live here with his brother. It's going to be an uphill fight as the Campbells, the family he's with, are homophobic."

"Terrific," Chance said shaking his head. "Q Force Assemble!" He said throwing a fist into the air, crossing his arms at the wrist.

"It gets better. They don't want John, or Jimmy as they call him, living with a homosexual agenda. Don't get me started on that, but the ministry has assured us that they have no grounds to block his placement on that criteria. However, they suggested that we all tread carefully with our lifestyle and try to limit anything that may negatively affect us in court."

"There goes 90% of your life," Ben laughed.

"If the Campbells hire a private investigator to dig up dirt on us, we want to make sure he doesn't find anything that may cause the court to reject our application," Colin added.

"What sort of things, exactly?" Troy asked. "Like dating boys and stuff?"

"No. That wouldn't be a criterion. I see it more as things that the Campbells could use to prove we were unfit parents. We should limit anything sexual to private areas, like bedrooms and ensure the windows are closed so no one can take pictures. The glass is all protected against seeing in as long as it's closed. Avoid the pot garden, even though it's legal," I explained as thoroughly as I could.

"We can make sure it's locked off for now to prevent access to just anyone. That way if someone snuck in to take a picture, we'd show we were being responsible," Colin suggested. "I suggest we all go through our social media accounts and remove anything that may be overly revealing."

"There's goes my birthday orgy from last year," Troy laughed. "And my long weekend orgy of last weekend. And my orgy from Valentine's day. And my..."

"We get it...you have orgies," Kyle chuckled.

"That will be my entire posting history for the past two years," Chance added.

"If there's stuff like that from inside the house, it might be advisable to remove it for now, or at least restrict access to it. Obviously, any investigator would be looking more at Colin and myself as parents, so we'll have to be the one to be the most cautious about what we do."

"Shit! That's gonna kill you," Alex joked. "You better get ready Colin, you might get pre-marriage levels of sex again, or maybe Justin will have so much free time he'll become an Olympic calibre athlete at some sport."

"Sounds like we'll all have to make a few adjustments," Colin replied putting his arm around me.

"How is Blake going to deal with this?" J.P. asked.

"We don't know. We wanted to tell all of you first, and keep it to yourselves until we talk to him. Once we do, he might need a lot of support to deal with it. It could be the biggest shock to his system since the tragedy that separated them."

"Poor kid. Damn, this is going to be an emotional rollercoaster. What happens next?"

After we tell Blake and let him have time to process it, we'll arrange for the boys to meet and see how it goes. From there, our hope is to eventually transition John to live here. We have no idea how that will go, especially if the Campbells fight us. They're extremely homophobic, as I mentioned."

"You might want to tell them about the other issue," Colin reminded me. "How you found John."

"There's more?" Ben asked raising his eyes. "Am I too young to start drinking and shooting up?"

"Yeah, about that. That abbreviated version is that I went with some older guy to a cabin in the woods."

"Said the start of every serial killer movie, ever!" Chance laughed, getting fist bumped from Kyle.

"I met his nephew there and we were used as subs for several guys that weekend. The nephew turned out to be the Campbell's real son. At the end of the weekend, the guy, Steve, brought his youngest nephew John, to the cabin to hang out. I immediately saw the resemblance to Blake in the kid, and that's when I started looking into it. I thought he might be a distant relative, or that he just bore a stunning resemblance to a younger Blake."

"He brought John up to the cabin to have sex with?" Troy asked.

"No. The sex was over by then, and all the older guys had left. Steve just let John hang out with us and swim in the lake."

"Wait..." Kyle said frowning slightly. "I'm losing track of this. The Campbells are the homophobic parents who have custody of John right now?"

"Yes," I replied.

"And their son, and his Uncle, fool around with others in a cabin in the woods, and that's where you met?"

"Exactly."

"I'm guessing the Campbells don't know that their son is gay."

"Exactly. They have no clue. Oh, and that 16 year old kid is Layne."

"Oh snap! Are you fucking serious?" Chance said sitting back. "How? How the hell? Hasn't Blake had sex with him?"

"Yes. That's a whole other problem that we'll have to deal with."

"Shit," Troy said causing us to look at him. "I've had sex with Layne. He was sitting in the sauna by himself all horny and sexy, so I fucked him. I had no idea."

"It's not a problem, it just means we have to be careful until we get this all resolved," Colin assured him.

"Only you could make a complicated situation more complicated," Kyle said shaking his head with a thin smile on his face.

"Oh, it gets better," I replied.

"There's more?" Ben ask incredulously. "Jesus."

"Blake has been over to Layne's house, AND he's been used by the Uncle too. Fortunately, and thankfully, Jimmy wasn't around, or that could have gone sideways really fast."

"I think my head is going to explode," J.P. said. "I'm sure glad I'm not you. You're worried about us having stuff the investigator could find? Damn, if just one of them talks, it's worse than anything else we could ever do."

"I'm aware of that. After we tell Blake, I'm going to go see Layne and explain it all to him. I honestly never thought John...Jimmy...was Blake's brother, so I just stuck with it until I could find out for sure. Unfortunately, it ended up with me having a lot more personal interaction with them than I probably should have."

"Your definition of a lot more personal interaction is a bit understated," Jason added. "Are you going to explain all this to Blake after you tell him his brother is actually alive?"

"I'll have to. Jimmy and Layne spend about six months a year living with their Uncle while their parents travel and have never revealed their activities, and certainly don't mention sex. I'm hoping that Layne can deal with it from his end and convince Jimmy and Steve to keep this a secret too, then pretend they don't know any of us. Blake will have to be on board as well. Once they've met a few times, it'll be easier."

"Somehow, I can't see this being easier, but we're hopeful," Colin added. "We're a little worried what Jimmy might do when he's told he has to move away from the only family he remembers. If he has a freak out, he may try to use everything he's been keeping secret."

"The only thing that might prevent that is Jimmy really enjoys spending time at his Uncle's place. He has a lot more freedom there, as the Campbells are very strict when they're at the other house."

"When are you telling Blake?" Ben inquired.

"Tonight, after dinner," Colin said quickly. "It's best if we do it right away. Then Justin will go see Layne and get it all out in the open before anything can blow up around us."

"Wow! Are you sure you two aren't getting a divorce? I could probably handle that easier?" Troy said taking a deep breath. "I can't speak for everyone, but whatever you need, I'm here for you guys, and Blake, of course."

"Thanks," I said smiling. The others also agreed that they would do whatever we needed and would brace for the announcement to Blake. We talked about more of the events that had led up to this moment, and the consensus seemed to be that I probably should have cut ties with Layne once I started checking into Jimmy. Hindsight is always clearer than the path forward. I just hope there aren't too many foggy spots or giant gaps in that path. The guys gave Colin and I hugs to show support.

Dinner was tense and Blake seemed to pick up on it as he asked why everyone was acting so weird. We tried to deflect the question by having him talk about his day and what was new at school. It worked for a bit until dinner was over, then everyone disappeared in different directions as if a tornado was approaching.

"Blake, we need to talk to you," Colin said to him as we finished up in the kitchen.

"I knew something was up. Everyone is acting weird. Just remember though, before you say anything, I have the right to remain silent until I have my lawyer present," he said quickly.

"You don't have a lawyer," I said smiling at him.

"Yeah, but I can get one fast. What's up?" He said suspiciously as he looked at us.

"Let's go into the living room," Colin said leading the way.

"Oh shit! I'm really in trouble for something aren't I? If I broke something, I'll get it fixed, I promise," Blake said looking at us nervously as we sat on either side of him on the couch.

"No, nothing like that," Colin assured him.

"Did someone die?" He asked next trying to read our faces. "Was I right this morning about why you were being nice to me in the shower?"

"No. We wanted to talk to you about something serious," I replied.

He looked at both of us and the panicked look on his face was instant. "Oh god," he said as he eyes welled up with the beginning of tears. "Are you guys getting divorced? Is it because of me? I promise I'll behave."

Seriously, why is that everyone's first thought? I put my arm around him. "No, we're not getting divorced. And I doubt you'd behave anyway. You're a little neurotic, you know that? This is something else entirely. Hopefully something positive in the end."

"Do you know what P.T.S.D. is?" Colin asked as I kept my arm around Blake.

"Sure. It's Possible Time Sensitive Disease, where your head is all messed up from something that happened to you," he said confidently.

"Close," Colin smiled. "It stands for post traumatic stress disorder. It's where something very traumatic happens in your life and your brain can't handle it so it shuts down for a while to deal with it."

"Like when you guys say `Blake, sit down, we need to talk to you,'" he said in a deep voice, trying to mimic us.

Colin laughed. "Not exactly. Unless you're guilty of something, that is."

"Nope, not me," he replied with that look that said he probably was, we just hadn't figured it out yet.

"It's usually something more serious. Like when you first came to us, you didn't speak for a while. Then as you began to deal with things, you got back to being yourself again. That's P.T.S.D."

"So I had that?" Blake asked with wide eyes. "Am I cured? Or is this why you're talking to me? Am I gonna die or something?" He asked sounding panicked again. When did he get so paranoid about things? Oh my god, does he get that from me? Am I contagious? Should I get vaccinated? I took a deep breath to relax as Colin continued.

"No. No. Nothing like that," he assured him. This was going well so far... "We just wanted to make sure you knew what that symptom was as we have something to tell you, and we're not sure how you're going to respond. We're still not sure how to deal with it yet."

"What? You guys are kinda freaking me out. Do you have it? What's going on? Does someone else have it and their brain is gone?"

"I'm gonna show you a picture and I want you to tell me if you recognize him," Colin said as he picked up the iPad. I still wasn't sure that this was the right approach, but of all the scenarios we'd discussed this seemed the easiest ice breaker into the situation.

Blake shrugged as Colin loaded up the picture and handed the tablet over. Blake looked at it for a second and shook his head. "No."

"Take another look Blake. A long look please and concentrate," Colin said again.

We watched as Blake's face changed. First from one of unfamiliarity to uncertainty, then confusion, and finally tears. He looked at both of us. "He kinda looks like my little brother John, but older."

I put my arm around him as he zoomed in on the picture and wiped his eyes.

"He even has green eyes like John and me. I'm sorry for crying. I just miss him. Who is it? Why are you showing it to me?"

Colin and I now both had tears in our eyes as well. This was brutal to deal with. Colin nodded slowly. "It is John. It's your brother."

He looked at us confused, as the 14-year-old left him, and the little kid returned. "How did you get this? Did heaven send you a picture? Do you have some of Mom, Dad and Jennifer too? I don't get it."

"Blake. This isn't a picture from heaven. We recently found out that John's not dead. He's alive, and living with a foster family. He's now 10 years old," Colin explained as I hugged Blake tighter.

There was a long silence as Blake looked at us trying to process what we had just revealed to him. If there was ever a time for a mind to shut down while it dealt with information, this would be one of those times.

"He's not dead? I don't get it. Is everyone else alive too?"

We explained the story the best we could, allowing him to take the information at a speed he could handle. I left out the part about Layne for now, and simply revealed that I'd met Jimmy, thought he looked a lot like Blake, and investigated. Then we told him about getting DNA to make absolutely sure before we said anything.

"Does he know about me?"

"No. That's the P.T.S.D. part of all this. He goes by the name Jimmy as he can't remember his real name. He's now been told his name is John, but he's been going by Jimmy for three years, so he may not comprehend that yet. He had no idea of his last name either, so child services gave him the name of the foster family he's living with, so they would have something to call him. He currently goes by Jimmy Campbell."

"Would he know me if he saw me?" Blake asked, as he tried to process this the best he could. "Should we go over there now? I can tell him who I am."

"We don't know if he'll know you or not. We'd like to find out by showing him lots of pictures of you first to ease him into this. To do it too fast might make thing worse, and he'd never get his memory back."

"Could that happen? You mean he might never remember me?" Blake said wiping tears from his eyes and staring at us.

"We hope he will, but no one knows, Blake. If he doesn't regain his memory right away, that's where we'd need you to be the adult you are, and just ease him into it when you meet face to face. He may need time to let his brain identify you and figure it out. If you just blurt everything out at once, especially the tragedy that separated you, he may shut down entirely. Right now, he's doing well, just without any recollection of what happened that night, or any time previous. It's also just as possible that he'll see you and instantly know who you are, and the emotions will be even more overwhelming for him than they are for you. This isn't going to be easy, no matter what happens. It's going to take time, perhaps years before he's the little brother you remember."

"I think I can handle it. Is it really John, though? Do they have any pictures of him from when he was younger? Like when they first got him?"

"They do," Colin said as he flipped to the ones from three years ago.

Blake began to cry hard and nodded. "That's John," he confirmed. I held him tight and Colin moved up to the other side. "God looked after him, didn't he?"

Sure, let's go with that if it makes him feel better. That would be the same God that wiped out the rest of his family and two others. That God? "I think it's truly amazing that we found him and he's alive. There was another young boy sleeping in your house, and it appears that somehow, John got out during the fire and wandered away. We're assuming he became traumatised and lost any recollection of who he was or where he was from. He still has no idea."

"Who was the other boy in my house then?"

"We think your parents had a friend of John's and her mother over for the night, and he was in your bed. When they found your family, they just assumed the boy upstairs was John."

Blake wiped away the tears from his eyes. "When can I see him? He's been alone all this time as a foster kid, while I've been here. It's not fair, Dads."

"We know. There's a lot more to this story, but for now we needed to tell you what we know and work on setting up a time for you two to get together. Blake, it's very likely John won't know you at first. I hope you can prepare yourself for that," I said quietly.

"I just want to see him Dad. It won't really be real until I see him in person."

"How are you feeling at the moment?" I asked concerned for him.

"I dunno. Part of me wants to throw up thinking of him all alone out there without me to look after him all this time, and part of me wants to cry. Another part is freaking out that he's alive and I just wanna hug him tight and tell him that I'll never leave him again."

"All of those are good emotions Blake, and Colin and I will be here to help you work through each one of them. I want you to know though that John hasn't been alone. He's been with the same family this whole time and they've been treating him as their own son. They had even planned on adopting him, until they found out about you."

"So now they don't want him anymore?" Blake sniffed hard.

"They do, but it's more complicated now. We want him here with us, so you boys can be together. The Campbells are just as eager to have you with them, so you boys can be together over there."

He turned to look at us. "You mean they'd want me to live with them and not you?"

"That's what they offered, but we don't agree," Colin said quickly. "We're your real family. They're a foster family, but it's complicated because John doesn't know about his past. All he knows are the Campbells. We're sure that if he remembers you, he wouldn't hesitate to live here."

"We have to go there right now and get him. Please don't let him suffer any more. Please!" He begged.

"Blake, I can assure you he's not suffering. He's actually doing very well. He's been told about his real name and that he has a big brother, but so far he hasn't remembered anything. It'll be a slow process Blake."

"Can I go to my room, please?" Blake asked suddenly, standing up.

"Of course," I replied.

"Can I take those pictures with me?"

Colin handed him the tablet and he raced out of the living room and up the back stairs. Colin and I looked at each other. "Now what?" Colin asked.

"Let him have some space to deal with it, and then we'll go talk to him and offer support. He's gonna need time to process this at his own speed."

We listened carefully for any outbursts or strong reactions, but Blake had gone very silent in his room. Colin and I went to check on him about an hour later, and found him lying on his bed, obviously having been crying for a while. "I wanna be alone right now, please Dads. I made a call to God to ask him to get a hold of my parents, and I'm waiting for him to call back."

I wonder if he knows that's not how that actually works, but I didn't say anything. How do kids that age call God anyway? Is `hey Siri, call God,' a thing? If he believed, then I'd support it for now. "You know where we are if you need us, honey," I said as I rubbed his hair and leaned in to give him a kiss. Colin did the same thing.

Just as we went to leave Blake quietly spoke. "If I can't see him right away, can I get more pictures? I wanna see that he was okay for the past three years. He needs me Dad."

"We'll ask the Campbells for others. I also promise that we'll get you two together in person as fast as possible. They're just trying to make sure he can handle it too."

"I need to make sure he's okay. He's still my little brother. It's supposed to be my job to look after him. I guess I didn't do good at that, did I?"

"You had no idea that he wasn't with the rest of your family. There's no way you could have known he needed your help, Blake. None of us did," Colin said placing his hand on Blake's back as we sat on his bed next to him.

"Does he live with other kids in his foster home? I know there were kids in the home I was in before you guys bought me."

I laughed gently. "We didn't buy you, Blake. You came here because we're family."

"I know, but it's kinda like they sell kids to people from foster homes. All of us kinda had to be on our best behaviour when someone visited to pick one they liked. Then the kid would go off to see if they get along with each other. Do you think John had to go through that?"

"No. John was put with a family who loved him right from day one," I replied. I left out the anti-gay brainwashing part, as I figured he didn't need to know that.

"But now I can adopt him, right? I mean he's my little brother, so he kinda belongs to me anyway."

Not sure that's how it works, but he wasn't technically wrong in the big picture of things. "That's what we're hoping for Blake, but what's important is that John not go through any more trauma. That's why we're telling you about all this. If you can help him get his memory back, he can regain the first seven years of his life."

"I can do that. I can tell him about all the things we used to do together. That should help, shouldn't it?"

"I don't think it would hurt," I admitted. "But slowly. If you throw everything at him at once it's like trying to stuff 20 gigs of data into a 5 gig drive. It'll overload him."

"That makes sense. His brain is kinda broken and doesn't have room for everything, right?"

"Right."

"Can I be alone now? I'm not feeling very good. I think I'm probably gonna throw up."

"Would you like to sleep with us tonight?" Colin offered.

"I just wanna be alone," he said wiping his nose and sniffing.

"Sure," I said giving him another kiss before we left.

When we checked on him an hour later, he was asleep on top of his bed. The pillow was wet and his nose was running. The iPad was still in his hand. I wanted to clean him up, but we thought it best just to leave him for now. He never came in to join us during the night, so we went to check on him as soon as we awoke. He was still lying in bed, although now he was under the covers.

"I don't wanna go to school today," Blake said as we sat beside him on the bed. "I don't feel like I could handle it."

"I think under the circumstances, that'll be okay, but you shouldn't be alone. How about I stay with you?" I offered. "Maybe you could share some stories with me about the things that you and John used to do when you were kids."

"Sure. I could do that, I think. It might help for when I see John and can tell him too."

"If you want to stay in bed a bit longer, that's okay, but don't stay in here all day. It'll make you feel better if you get up and get some fresh air."

"I won't stay in bed all day. I'll have to eat and pee at some point," he reasoned.

"I think we should all stay home today," Colin offered. "Just spend time as a family."

"Good idea," I nodded.

There was still another conversation I wasn't looking forward to, but I needed to do it before we told Blake about Layne and his Uncle Steve being part of this. Kill me now! We brought Blake some breakfast up to his room as he wasn't making any effort to get up. Colin called the school to excuse him. We contacted Colleen to let her know we'd told him, and also to ask if she could get additional pictures from the Campbells to help Blake realize that he'd been well looked after.

Blake appeared downstairs just before lunch, and came to sit with us. He cuddled into both of us and all I wanted to do was hold him to make everything alright. Blake slowly began to reveal memories he had of John when he was younger. He said he John used to sneak out of his room at night sometimes and crawl in with him because he was scared. It was also important for him to bring along his teddy bear so that all three of them would be safe. I could already picture it in my head. He said that he always helped John make sandwiches or pour the milk for his cereal. The conversations went like that for hours. Each time he thought of something, it would remind him of something else, and by the time he was finished, he was emotionally exhausted and asked to be excused to go have a nap. Who could blame him? He'd relived seven years in just a few hours.

When we checked on him later, he was back looking through the pictures on the tablet. It was now more important than ever for us to move this process forward faster, not just for Blake and John's sake, but for all of us. We let the rest of the day proceed as normal and he was pretty quiet for the rest of the night. He didn't even interact with everyone at dinner, and no one tried to force conversation with him. I think Jason and Alex's hearts were in the right place when they sent James, Travis and Trevor over to play with him, but that only seemed to make it worse. I guess he saw them as his little brother's as well and the emotions were just too much for him to handle. He went to bed early.

The next day, I think he was so emotionally drained that he got up early, had breakfast and went off to school without much in the way of conversation. I have a feeling that school my actually help take his mind off this for some of the day.

I knew that the next thing to do would be to try and clean up the mess I'd created by meeting Layne and Steve in person. I figured it was best to start with Layne and make an ally of him first before anything else. I'm pretty sure that he won't run and tell his parents anything. He's trying to keep the fact he's gay, about as secret as I'm trying to keep the secret of knowing Jimmy. In my head I was pretty sure that Steve would also be an ally, but I had no doubt it was going to cost me something to get him on board, and by something, I meant my ass...probably...at least.

I was planning in my head how to talk to Layne when I my phone almost scared the crap out of me as a text came in from him, as if he'd heard me thinking about him. It simply said: `We need to talk...911'

I immediately wondered if somehow the beans had just been spilled, but I calmly texted back. `wats up?'

`in person please. I'm free at 1.'

`ok.'

I picked him up outside his school after lunch. "What's going on?"

"Not here. Can we go someplace private?"

I smiled to myself. "I have the perfect place." I drove downtown and parked in the underground parking lot of Colin's building. As we headed to the elevator, Layne was looking around.

"What is this place?"

"It's my office," I said for the first time ever. I'd been dying to try out the office that Colin had given me. It was all set up and ready to go for when Nate and I graduated in a few months. As we got off the elevator, Layne's eyes went wide.

"Whoa. Cool place. Where are we?"

"It's Colin's new venture. We give money to people with a product idea, and they can work out of here and then give back once they're successful."

"Like Shark tank?"

"Sure, something like that," I said figuring the definition was close enough. I took him to my office and opened the door to let him in.

"No one can hear us in hear, right?"

"Right. It's a private soundproof room so I can have therapy sessions with people."

"Nice. If I ever need a shrink, I'd come here. Cool couch. Do you get patients to lie down?"

"They can if they're comfortable doing that, or they could sit."

"Do you have a notepad and sit next to them and ask them how they feel about stuff?"

"Or I just listen and talk and let the recording handle the note taking."

"Is the room recording right now?" He asked looking around.

"No," I grinned. "That's only for a session. So, what requires all the privacy?"

"I wanted to talk to you about something serious," he said sitting on the couch to check it out. Then made himself comfortable wiggling up against the padded arm rest. I sat down next to him. "That social services lady came over to tell my parents and Jimmy about the family that they found."

"I heard. That's big news," I replied trying to maintain my composure. "How'd that go?" I asked trying to read him.

"I wasn't invited to join the conversation as they said it was private stuff for Jimmy. I couldn't hear everything as I was eavesdropping from my room, but you can hear shit tons through the vents. They said his name was John Tyler Jones and he's 10 years old. Jimmy thought it was a stupid name and said he still wanted to be called Jimmy Campbell. They talked about how he had a brother nearby and asked if he could remember that, but he couldn't. They also said that his birthday is September 19th. All Jimmy asked was if that meant he had to change his name, and if he now had two birthdays, since we'd celebrated it on July 1st. It was like we gave him a big party every year on Canada Day. He always thought the fireworks were for him. They were talking quietly so I couldn't hear everything. My parents went to some meeting a couple days ago, and apparently the family his brother is living with are gay, and my parents are going off about it. They were almost screaming at each other, and making phone calls, and talking about how evil gay people are and that they're all going to hell. I've never seen them like that. If they figure out me or Uncle Steve are gay, I'll get the guillotine."

"No, Christians don't use a guillotine. They stone you in the village square. Quite a popular day out for everyone back in the day. They also used to do something with lions in the coliseum, but not sure how that ties in," I said somewhat sarcastically.

He turned sideways one the couch to stare at me. "Wait! What do you mean you knew?"

"What?"

"When I said that they found out who Jimmy is, you said `I heard'. How?"

I froze and swallowed hard as I looked at him. That blindsided me.

"Oh shit! OH SHIT!!" he said staring. "That picture they gave Jimmy of his brother! Oh my god!"

"What?" I asked feeling the blood drain out of my body and pool in my feet.

"I saw the picture and it looked super familiar. I mean the guy looks like Jimmy, and at first glance I thought it was him. I stared at it for a bit afterward and I wasn't sure, but now I am. How else would you know stuff?"

"Who do you think it's a picture of?"

"It's Blake. He just had longer wavy hair and looked sadder than he is now. Blake is his brother and you're the gay family they found, aren't you? Is that why you're hanging out with me? You were trying to find out about Jimmy?"

Well, the shit's out of the bag now and heading for an industrial size fan. Guess all my planning isn't needed now. "I should maybe start at the beginning. It's not a quick story," I said trying to stay focused now. Psychology training, don't fail me now! "I need you to hear me out first, and promise you won't react or do anything until I'm finished explaining."

"Fuck. I knew something about that picture was driving me crazy. Oh crap. What if they find out I know you? I'm dead. We're all dead. Uncle Steve could be dead too"

"That's a lot of death. I was actually surprised when I got your text today, as I was just getting ready to call you. You're right, your parents were at a meeting a couple days ago, and did freak out about us being gay, but there's a lot more to it than that. I'd like to explain it to you if I could."

Layne stood up and walked around. "Oh fuck. Is this some sick game or something to get information? You took me to bed to try and find out about our lives?" He said becoming more and more animated with each sentence. "Is that why you let Blake fuck me, so we would become friends and you could blackmail me with it to get Jimmy back? Oh Jesus. I think I'm gonna be sick," he said bending over as if he were hyperventilating.

I jumped up and moved him back to the couch to sit down. "First, Blake doesn't know you're involved at this point. We only told him a couple days ago that his brother was actually alive, and he's having trouble processing it. He thought he'd died three years ago, so he's struggling to understand. I'm sorry that I let our friendship get as far as it has without telling you. That was never my intention at all. Can I explain how this all happened?"

He shrugged as he sat there trying to calm down.

"When I first met you, up at the cabin, that was exactly what it was. Me having been dragged up there by your Uncle to be a play toy for him, his friends, and you; which by the way I loved because you're so hot. But when Jimmy ran through the doors, my whole body went cold as he looked so much like Blake. I had absolutely no idea that they were actually related at that point. We all truly believed that Blake's entire family had died, and that he was alone. When I saw Jimmy, I thought maybe he might be a distant relative we knew nothing about, so I asked if DNA could be checked. That's when they dropped this whole bombshell on us."

"How long have you known?" He asked.

"Officially, maybe a day or so before you overheard that first meeting. Social services only called us in before they told you guys." I stretched that truth a little. "But we were asked not to say anything as they needed to make sure Jimmy wouldn't have a breakdown when he heard the whole story."

"So, Blake really is Jimmy's brother?" He asked sitting staring at me.

"Yes. At least that's what the DNA says. They haven't met yet as we're trying to take it slow. I'm sorry I didn't let you in on this, but I didn't want to rock any boats until I was a hundred percent sure. It was a fluke long shot that we all even met. Do you believe me?"

"Yeah, I guess. I mean it was pretty obvious when you first saw Jimmy that you were surprised. Why didn't you tell me though? I would have understood. I might even have been able to help."

"I honestly didn't want to affect anyone until we knew something for real. If it had only been my overactive imagination, which I'm known to have, then I'd have screwed up lives for no reason," I said almost trying to plead for some sort of understanding or forgiveness.

"But you've had sex with me like quite a few times. Was that just to get close to me so you could find out about Jimmy?"

"Tough question. I think after the cabin, when I went to your house, it was a good opportunity to see if I could learn something more. Then we became friends and you met Blake and hooked up with him. When we found out that Jimmy was related, I just wasn't sure how to stop what we'd started. I've been trying to figure out a way to explain this to you."

"I think I might have freaked out if that social worker lady had shown me a picture of how Blake looked now. I mean he was cute when he was 10 with that long hair, but he's a lot different now, and way more smokin' hot. He always happy now, but in the picture she showed us, he looked like a sad lost kid. I thought the picture looked familiar, and it really was driving me crazy. That was why I wanted to talk to you to see what I could do about Jimmy and this whole situation, especially the gay thing that they're so mad about. Guess I'm asking the wrong person though, huh?"

"I'll say. I'm honestly as freaked out as you must be. I never in a million years thought Jimmy would turn out to be John. At best, I maybe thought he might be a distant relative. At worst, some kid that just looked like Blake when he was younger."

"How did Blake and Jimmy end up separated?"

I told him the story the best I could and I saw tears in his eyes.

"Wow. That's terrible. No wonder Jimmy can't remember anything. It's like he's blocked all the bad shit."

"It's like how Blake was when he came to us. He wouldn't talk at all. He just held onto his polar bear and tried to size us up while his mind dealt with things."

"He talks now," Layne noted.

"I'll say. Sometimes I wish he'd go back to being quiet," I joked gently. "But he was able to get past it because we helped him deal with what had happened. Jimmy hasn't been able to heal because no one knew about his past. Now we have a chance to help him deal with those blocked memories. He may not have been able to process it himself as he was only 7. Blake was at least a bit older when the whole tragedy took place."

"Jimmy is 10 now, so maybe he's old enough to start dealing with it?"

"Maybe. But having information about who he was will be a big factor. Small amounts can be given to him slowly to see if it helps him remember. That's why everyone is treading carefully. If they just blurt it all out, it may overload his ability to cope. Right now, he's a good kid, adjusted to a life with your family, but with a giant seven year gap in his memory."

"Can't he just stay with us?"

"That was talked about, but once his memory does come back, the older he is when that happens, the worse it'll be for him to process. It may even create resentment that he wasn't told sooner. He needs to know the truth about who he is, and the younger he is, the easier his recovery should be. Then he can handle it at his own speed. One small detail at a time."

"I guess that's why you guys go to school to learn how to deal with this stuff, huh?"

"I think so. I mean we want to help, not make someone worse. Jimmy is going to have a tough road ahead, but he will get through it. If he tried to handle it without facts, it may haunt him in one sense or another for the rest of his life."

"Like in nightmares?"

"Exactly. Or a fear, or phobia of something he can't explain. By opening his mind to what happened, he can begin to heal. One of those facts is, and has to be, reuniting with his big brother."

"Can I say that this really sucks. I mean I understand it all, but Jimmy is my brother. He's the coolest kid I know and I'd die to protect him. Now he's gonna be taken away and I won't be there for him."

"I realize that none of this is great. Hopefully you're mature enough to know that above what you, me, your parents, or even Blake, may want, we all have to do what's best for Jimmy at the end of the day."

"I know. It's just gonna be like I've had part of my own family ripped away. He's been around for over three years. It's like a ton of time for a kid."

"I can't promise anything at this point as I have no idea how fast or slow this process is going to be, but Colin and I both agree that if Blake is okay with it, we'd want you in Jimmy's life."

"Really?"

"I can't guarantee anything because while Jimmy will be dealing with his own changes, so will Blake. He's thought for three years that his whole family died in a fire. Now he has to deal with the fact that his brother is actually alive, and has been living with another family this whole time. He could have his own meltdown."

"Oh shit! He's gonna hate me, isn't he? I mean he's gonna blame me for keeping his brother. Especially since I know him, and we've been having sex. Oh god. I'm gonna lose both my brother and my friend." He jumped back up and began pacing around the room, almost in a panic. I let him do it for a minute as he processed things, before I stood up and put my hand on his shoulder.

"Layne. I strongly believe Blake is smart enough, and strong enough, to understand how this all happened. He won't blame you, as long as he believes that we haven't been hiding Jimmy from him on purpose. Layne. At some point really soon, Blake is going to meet Jimmy, and it'll be important that none of us act like we know each other, or that could open up a whole new can of worms. Your parent's anti-gay stance is going to be a real factor in this."

"What if that all blows up in our faces? If my parents find out I'm gay, and have been having sex with Blake or you, what would happen?"

"I don't even want to think about it. Everyone would lose at that point. How your parents might deal with you, only you know for sure. But I'm sure social services would take Jimmy away from all of us at that point, and none of us would be allowed to see him, and that's just the first thing I can think might happen on day one."

Ummm...I just thought of something," Layne said looking at me.

"Which is?"

"Jimmy knows you too. He's seen all of us have sex together, remember? That's how you first met him, up at the cabin. What if he says something when he meets you as Blake's Dad?"

"Would he say that you and I had had sex?"

"No way. But he might accidentally blurt out that he knows you, or even say something like `Hi Justin!' when he sees you again. Any idea what I should tell him?"

"Ironically, I'd be honest with him. Tell him to pretend he doesn't know me when he gets introduced to his brother for the first time. He's old enough to understand what could happen if your parents find out about everything that you guys have been keeping secret."

"True. He's brought it up several times and said he likes being able to run around naked at Uncle Steve's place. I keep reminding him that if he ever said anything about the stuff he sees, that we would never be allowed there again."

He's getting pretty smart with it though. He said as long as I keep teaching him about sex stuff, he won't need to ask our Mom and Dad. I know he's kidding, but he uses it as a bit of playful blackmail."

I laughed. "He sounds a lot like Blake. He can be pretty manipulative as well."

"Yeah, I've seen it. They're definitely real brothers. Maybe I should blackmail you," Layne said with a big grin. "I could say I'm going to yell in public that you touched me in my private place."

"Where the hell is YOUR private place?" I laughed. "Here?" I asked as I shoved my finger up his nose and removed it.

"Gross. No! Well, yeah. Gross. Don't do that ever again," he said rubbing his nose. "Okay, well I don't exactly have a private place, but only you and me know that."

"and Blake, and Steve, and Kyle, and Jimmy, and J.P. and..."

"Okay, okay... So I don't have a private place, but straight people, like adults, don't know that. We could just pretend I'm blackmailing you."

"Deal."

"Oh shit! I guess I should tell you something."

"Now what?" I asked nervously. If we keeping digging this hole, we're gonna be in so deep we'll never climb out.

"Blake's already been over to my Uncle Steve's place."

I already knew this, and had that on my list of things to deal with later. I responded to Layne as if I didn't know a thing though. "Was Jimmy there?"

"No. Thank god for that, as he normally is. That could have been an epic shit storm. No, it was just my Uncle he met. Ummm...they had sex though."

"I thought Steve didn't get involved with your friends."

"Sometimes he does if he thinks they are hot. He came in my room while Blake was doing me and sat on the bed to watch. He complimented Blake and reached out to rub his ass. When Blake didn't stop him, Steve gave him a rimming and then fucked him. Afterward, he invited him for dinner and kept him naked so they could go again when we were done. I think Blake liked the part where he got to suck my dick while Steve was fucking him. Never saw a guy cum without someone touching his dick before."

"Blake definitely likes the attention. For now though, I think we should keep Blake away from Steve until we get this resolved. We have to limit contact now."

"Ummm...something else too. Steve asked how I knew Blake, so I told him that I met him through you `cause

you were his Dad. I think that excited Uncle Steve as he asked if we could get the two of you over to play with us."

"This just gets more complicated by the second," I said almost to myself.

"No shit. I think I need a scotch!" Layne said as he swung his legs up and placed them over my lap as he stretched out on the couch.

"I don't have scotch," I grinned. "Would you like water?"

"Sure. With a vodka chaser." I lifted his legs up and went to the small fridge we had and got him a bottle before returning and putting his legs back over me. I gently stroked them as he took a few sips.

"This is all so intense. When you do this shrink stuff, are you gonna have to deal with this kind of thing all the time?"

"I might have to deal with a lot of tough scenarios," I admitted. "Hopefully none of them are this complicated."

"Jesus. Better you than me. I'd need my own shrink if I did this stuff."

"I don't know how all this is going to end as it's not in our hands, but I'll promise we'll do everything possible to keep you part of all our lives. It would be good for everyone if he was still your brother in some fashion. The same as Kyle, Troy and Ben are Blake's brothers, even though they're not related by blood."

"This sucks! But I guess if Jimmy has to have another family, I'm glad it's you guys. Blake would be my step foster brother, and you guys would be my step foster parents," he reasoned before going quiet and stared at the ceiling. "My parents would never let me visit if Jimmy did live with you, though. The whole gay thing."

"They do have strong opinions on it, that's for sure," I agreed.

"Tell me about it. Anytime it ever comes up, I hear about it. Shit, they've even turned off the TV a few times when I've been watching a show where there was a gay character. They said I didn't need my mind corrupting."

"How's that working out for you," I smiled as I rubbed his leg.

"Oh, just fine, thanks. I get a boner thinking about how not corrupted I am all the time." I reached up and squeezed his crotch. "Hey!! You trying to corrupt me?"

I let go and placed my hand back on his leg.

"I didn't say stop...I was just inquiring," he chuckled as he grabbed my hand and returned it to his crotch where I let it lay.

"If you want to help make sure this whole thing goes smoothly, maybe listen to what your parents are saying. It might help us to know if they're planning anything."

"This is complicated," Layne admitted. "On one hand, I don't want Jimmy to leave, but on the other, I know he should be with his real brother. When would you tell Blake that I'm Jimmy's foster brother?"

"I think it might make the most sense to let Blake and Jimmy have a first meeting and see how that goes before we inform Blake about the rest of it. Maybe for now, you should avoid seeing Blake until we sort this mess out."

"I think that makes sense. If anyone says anything, we could all be in trouble."

"Not so much trouble, as create even more situations. For now it's all about helping Jimmy get his brother, and his memories back, while not affecting his relationship with you."

"That's gonna be pretty complicated. What if my parents refuse to let Jimmy hang out with gay guys?"

"They can't stop Blake from seeing his brother, but they could attempt to stop Jimmy from seeing the rest of us."

"That would suck. I definitely think we should talk to my Uncle Steve though. He might be able to help somehow."

"I'd agree with that. No matter what happens, we'll need him to be aware of it all. He has as much, if not more to lose than we do. Trouble is with Steve, every time I go over there, he strips me before I get a word out."

"Sounds like your house," he smiled as he lowered the zipper on his pants and pushed my hand inside to feel the warmth of his erection underneath. "But I think Uncle Steve might be able to help us, as he understands more than my parents ever would."

"We should do that sooner, rather than later. I mean once all this starts to get out there, he shouldn't be left in the dark in case things flare up."

"Okay. When you drop me at home, come in and talk to him. I know he'd be upset if Jimmy wasn't around any more, just like I would, but if we can figure it out, maybe Jimmy could have all of us in his life."

"I hope so. This has kinda become a mess with me knowing you, Steve and Jimmy the way I do." Personally, I'd be fine with Steve not being in Jimmy's life, but he may be a needed bridge for now. He may be able to explain it to Jimmy in a way Layne and I couldn't.

"That's true. My parents would go off the rails insane if they thought I knew you, which would suck balls. Speaking of sucking balls..." He grinned. "Are you gonna fuck me now, or should I yank my pants down and run out in my underwear screaming stranger danger?"

"You'd be a good blackmailer, if it weren't for this erection," I smiled as I squeezed it.

"Justin. I hope that even if my parents are mega-assholes about all this, that you and me can still find a way to stay friends. Plus, I hope Blake won't hate me when he finds out."

"I don't think we'd stop being friends. As for Blake, he may be upset at first when he finds out everything, but even if it does take him time to process it, he'll eventually be okay."

"I hope so. Now...about that fuck? I think I need it after all this."

"Stand up. I have a better idea." I helped him to his feet and pulled him in for a long slow passionate kiss as I held his head. When I let him go, he looked at me smiling.

"Damn! That's a hot kiss. But that only made me hornier."

"Follow me," I grinned as I headed for the door.

We made our way to the massage area with Layne checking everything out as we went. I found Cole relaxing behind his desk. "How's business?"

"Hey Justin! Great. Tons of massage requests, probably because it's free, but the tips are great. I've even hired another employee to do manicure and pedicures. Dimitri is amazing at it. Chad has gotten into laser hair removal as an added service. Neither of those are free like the massages, but it's convenient for everyone and it's popular."

"Is Ian still helping out as well?"

"Yeah. He's mainly doing the weekend things as he's in University now. Studying to be an engineer."

"Well someone's gotta drive those trains until someone computerizes them."

"Not that type of engineer," Cole laughed. "I think he's going to be an electrical engineer."

"That makes sense. I guess even trains are going electric now. Cole, this is my friend Layne. Layne. Cole."

"Nice to meet you," Cole said as they shook hands. "What brings you guys here?"

"I was showing him around, and I wanted to check out my new office now that it's set up."

"Have you graduated already?" Cole asked.

"Couple more months, then Nate and I are planning to set up a practice here."

"Nice. I can come see you for therapy when I need it. Maybe a squid go-pro thing."

"Or a quid pro quo thing," I laughed. "You massage me and talk, and I'll listen and give advice."

"I'd be good with that," Cole agreed just as a guy came out from the back to join us. "Hey Dimitri. I wanted you to meet someone," Cole said. "This is Justin and Layne. Justin is Colin's husband. Guys, this is Dimitri, my newest employee."

"Nice to meet you," Dimitri responded looking very nervous.

"Don't worry. Colin and Justin have a very open relationship. I think he's freaking out because he's massaged Colin a few times."

I laughed. "Yeah, don't worry about that. Colin loves massages as much as I do. Especially when they end happily, or around his prostate."

"Dimitri has been letting Chad practice the laser hair removal on him when they have time. Check out how smooth his legs are."

I looked down at the great tanned legs in front of me and I had to admit there wasn't a hair in sight. Cole told me to take a feel of them. Not only were they smooth, but the boy had great muscle definition like he was a long distance cyclist.

"Wow, I've never felt skin that smooth," Layne admitted as he took a feel too.

"You don't look that hairy," Dimitri said back to Layne as he checked him out.

"I'm not, but I don't do my legs. I only do my face once in a while and my crotch. Not with a laser though."

"He's so smooth that dolphins are jealous," Cole smirked. "Show them your balls, Dimitri."

Without hesitation, the boy reached into his shorts and pulled out his package. Another impressive sight. Layne didn't need to be told to feel those, as he reached out and cupped them. "Nice. Really nice. I should do it."

Chad did that, huh?" I asked.

"Yeah. Every time we see a hair show up, he zaps it off. About the only place that hair will grow now is on the top of my head. I even did my face so I don't have stubble," Dimitri revealed. I reached over and felt his cheek and it was smoother than a baby. Layne copied me touching his face.

"Wow, like you've never even shaved before. It feels so good," he said almost seductively.

"Layne's just horny. He hasn't gotten laid yet today," I smiled as I watched him interact with Dimitri.

"Room one is free if you need a nice massage," Cole offered. "You ever had a massage, Layne?" Cole asked.

"Not a professional one or anything. Just like when someone rubs your shoulder or back. Stuff like that."

"You should let Dimitri give you one right now. I'm sure you'd enjoy it."

"We don't really have that much time at the moment," I said quickly before this turned into a few hours of `massaging' each other. "But we'll arrange to come back another time, or maybe get you all over to the house one day. I haven't seen Arden and Ian in a while. We could all catch up."

"Sounds like a good plan to me," Cole nodded.

"Layne, we do have a few minutes if you want to go and check the place out though. I'm sure Dimitri would like to show you."

"Yeah, come on Layne," Dimitri beamed as he took him by the hand and headed off into the back.

"Well Dimitri is certainly cute," I grinned. "He has a European look with that curly black hair and that chiseled jaw thing going on. Sort of looks like that actor Timothee Chalamet."

"Yeah, he gets that a lot. I think that might be why he's so popular."

"How old is he?"

"Just turned 18 this past month."

"Seriously? He looks younger. Must be the smooth skin and lack of any stubble. Nice package on him too."

"Yeah, he's a great guy. Having a cock at least eight inches is one of the main requirements to work here," Cole said sticking his tongue out a bit. "It also helps that Dimitri is extremely outgoing, and I'm telling you once he gets hard, he can stay that way for several hours without going soft. It's like he has an extra pint of blood in his body that has nowhere else to go."

I laughed. "Well don't let him go to donate any then. He'll be doing more to help people by keeping it where it is."

"What's with your new boy? He looks like he's ready to jump you at a second's notice," Cole said as we glanced towards the back area.

"He's a long story. I'll tell you once I'm able to, and yes, he's incredibly sexual. He met Blake for the first time not that long ago, and the first words out of his mouth were. `Wow, wanna fuck me?'"

Cole laughed. "That sounds more like a Blake line. Although Blake has turned out to be a stunning looker himself. I can see people being that blunt just to ensure they get a chance with him."

"Oh for god's sake don't tell him that. It's tough enough getting his big head through the top of his t-shirts now."

"I should grab Layne before he's spread eagle on one of your tables, not that I wouldn't enjoy watching that, it's just we're in the middle of something important right now."

"Why don't you and Colin come in for a couples massage one day?" Cole suggested as we made our way to the back area.

"We'd like that. Make sure you come over with the guys too. We can have a few drinks and catch up."

We found Layne lying fully clothed on one of the good massage tables with Dimitri showing him how the legs opened on it to allow better access. If he'd been naked for this I had no doubt the Dimitri would already be up in his bidness...(That's slang for business...which is a simile for up his ass...just so you know the woke speak of today's lit up extra people.)

Layne turned over and jumped off the table. "Massages would be cool," he said to all of us with a smile. "How much do they cost?"

"Normally they can be pretty expensive, but come back one day and you can try out a full-service massage with Dimitri for free if you want," Cole offered.

"Cool. I wouldn't mind learning how to give them too someday," he beamed. "I even saw the laser hair gun. I might have to get that done someday too. Shaving sucks."

"That's why lots of people get it done. Takes a while to ensure you're totally smooth permanently, but once it's finished you never need to spend money on razors again," Dimitri told him.

"That would be sweet."

"We should get going buddy. Nice meeting you Dimitri and thanks for showing Layne around. I look forward to coming in for a massage with you."

He smiled. "Nice meeting you too. I'll see you later."

I almost had to pull Layne out of there and quickly showed him around the rest of the office. He liked that we also had tanning booths and a relaxation room.

"I'd totally love to work here. What does everyone do, except seem to relax a lot?"

"I have no idea," I said honestly "But whatever it is, they seem to making good money at it and the whole place is so successful they've had to open up a couple more floors of office space."

"Dumb question. If everyone is so happy and relaxed, why would they need a shrink?"

"Hey, everyone has problems that they like to talk over with someone. I figure if we keep our prices reasonable, then we'll build a good solid clientele."

"Yeah, then when you got them hooked on seeing you like a crack addict, you jack their prices and become mega rich! Nice!"

I laughed. "We wouldn't do that, and I don't think speak to a shrink would be the equivalent of being a crack addict."

"I'm a big crack addict," Layne grinned as he nodded thoughtfully.

"You are?" I frowned looking at him.

"Yeah. I like anything big in my crack!"

"I should have seen that coming. Did you and Dimitri get along well?"

"Oh yeah. I'm pretty sure I'll be back for a proper massage."

"You'll love it. I guess it's time to go to your uncles. I guess I should ask if Jimmy is going to be there?"

"Nah. He's at my other house. We don't stay with Uncle Steve for a couple weeks yet, although I go over sometimes just to hang out as it's more chill there than my parent's place."

We drove over to Layne's uncle's house, and the whole way there I prepared what I was going to say to explain all this to him. Part of me thought it was a bad idea to tell him. My reasoning center said it was better to tell him than let him be blindsided when the shit started hitting the fan. We walked into the house to be greeted almost instantly.

"Layne? Where have you been, buddy? Clayton has been here since after school. He said the two of you had plans," Steve said walking up to meet us at the entrance.

"Shit. I totally forgot about that. I'm sorry. I needed to talk to Justin for a bit."

"Hey Justin."

"Hey," I replied.

"Justin and I needed to talk to you, Uncle Steve," Layne told him.

"Is something wrong?"

"Not really like an emergency or anything, just important," Layne told him quickly.

Steve nodded. "Come on and let Clayton know you're back."

We strolled into the family room to see Layne's friend, Clayton, sitting in the middle of the couch in just his underwear. His head was back and he appeared asleep...or dead. I'm guessing asleep though. Layne quickly shot a look at his uncle. Steve seemed to comprehend the look.

"He came over while I was smoking a joint, so he joined me. We were just about to watch some porn while we waited for you, so I had him get comfortable. You know my rule," he explained.

"Yeah. If you're not comfortable enough to be naked, you're not old enough to watch porn," Layne said, obviously quoting the rule. It actually sounded like a pretty sensible rule. I'll have to remember to use that.

"You're in time to help me get those shorts off, and have some fun with him."

"I don't think he'd be into that. He's straight, Uncle Steve. That's Clayton," Layne said to me by way of introduction. "We usually just call him Clay. I tell him it's so I can mold him into the friend we want, but he doesn't think that's funny."

"You've never done anything with him?" Steve asked. "I assume you boys at least jerk off together."

"No. Nothing," Layne admitted as we sat down.

"Have you even seen him naked?"

"Sure. When we change, but not like hard or anything."

"Layne, my boy. What have I taught you all these years? If you want something, you need to be more assertive and go for it. Most guys your age have no idea what they want. You need to show them they like it. I'm surprised at you."

"Layne seems plenty assertive to me," I said to compliment him. "As soon as he saw Blake, the first words out of his mouth were `Wow, you're hot. Wanna fuck me?'"

"Nice. That's more like it," Steve smiled as he came over to me and pulled my shirt off. Seems aggressive. "Blake was a good choice. Big cock on him. Great tight little ass with a perfect hole. No wonder you wanted it. He's a sweet little ride."

"Uhhhh, you know Blake is Justin's kid, right?"

"Of course. Same eyes and big dicks on them. Bring him over with you one night, I'd love to take both of you in the same session," Steve suggested with his usual finesse.

"I only asked Blake like that because I knew he'd be into it. It's not that easy with friends that don't expect it," Layne continued to explain.

"It's always easy. You just have to suggest it or you miss out. Take your friend Clay here. You think this is his first time here without you?"

"It isn't?"

"Of course not. The first time he came over when you weren't home, he hung around and we played some video games while I let him try some pot. Then he came over a few more times and I had him get more comfortable. We started talking sex and about what he knew and didn't know. One thing led to another and it wasn't long before he was coming over here twice a week for blowjobs. He puts on some porn, smokes a little pot and lays back to have his cock slurped on," Steve revealed as he turned on the TV, and sent a porn to the screen from the computer.

I could already tell it was going to be a bit of a kinky one by the title. Bi Twins in Bondage.' They don't even try to make the names of the movie unique any more. What happened to Hairy Porter' or Ram-Beau First Blood'? Okay in fairness that one just sounded gross. I always thought John's Wick' might have been interesting. Iron Men' was also a good one. The sequel was better Iron Men Too – More Thrust'. `Free Willy' could have been confusing. It would be either a bunch of dudes showing off their cocks, or male hookers not charging for sex. So, let's not make that one. What about Scream sequels? They could be big dicked anal penetration movies.

"If you'd followed my lead, you probably could have been blowing each other years ago. Take your clothes off and come check him out," Steve ordered. He knelt in front of Clayton, and in one quick yank, pulled the underwear off the boy.

"Won't he wake up if you try anything?" Layne asked as he began to undress.

"Maybe if he had just smoked pot, but I slipped some GHB into his drink to make sure he'd stay relaxed for this. He loved getting head, and came pretty quick each time. He's got a nice smooth ass, so today's the time to try it out and see just how god it really is."

"All he's done so far is just get head?" Layne asked as he got down on his knees next to Clayton and watched Steve gently stroking the boy to get him hard. Even the unconscious ones bone up.

"At first, but then I snuck a quick rimming in, and he enjoyed that, once he got over the surprise of it. Last couple of times I told him if he wanted to keep smoking pot over here, he's going to need to ramp up his participation. He didn't seem that enthusiastic, but straight boys never are until they try it a few times, then you have them hooked. Sex is like crack."

"You get to smoke something, and they both have crack!" Lane laughed.

"I've been wanting to plug this hot little ass for a while now. I'm sure he knows it's coming."

No matter how many times I see it, I always think it's fascinating to see a boy bone up while he's asleep. Proves that boys really are horny 24/7. Steve put his hand on the back of Layne's head and guided him down on the straight boy's cock, and slipped it in his mouth. He watched his nephew work the full pole as he removed his own clothes.

"When he sleeps over next time, you should suggest he trim these pubes. The boy's not very big yet, so trimming will help define what he's packing. That'll be a nice natural way to get him naked, and once he's hard, he won't refuse sex after that."

"Sure, Steve, because that topic always comes up while we're hanging out," Layne said as he paused. "Oh hey Clayton, I noticed you have a lot of pubes. Why don't you go ahead and get out of all those clothes and let me shave them? Maybe afterward, I could give you head before we fuck," Layne said sarcastically.

"Exactly. Why beat around the bush? No pun intended. Just change in front of him first and let him see you're smooth. Ask if he ever shaves his crotch for sports, like swimmers and divers do. When he says no, suggest he try it and you could help him. Add that the girls prefer it. That'll lead to a conversation and before you know it, you're in bed fucking like rabbits. Speaking of fucking like rabbits, let's pop this cherry. Justin, strip and fuck Layne while I'm working on opening up Clayton's virgin pussy."

"We actually only came over to talk to you about something important," I replied.

"And we can absolutely get to that right after we take this boy's cherry. Once we've all cum, we can talk while we're recharging. Come on, get those clothes off and let's see you working that big shaft in Layne's hole."

Being around Steve was like being around the Borg; he'd assimilate you and resistance was always futile. I complied, and got behind Layne who raised his ass up for me. I buried my face in it and glanced over to Steve who had lifted Clayton's legs up and was probing his hole with his tongue.

"Hmmm, that's a sweet tasting little ring. You can always taste the virginity on a boy," Steve moaned.

I'm not sure that's true or not, or it would be more common as a medical test. I'm pretty sure if someone were sucking me off and rimming my ass, I'd wake up no matter how drugged I was. Steve fingered lube into him, as Layne continued to work his friend's small cock. He licked the shaft, worked the head, sucked the balls, then deep throated him, well not so much deep throated, as deep mouthed him. Small cock and all...

"I think he's ready enough. Pay attention boys. You always want to remember the time a guy loses his virginity. Once I get him open and fill his hole with a good size load, you two can take a ride next."

"Won't that make a mess of the couch?" Layne asked.

"That's why you use a fabric protector," Steve smiled. "Lesson number one."

"I thought lesson number one was the about being naked while watching porn," Layne smirked.

"It's lesson number one about cum stains," Steve reasoned. Sure that makes sense. I wonder how many categories there are? That could be a lot of rule number ones.

It's like a bunch of prime directives. Starfleet's is never to interfere in the natural development of any culture, and personnel is expendable to adhere to it. Mine is never walk into a girl's change room naked...no wait, that's a different directive. My real prime directive is never fuck a boy on an empty stomach...or something like that. I realize that has nothing to do with this scenario, so maybe it's the temporal prime directive that applies here. Never tell anyone about their future that could affect the past. Basically, never get stuck with a pair of ducks... Think of it like this. You go back in time and kill someone who could affect the future, only by killing him you never get born. Then you couldn't have gone back to kill the guy in the first place, which mean you would have been born so that you could go back into the past to kill the guy again. Somewhere in that mess it affects the duck population too and you end up with a temporal pair of ducks! I have a headache. I wonder what happens if you just kill all the ducks... Now back to how this is relative to what's happening now. If we tell Clayton that he got fucked while he was out, it might affect his future, so we keep the past quiet. Temporal prime directive.

"Boys, move in and watch closely. One of the great moments of anal sex is when the ass opens to suck in it's first cock, welcoming it." Steve slapped the shaft of his hard cock against Clayton's balls and then rubbed it up and down the back of them. He slicked both of them up with a generous coating of lube, before lifting Clayton's legs onto his shoulders. With the tip of his cock, he tested the boy's readiness, then in a slow careful move, began to insert himself. Steve's cock pushed past the outer ring and was drawn inside. Clayton gave a slight grunt seemingly to acknowledge the penetration, but didn't wake up. "That's it. One freshly popped cherry. Gotta love the virgins when they're this relaxed. Untouched velvet holes eagerly taking their first cock. Now let's get this bitched properly fucked and dump a load in him."

I don't know if eagerly' was the best way to describe Clayton acceptance of Steve's throbbing pole. Can you be both eager and unconscious at the same time? It's a gray area at best. I'd give him the relaxed' comment. The only way Clayton could be any more relaxed is if he were dead. Steve began to fuck the boy and looked over at me.

"Justin, let's see you get that monster cock of yours all the way into Layne, and give him a pounding that he'll still be feeling days from now. Once I finish in this tight ass, we can have that talk you boys want. After that I want the two of you to take Clayton next. Layne can go first while I'm taking your ass again, Justin. Doesn't make sense for you to go home without having had a good hard fuck."

`Yeah, that wouldn't make sense at all,' I thought sarcastically.

"Uhhh, does your friend know that you like sex with guys?" I asked Layne, remembering he'd told me that he wasn't out at school.

"Nuh uh," Layne said shaking his head.

"Don't worry about that," Steve said. "At your age, it's not about being gay or straight. It's just about being horny. Layne, use the entire shaft when you're sucking and keep a hand on his balls. You'll be able to feel when he's about to cum and get ready to gulp it all down."

I lubed up and entered Layne as Steve watched my cock disappeared into his nephew. I held Layne's hips and began to use him.

"Yeah, give him a good hard pounding," Steve encouraged as fucked his own partner with increased effort. He stared at my cock fucking Layne, almost oblivious to the fact he had his own boy to concentrate on. "Fuck yeah. Give it to him. Let me see hear bone crackin'. The bigger the cock, the more he likes it."

Talk about a size queen. Geez! The faster I got, the faster he moved inside Clayton.

"This boy is so tight, it's not gonna take long to make me cum. Layne, work your hole to make Justin nut off in you quicker. I want us to do it at the same time," Steve told him. Great synchronized fucking. What is this? The sex Olympics?

It took very little time before either of us were ready. Steve announced he was cumming first and slammed Clayton hard and fast. He grunted and pushed deep inside, obviously flooding the boy's virgin ass. He reached over and grabbed one of my cheeks, which gave me that little extra to reach my own climax inside Layne. I made a few unnecessary grunts and thrusts to be overly dramatic about the fact I was cumming. Steve just grinned then turned his attention back to Clayton. He took over fondling the boy's balls as he continued to gently fuck him, despite having cum. Layne suddenly began to cough and choke, which seemed to indicate that Clayton had now cum down his throat. He sat back and coughed a bit more, before wiping his mouth. Steve leaned down to lick up any leftover jizz that was running down Clayton's shaft and pooling in his pubes. He slowly pulled out and looked to watch his cum run out of the boy.

"Another freshly deflowered boy. Layne, run and grab me a towel to wipe him up."

He took off to the nearest bathroom and returned with a couple towels. He gave one to Steve and the other to me. We all cleaned up the best we could before Steve had us help him turn Clayton sideways on the couch to stretch him out.

"Now that we are all relaxed, what did you need to talk to me about?" He asked, sitting on the nearby chair.

We explained the story and Steve just shook his head. "It's always been sad that Jimmy couldn't remember his past, but now that we know, it's going to be very different around here. I'm sorry Layne. I know how much you love your brother."

"Yes, it sucks big time. I guess the only thing I'm happy about is that if he does leave, he'd be with Justin and Blake, and nearby. I mean he might have been from another country entirely."

"Justin, if Jimmy does go to live with you, would you be willing to let him visit?" Steve asked.

"Personally, I'd be fine with it. He loves you guys, so I think it would be cruel not to let him come over once he's settled and re-bonded with his biological brother."

Steve nodded. "Thanks for not saying his `real brother', because no two boys could be closer as brothers than Layne and Jimmy, even if they're not biologically connected."

"We'll have to see how Blake reacts to it all first, though. I have a feeling he may be a bit possessive, considering his current state of mind."

"Which is?"

"He thinks he failed as a big brother. He believes it was his job to look after John, uhh Jimmy, and he didn't, so it's possible that for the next little while he may not let him out of his sight. We're going to play it by ear. Jimmy has a long road ahead of him, and may not even understand what is happening considering the memory loss. I personally hope that everything will turn out well, but it could be a slow process. We need to ask for your help before Jimmy meets Blake. Layne and Blake will have to pretend not to know each other, which means Jimmy will have to keep another secret."

"That he knows you," Steve nodded intuitively. "I can see that. I'll take care of that and talk to him. I'm assuming Blake knows that Layne is Jimmy's foster brother?"

"Not yet," I admitted. "That's another hurdle for me to cross before we agree to let the boys meet. I messed this up big time, but with the way it happened, I guess things just got out of control. It's like this insane house of cards sitting at the edge of a hurricane. One touch and it all comes down and we all lose, but mostly Jimmy, and that's the last thing we want."

"So far it's been easy to keep our lifestyle over here a secret from our parents," Layne said as we strategized. "He was always scared that he'd be taken away. We may have to find another approach."

"Not necessarily. If he reveals how we all know each other, he'd end up being taken away from both families and might never see any of us again," I reasoned.

"That's true. Let me work on it," Steve said. "I care about Jimmy as much as I care about Layne, and I'd hate to see either of them upset. One thing I know about Jimmy is he's a pretty smart kid. He'll understand if we tell him the truth...to a point. I don't think it'll be necessary to tell him that Blake and Layne already know each other. Keep that between those two. Jimmy knows you, but we can deal with that. You have the harder job of letting Blake know about Layne. Any idea how he'll take that?"

"I have a feeling he'll be pissed," I said honestly. I was actually hoping for only pissed, and not the nuclear option.

"I honestly thought Jimmy was gonna become my brother," Layne said sadly as he sat back, reflecting. "Uncle Steve. Do you think it might help if I told Mom and Dad I was gay?"

"If by help, you meant getting thrown out of your house to end up living with me, then sure, that'll help. As a way to help Jimmy, no that wouldn't be a good idea at all. I can almost guarantee they'd block you from seeing Jimmy if he lived with Justin and his partner, and it mostly certainly wouldn't be good for you personally. No. I think you have to keep things as they are between you and your parents. At least until you're older, maybe once you've graduated and moved out. Like I've told you in the past, you're always welcome to live here, but you'll need to be 18 first."

"Thanks. I already think I'm gonna do that. I've mostly stayed in the closet because I figured it wouldn't go well, but this proves they'd never accept me, and I don't want to spend years being lectured or sent to some crazy church conversion thing. I have it all planned out. Before my 18th birthday, I'm gonna slowly bring all my stuff over here so I'm ready. Then I'll tell Mom and Dad I'm gay. When they start to go ballistic, I'll tell them I'm moving out to give them time to calm down. I won't tell them where I'm going in case they try to make your life miserable too."

"I'm still hopeful that one day your parents will become more accepting."

"No chance. I think the more they hear about gay people, the more pissed they're getting. Like with TV. Even if it's a show they've enjoyed for years, if a gay character is introduced, they turn it off and spout shit about how disgusting it is."

"Like I said, I'm hopeful, not optimistic," Steve nodded. "Let's make sure that we work together to minimize the impact on Jimmy. It's going to be tough enough meeting his biological brother without the memories to truly know who he is. Justin, any thoughts on how meeting Blake may affect Jimmy's memory?"

"No idea at this point, but research seems to indicate that the information Blake can share with Jimmy, may at some point start to jog a few things loose and help him. Of course, I can't even imagine how he's going to blend the first seven years of his life with Blake and their family, to his new reality of the last three years. This is one of those situations where you just wish you could hug everyone until everything is okay."

"On that, I'm sure we all agree," Steve said thoughtfully. "I'll make sure Jimmy's ready to meet Blake. When are you planning this?"

"I figure we give Blake a week to process everything, then we'll set up their first meeting together. Until then, I'll start Xanax in double doses," I said, partially joking.

"Let Layne or me know any details. Meanwhile, I'll get to work on Jimmy. Not to sound overly dramatic, but I think all our lives depend on this going well."

"Truth!" Layne nodded.

"I just need one other thing from you, Justin," Steve said leaning forward in his chair.

I have a feeling it going to have something to do with my ass. In fact, I'm sure of it. "Which is?" I asked not to be overly assumptive.

Once you tell Blake everything, the two of you come over and the four of us can talk to get our stories straight, since we'll be an extended family. Afterward, I think we could all have a little fun together."

"I'm sure we could arrange something," I tentatively agreed. At least it had nothing to do with my ass, so I was wrong for once. It happens.

"Layne come over to the couch and help me flip Clayton onto his stomach so you can take a ride on him. Mix your cum with mine so the boy goes home happy. Justin, lube up that hot ass of yours so I can get into you as soon as Layne begins with his friend."

I KNEW my ass would come into this at some point. When would Steve pass up an opportunity to fuck someone? Wonder if I'll be like him when I'm that old? Part of me hopes so.

They turned Clayton over and spread his legs to allow Layne to get between them. Steve aimed his nephew's growing penis towards the intended destination. We watched closely as Layne slid inside his friend, and as soon as he got going, Steve turned to me.

"Alright, let's shred you doggy style," he said pointing to the place on the floor where he wanted me. Every time I heard doggy style, I think I should let out a little woof or something as I crawl into position. Steve wasted no time at all entering me. I guess the smell of sex in the air keeps him as horny as it does for me. He fucked me hard, while encouraging Layne to really drill his friend so that he'd know he'd been thoroughly fucked when he woke up. Steve suddenly pushed me flat onto my stomach and used his full weight to fuck fast and deep. He kissed and licked around my neck and ears as he breathed heavily all over me. It was like being under the exhaust vent on a furnace. Layne announced that he was cumming, which seemed to motivate Steve to nail me even harder. As with all good synchronized fucking, the two guys came pretty much simultaneously. At least according to the grunts they did. Steve pulled out, spread my cheeks to look at my hole before gently slapping my ass and grabbing the towel to wipe himself of lube. Layne backed out of Clayton and sat on the chair.

"Hmmm...Once Clayton learns to take cock regularly, he'll probably be over every day begging for it. Layne, bring Clayton over after school tomorrow, and I'll work up a scenario to get you boys naked together. I'll convince him to get shaved, and if all goes well, you'll be balls deep in him again. Always good to have a few friends with benefits."

"I don't even think he'll get naked with me in the room," Layne said shaking his head, "but hey, I'm more than curious to see how he'll react."

"This isn't my first rodeo buddy. I know how to get a boy to give up his ass. Straight or not. If I can't get the two of you fucking before he leaves, I'll retire from sex."

"I'll be surprised if he even agrees to sit around in just his underwear while I'm here."

"You know who else you should bring over once you've gotten Clayton comfortable having his pussy ridden? Anderson. That's one hot piece right there."

"Anderson? Like Quinn's big brother?" Layne asked surprised and then turned to look at me. "Quinn is Jimmy's best friend. Anderson is his older brother. He's 16. That Anderson?"

"How many do you know?" Steve asked as he slowly continued to fuck Clayton.

"Only one. Well, except for that guy on CNN," Layne admitted. "You might get Clay to have sex with us tomorrow, but I doubt Anderson would."

Steve shook his head, almost in disbelief. "Good god, boy. Are you seriously telling me that you haven't had Anderson either?"

"Uhhh...no. It's not like we're really friends. I've seen him a few times when Jimmy and Quinn have hung out, but not more than that."

"I really have to get you involved more. That boy was curious about sex a couple years ago, asking about girls and how you pick them up. I gave him a lot of lessons to help him get his first pussy. I've never seen him when his dick wasn't hard. He'd shove it in a warm loaf of bread if it was offered."

"Who wouldn't?" I laughed supportively.

"Jesus, Layne. Do none of your friends know you like sex?"

"Sure. Just none of them know I like sex with guys. I'm not out, remember? Crazy parents...not ready to have someone at school tell their parents and then mine. I like my brain pre-labotomized."

"Alright. Tomorrow you bring Clayton over after school. We'll introduce him to fucking...while he's conscious this time."

"What if Clayton isn't into it?" Layne reasoned.

"Leave Clayton to me. By Saturday, he'll run over here so fast, we might not even be able to get the door open fast enough before he's naked. Justin, you and Blake are welcome as well. We'll make a party of it," he offered.

"Thanks, but I have a feeling Blake may not be in the mood for a party this weekend," I said politely declining the offer. "Speaking of that I better get home and do my own planning. Please let me know if anything happens from your end, and I'll keep you posted on how we're doing with this."

"Agreed," Steve said as he moved between Clayton's legs and inserted himself for a second time. "Too bad you have to leave. You could hang around and we'll take turns fucking Clayton until he wakes up."

"Thanks, but I prefer to hear them moan while I fuck. I'll wait until he's as big a slut as Layne here," I teased, patting Layne's thigh.

"That could be a long wait," Layne joked. "Even if he went full flamer, it'd still be a wait." I got dressed and raced home. Part of my mind focused on how Colin and I were going to explain the next part of the information to Blake, the other part thinking about Steve fucking Clayton. I still pictured the boy waking up with a dick deep inside him. So hot, yet could go so wrong. Oh well, I'm sure I'll hear from Layne about how their four-way went after the weekend.

Colin and I agreed that telling Blake the unfiltered truth about Layne being Jimmy's foster brother would be the best way to handle this, but neither of us were exactly looking forward to it, least of all me. We figure we'll find the right quiet moment over the weekend to talk to him.

The next day, Darcy showed up at the house unexpectedly after school, grinning wildly.

"Hey buddy. Blake's not home yet. He's at diving practice."

"It's cool. I just wanted to come over to see you. I can't stop thinking about how much fun it was on the island last weekend."

"Good. You certainly seemed to enjoy yourself. Let me guess, you're running around the house naked all the time now."

"No," he laughed. "But I don't mind taking my clothes off in my bedroom as much anymore."

"Good. That's a start. How about we try something else while you're here?" I said grabbing his hand to lead him up the front stairs.

"Will it be sex?" He beamed.

"You'll see," I told him as I led him to my bedroom. I closed the door and turned to look at him, grinned and pulled his shirt up and over his head.

"It feels like sex. It's sex, right?" He said excitedly.

"It might be, but the first thing we're going to do is get you all cleaned up."

"I had a shower earlier," he revealed as I popped the button on his pants and began to remove them, leaving him in only his underwear.

"Yeah, but today we're going to get rid of the pubes, and trim the pits. It's time."

"Oh," he said losing some of the giant grin on his face. "I don't think that's a good idea. If I get pantsed in school, they'd make even more fun of me if I don't have hair."

"So? Time to stand up for yourself. The only way bullies have any power Darcy, is if you give it to them. You said the time they normally pants you is when you're taking your shirt off as you change."

"Yeah, I think they wait for guys to not be able to see, then yank the pants down, and their underwear if they grab a good hold."

"So next time, just kick the shorts off and thank them for their help. Don't even let it bother you that you're naked."

"After the weekend on the island, I'm much more comfortable now, but I don't think I'm ready to stand in front of guys at school without clothes. They already make comments about how much shorter I am than everyone, and with no pubes, they'd make that an excuse to pick on me for not hitting puberty."

"That's where your confidence comes in to take their power away. You say `you already know I had pubes. I shave them because girls hate hairy. Why do you think they shave their pussies?'"

"Yeah. Nice. But then they'll say something like what girls would want you or some other such insult."

"That's when you get bolder," I said as I grabbed his hand again to lead him to the bathroom. "You remind them that shaved smooth your junk looks bigger and girls definitely prefer that."

"What if they start saying things like I'm gay or something for standing there naked?"

"That's the best," I said smiling.

"Huh? I'm not ready to come out in school yet."

"I don't mean come out. At least not until you're ready to. I'm talking about them calling you being gay. They're the ones that keep stripping other boys. Use that against them."

"They'd kill me."

"If they call you gay, you simply say really? I'm the gay one? You're the ones stripping guys to see their dicks.' Then follow up with I'm not shy, so if you wanna look go ahead. I'm sure any of the other guys you pants would be happy to strip for you, if you really need someone to compare yourself to.'"

"I'd never get all that out before my voice cracked," he said honestly. "I'd be shaking so bad."

"Come up with your own version of it. Just show confidence. Remember, they strip you to embarrass you in front of everyone. If that isn't the result they get, they won't enjoy coming after you anymore, or as much. In fact, the next time you change after that, you should strip first and face them, as if daring them to look. I can almost guarantee that the pantsing will stop."

"They'd just move to other guy," he said logically.

"Maybe, but by showing other guys how to react, they'll get the idea pretty fast too."

"God, could you imagine. A whole locker room of naked guys. I hope the showers have ice cold water," he laughed.

"That's the idea. Now let's get rid of that mat of hair down there. I want you nice and smooth."

"Then will be have sex?"

"I guess you'll have to wait and see," I smirked as I stripped in front of him and grabbed the razor and shaving cream. He was already trimmed nicely, but I wanted him to continuing building his confidence. As I got on my knees to remove the hair, it didn't take much touching before he was fully erect. I ignored it, and reminded him to stand still while I explained how to do the balls. Once I was done, I turned him around and got the few small hairs in his crack. "You might want to get someone to help you with your ass if you're not comfortable doing it yourself," I suggested.

"Yeah. I think it would be hard to see back there. I guess I could use a mirror though."

"True. That usually works well. Okay, put your hands behind your head."

"My hands?"

"Yep. I'm shaving the pits too. Time for you to be sexy as fuck."

"God, I'm gonna look like a little kid again."

"So? Enjoy it while you can. One day before you know it, you'll be old and wondering why you didn't do more as a kid."

"This is gonna get me teased a lot when someone sees it."

"So? If you're getting teased, you're getting noticed. How you react to it, will determine how popular you become. If you see it as a bad thing, the teasing will be horrible. If you embrace it as a good thing, others will be drawn to your confidence."

"I hope I can handle it. It's already pretty bad because I'm so much smaller."

"Size is just the distance between your head and the floor. Strength is how you react to situations that come at you." I think that's Confucius. I shaved his pits smooth and moved him into the shower to rinse everything off. "Now you look as sexy as fuck. Everyone who sees this body is gonna want to fuck you, girls or guys. Hell, I'll be even straight boys will want you."

"As a punching bag maybe."

"Darcy, a confident attitude on a guy will attract people to want to know you."

You make it sound simple, but it's not going to be easy."

"True, but the more you practice confidence, the easier it gets. You didn't think you could spend a weekend naked, but you did. Just keeping doing things that make you nervous and eventually you won't think twice about it."

I guess. I mean I was scared shitless the first time you made me walk around naked. Now it's much easier. I still get embarrassed though, mainly because of my size."

"No need to be. Nothing you can do about your height, so why concern yourself with it. You'll grow. Here's my next couple challenges for you."

"Like what?"

"Let's get you dried off first and see what you look like now that you're all smooth."

We dried and moved back to the bedroom where I stood him in front of the mirror. He moaned. "I look like I'm 10."

"Not with a cock this big you don't," I assured him as I reached down to grab the 7 inch pole sticking up between his legs. "See how much more pronounced it is without hair? Makes you look even fucking hotter."

"You're just saying that because you are horny," he grinned as he continued to look at himself, raising and arm to see it without hair.

"I'm saying it because it's true. Sex is just a product of you being hot. So now to the challenges," I smiled as I led him over to the bed where we sat on the edge. "Challenge one. From now on when you come over, before you come to the door, take your clothes off and leave them outside. They are now forbidden."

"The whole time?" He asked, looking shocked. "What if someone other than you answers the door?"

"Then you're going to get a very big smile from them. No one that hangs out here minds a naked guy showing up at the door. THAT I can promise."

"What if there are other people here, or girls?"

"Again, you'll just get a giant smile when they see how cute you are, and then they'll fight over who gets to have sex with you first. Trust me no one will mind. Hell, even Travis and Trevor would be more interested in who you are, than why you're naked. Everyone that comes over sees everyone naked at some point, even the straight boys."

"I think I'm going to have a panic attack again," He said taking a couple of deep breaths.

"No you're not. You didn't at the island. You had fun, right?"

"Yeah, but only because it was private and everyone else was naked too," he reasoned. "What if I get a boner while I'm here?"

"Then you get a boner. Trust me, no one will complain about THAT! Which brings me to my second challenge."

"I'm scared to ask," he said staring at me and swallowing hard.

"I want you to respond to any compliments or comments you get here with extreme confidence; so much so that you end up having sex with everyone that lives here."

"What? I could never do that. I wouldn't even know how to go about doing that," he responded sharply.

"You don't have to be the one to start it, at least not yet, but if someone sees you without clothes and makes a comment, respond to it positively. Like if they say you have a nice dick. Say something like, well, feel free to take a closer look. It likes the attention.' Or if they comment about your ass, and they WILL comment about it. It's one amazing ass. Reply with if you think it LOOKS great, you should taste it...or try it out.'"

"I might freeze or panic if I had to do that," he reasoned.

"Don't worry. I'll help you out at first. Let me ask you this, if someone in this house asked you for sex, would you turn them down?"

"Ummm, maybe not if it was just them around asking, but if I was in a group and someone asked, I probably wouldn't be able to reply. My mind would think I'm being set up to be ridiculed."

"Fair enough. But I'll help you get over that. So, your first two goals are to always be naked while you're over here visiting, and eventually to have had sex with everyone who lives here. Once you can do that, we'll move your confidence up a notch and go after the bullies."

"Please don't say you want me naked in the locker room at school and have sex with all the guys in my class," he begged, half joking, half serious.

"No. But let me ask this. Is there one guy who is the leader of the bullies?"

"Sure. He starts shit, and his gang follows along by cheering him on or getting involved when he tells them to."

"So as the saying goes, cut off the head of the snake and the rest will fall away."

"Decapitation is the best idea you have for them?"

"Not literally cutting off their heads, but how about giving them a taste of their own medicine. Go up behind the main bully and yank his pants down."

"Will we be having the funeral with an open or closed casket?" He asked shaking his head. "He'd instantly kill me."

"This is where you'd have to make a decision. You can be bullied for the rest of your time in school, or you could bring it to an instant stop."

"You're talking about fighting them, aren't you?"

"I'm talking about defending yourself, which at the same time would take away 90% of the power the bully has over you. Once others see you stand up to him, they'll feel more confidence too. Warn him that you know karate and tell him to stop picking on people he thinks he can intimidate."

"I don't think he'd care," Darcy replied. "He'd probably just think I was bullshitting."

"And there's where you take control. You've had set the proper grounds for self-defence. He attacks, you warn him of the potential consequences, he ignores them, and you kick his ass. That's why you're learning karate. To protect yourself. That's why Blake is learning it. Actually, scratch that. Blake is probably learning it to find out some way to use it to get laid."

Darcy laughed. "Blake doesn't need help getting laid."

"True, but he tries lots of new things. He's been in Scouts, does diving and wrestling, and now karate. By the time he's old enough to drive he's gonna be using the cars to get laid."

"Actually, those would work. Even I would probably have sex with someone to get a ride in any of those cars."

"I was thinking we should go down and check on the cars," I teased as I rubbed my chin.

"We're already naked and horny," Darcy reasoned. "We don't really need to go down to the cars, do we?"

"Nope," I grinned. "But before we get to sex, let's finish our conversation. We want to keep moving your confidence level up. Just think about those assholes at school. What could be more powerful than an angry bully being stopped dead in his tracks by someone half his size? When it's over, you can insist he leave everyone else alone too. You'll have more friends than your social calendar can handle after that. Once you're accepted, then it a much easier step to take someone into your confidence to let them know you're gay. After that, you can live your life without fear or worry."

"Like with you and Blake, right? I was scared to say anything to you before, but now I feel so much better that I did."

"Exactly. You wanna know what I think would be powerful when you're strong and confident at school?"

"Uhhh, getting on the intercom and saying I'm gay?" he joked.

"That might be a bit over powerful. I was thinking that you let Blake. or one of the guys you like from the Academy, take you to school one day. You walk up holding hands and he kisses you goodbye right in front of everyone."

"Fuck. I hope they supply body bags in the nurse's office," he said quickly, but not looking genuinely panicked.

"You wouldn't even have to acknowledge you were gay. You just say he's a friend, and you're comfortable with who you are. Minimize the event and be cool about it."

"Wow, I wish I were like you. These things all terrify me, but at the same time kinda excite me to think about."

"Just how excited is that?" I asked seductively as I reached over to take hold of his cock and pull him against me. He leaned in and I kissed him. He responded instantly, closing his eyes and allowing my tongue to slide passionately into his mouth. We made out for several minutes, before I flipped around so we were in a 69 position. I worked his cock and balls hard, stopping each time it felt like he was about to cum, which was a lot. His hair trigger was fully ready to go off and I wanted him to last much longer. I paused and jumped off the bed, pulling him to the side and got him on his hands and knees. "Wait there," I said as I quickly ran to the bathroom to grab a towel. I shoved it underneath him. "I don't want you to make a mess on the bed when you shoot your load," I explained.

"Good thinking," he replied.

"Thanks. Now let me get to work on this cute ass. I'm sure you'd like something slid in there, wouldn't you?"

"Yes! I've been hoping since the weekend that I could get sexed again soon," he said almost panting in excitement.

"Excellent. Then sexed you shall get! Spread those legs a bit more so I can get to that incredibly amazing ass," I told him as I dropped to my knees and buried my face in the open crack. No need to pull this boy's cheeks apart. They were wide open and his hole was pulsating in anticipation. I shoved my tongue into him and reached through his legs to play with his package as I did it. I made a point of also running my hand up his stomach to his chest and nipples. Every part of his body was stimulated for sex. He was so in heat that even his goosebumps had goosebumps. I grabbed the lube and began to finger it into him as I kissed each ass cheek in turn. I stood up and lay my pipe across his back and dripped lube onto it before inching back. I ran my cock up and down his crack, handsfree before shoving it between his legs to touch the back of his balls a few times. At one point he lifted a hand up, and I thought he might reach back to grab my dick to shove it into him, but he resisted and let me stay in control.

"Here we go, buddy. Relax that hole. Time to breed you," I said as I pushed the tip of my cock at his entrance. I pushed slowly and could feel him inhale at the touch. I ran one hand up and down his back while I used the other to guide myself into him. Once he opened and began to swallow my cock, I put a hand on his hip and gently slid inside his velvet tunnel. He threw his head up and gasped as I got halfway. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Your cock is so big, I still haven't got used to it."

"Is it hurting?"

"A bit, but I can handle it. I know it gets better once it's all the way in."

"You just need to get fucked a lot more. I know a few hundred guys that might be willing to help out."

"A few hundred? I dunno if I could do all that many."

"We'd only do half a dozen at a time. I don't want to wear out your hole and make it all sloppy," I teased as I gently fucked him, making a point of slapping my balls loudly against him on occasion so he could hear himself being nailed, as well as feel it. Each time I got in as deep as I could he moaned or squeaked. It was like playing a musical instrument.

The bedroom door opened and Darcy almost jumped a mile, but fortunately I was holding him down pretty firmly. "I'm home. Hey Darcy!" Blake said as he walked over to us. "God, I could hear you guys all the way down to the main road. How come you started without me?"

"Well, for one you weren't invited and two, we didn't know you'd be home yet."

"I'm home now," he grinned as he pulled his shirt off and unfastened his pants to let them fall to the ground before he kicked them off. "I'm so horny after being locked up at school all day. It's like being in Guantanamo."

"You think being in a maximum-security prison is like school? Small room, tortured all day, being told what to do and where to go, crappy food...wait...I hear it now. Never mind," I grinned as Blake dropped his underwear and jumped onto the bed. He stood up, straddled Darcy and faced me. He wasn't kidding about being horny. He was already fully hard and leaking pre-cum, and he hadn't done anything but take off his clothes. Blake pushed the top of his cock down so it was horizontal and aimed at my face. He reached out to grab the back of my head.

"Blake," I went to say to warn him, but never got to finish my thought because as soon as I opened my mouth, he shoved his cock in it and tried to go balls deep I had to reach out to stop him for being overly aggressive. I guess his Guantanamo school didn't allow for release of his pent-up energy. Blake didn't stay in place for long and when he'd had enough, he pulled out, dropped to his knees and reached under Darcy to play with his junk. Then he dove underneath suddenly.

"Hey. You shaved. Looks good. Nice and smooth. Good job."

"Yeah, we just did it. Did the pits, too," Darcy replied a little nervously as he raised his arms. It was a good attempt at a confident reply, but he could do better. I stepped in to help.

"Do you think it makes his package look bigger?" I asked leading the suggestion.

"Sure. I like smooth better for sure. Nothing worse than getting those little hairs in your mouth," Blake replied as he moved from underneath Darcy, and shuffled around to the front. He lined his cock up and fed it to his friend. "Just make sure you use lots of cream when you shave or you get those shitty red bumps. Then rinse in cold water. It helps the pores," Blake offered as advice.

"Thanks. I'll try that."

"I'm gonna cum soon, Darcy. Ready to have your boy pussy flooded?"

He couldn't reply with a mouthful of cock, but he managed a mumble and a nod. Blake quickly pulled out of Darcy and leapt off the bed to kneel down behind me. He reached between my legs to take a firm hold of my balls.

"Having fun?" I asked almost sarcastically, looking back at him. He just grinned as he glanced upward and leaned in to lick his thumb before shoving it up my ass as deep as it could go. That's all it took for me to jettison litres and litres of hot jizz into Darcy's tight welcoming love tunnel. Okay, that's bit of an exaggeration. It wasn't litres. Maybe a cup full.

"Okay, my turn," Blake said enthusiastically as he let go of me.

"How do you know I'm done?" I asked.

"Your balls stopped throbbing. That's how you know if some guy is coming or not. You hold his balls and you can feel them pumping out the load."

"Oh," I smiled as he stood up and watched me pull out. Blake reached over and grabbed my lubed and sperm wet cock. He slid his hand along it, before using what he rubbed off me to coat his own erection. He almost pushed me aside to put his cock at Darcy's hole and drove inside. This boy has some mad skills. I think he could teach college level sex. He crossed his arms to grab Darcy's ass cheeks and used that leverage to pound Darcy as hard as I've ever seen anyone nailed. Darcy moaned and squirmed loudly and if it hadn't been for the fact that his cock was rock hard, leaking, and throbbing wildly, I might have suggested to Blake that he take it easy. Blake was going so fast and deep that he was sweating and slapping hard against his buddy.

"Oh god!" Darcy cried out as his untouched cock exploded all over the bed beneath him. Blake looked to the side so he could see it, and to his credit almost didn't miss a stroke inside the tight ass.

As soon as he was done, Blake threw his arms in the air while continuing to fuck Darcy handsfree. "Boom bitch! And that's how you fuck, baby!" He moved his hips back and forth handsfree, almost to show off more than anything. Then he grabbed Darcy's ass again and picked up speed. I could see the pain beginning on Darcy's face now. Or more like it was the okay, I'm done with sex now,' face. It's like when you watch porn and you're like jerking off thinking you're the one in the video getting or giving it to the other person. You're screaming fuck that whore, or give it to him harder. Then you cum in an explosion that would make Hiroshima look like a firecracker. You look back at the screen and go Gross. What the fuck is hot about that?' And you turn it off before running to clean up. Am I right? While I was contemplating all that in my head, Blake came inside Darcy, making it loudly know to everyone that he had reached his orgasm and that it was the biggest and best orgasm in the world. Better than anyone else had ever done. Great people everywhere said so. With this kind of thinking the boy could be President of the United States.

"Whew, I needed that. That should get me through until bedtime," he said pulling out and looking first at his dick and then at Darcy's hole. "You gonna have cum running out of therefor weeks dude. Come on. Let's go to my room and get cleaned up."

Darcy scrambled off the bed and grinned at both of us. "Thanks for showing me how to shave, Justin. Oh, and for the sex. That was also fun."

"Not as much fun as when I arrived," Blake bragged. "You two are so vanilla. You needed some spicy Blake in the mix to get you both off."

I rolled my eyes and let the boys run off, after they collected their clothes. It was about an hour before they resurfaced headeding to the front door. "I called the car service as he has to get home," Blake explained. I said goodbye and almost as soon as the car was out of the driveway, Blake turned to look at me. "Pervert."

"Insult or compliment?" I inquired.

"It is what it is. Nice deal with Darcy. He told me what you guys talked about. You just want to keep him naked so you can fuck him every time he comes over. I can see it in your eyes."

"You can't see shit," I fought back playfully. "You assume because I've fucked him a few times that I'd want him all the time."

"Hey, I don't blame you. He's got a pretty amazing body, and that ass is to die for."

"And I'm the pervert," I laughed as we headed back to the kitchen.

"So who's next?"

"Next for what?"

"As his sex partner? He's already had you, me and Kyle. I think you should give him to Ben next."

"He's not a bowl of candy. I'm not just handing him around. We're building his confidence."

"Dad, he kinda is a bowl of candy. He's sweet, fun to pop in your mouth and suck on, and when you're finished you have a mouthful of a unique tasty flavour."

I rolled my eyes. "The idea is for him to accept compliments and respond confidently. Not to just be handed to someone for sex."

"You can hand me to someone for sex. I wouldn't mind," he smirked.

"It's not you I'd be worried about. It's the person I gave you to. They'd be pissed that I promised someone to have good sex with and didn't deliver."

"Fake news," Blake replied shaking his head. "Oh, don't worry about the naked thing. I told him I run around here naked all the time. So do lots of the other guys. I told him he'd fit right in. I think we should make that a house rule. Anyone who comes over must leave their clothes outside."

"I'd not object to that, but we'd never get anything done with guys always running around naked."

"Yeah," he sighed. "That WOULD be a great idea. But for now, I'll go make a list of all the guys Darcy should hook up with."

And just like that he ran off to work on his project. He must have heard Colin come home as he ran down to greet him. Great, now he's a puppy. First time he licks me or humps my leg, out he goes. There was only the three of us for dinner, so we made pizza. Well, we made it by calling our Dominos for delivery.

"Blake, we have a bit more to tell you about how I came to meet John and it's a little complicated. You may not be really happy with me when I'm done," I said as we sat with Blake.

"Fuck my life!" He said out of the blue. "Now what?"

"I think it's important for you to know how things got to where they are and what we need to do from this point to bring John home to you. Or we can just take our chances and hope for the best," I said bluntly.

"No. I want to know everything."

I took a deep breath and explained the story about how I went to the cabin for a weekend and met Jimmy on the last day. Then I explained how I got to know the older boy and found out more about their family, and took DNA to compare.

"Wow. That's like a mega amount of luck. I guess it was God giving you directions after hearing my call to him. Probably."

Or not that. "I actually had no intention of going to meet them that next day, but curiosity got the better of me as it was a bit of a roleplaying thing, so I went to check it out."

"Good thing you did, huh?" He sat there thinking for a moment and then looked at us. "So the older guy who took you to the cabin, was that John's foster Dad? And who was the other boy? His son, or just some rando that he picked up like you?"

"No, the guy wasn't John's foster Dad. I don't know if I can tell you who everyone is just yet. Blake, I think we're all in agreement that our only goal is to get John home to you so you can be his big brother, right?"

"That is the only goal Dad. I don't care if we have to go in there with an AK and the S.W.A.T. team, and burn the place to the ground," he said definitively.

"Okay, parental controls on cops shows from now on, "Colin joked.

"Hopefully it won't be that difficult to get him back, but what is important is how we do it. If I tell you where he's staying, and you go in there with guns blazing and demand to see him, social services will step in and we'll never get him back. Part of this battle is that the Campbells are anti-gay, so if they think they have any information to use against us to stop John from being placed here, they'll use it. Does that make sense?"

"Sure. But how would my seeing John affect that? I just want to make sure he's okay. So if that guy isn't John's foster father, who was he, and why was John up there with all of you while you were playing a sex game? Are they using him for sex?"

"No. That I can absolutely promise. In fact, John is very much like you were at 10. Do you remember back that far?" I inquired.

"Dad. I can remember being in the womb and looking around going, `we gotta get some furniture for this place...and some leg room.'"

"Funny. I'm talking about the 10-year-old that hid in the closets to watch us having sex, then sneaking up to get a closer look, or always trying to join in. That 10-year-old."

"Yeah. The good old days," he sighed with a smile.

"Well...that's where John is right now. He's starting to be curious about more things. He looks to his foster brother, like he looked at you before all this other stuff happened. He wants to learn from him."

"I get that. James is kinda starting to ask questions about things he sees too. Probably not as much as I did, but he does ask stuff. Like why does his penis have skin over the head and mine doesn't, and why some farts smell and others don't. I answer the best I can, but one day he's gonna ask a tough one."

"Welcome to the world of being a big brother, or a parent," Colin smiled. "Think of all the tough questions you've asked us...or will ask us. Then of course there's the `I know' phase, where everything we tell you, you say you know already."

"Mostly it's because I do," he said confidently. "It's not because I'm ego-testicle or anything. It's because I'm smarter than most guys."

"Well, as long as you're not egotistical," I laughed. Ego-testicle. That boy sure loves to mix up words. I still think he does it on purpose.

"If I tell you the rest, will you promise not to do anything, and just let us go through this process step by step? We have a lot of hoops to jump through to make sure we all have our story straight so the Campbells can't keep John from you."

"I promise."

"I mean it Blake. If there was ever a time that we need you to be mature and grown up, it's now."

"I think I've proved I can handle things, Dad, but I promise to let you guys handle it as long as you keep me involved."

"I think that's fair," Colin agreed. I nodded, and again reiterated that he needed to stay calm and just listen to what I was about to tell him without freaking out. I was already internally freaking out, and you know what they say, `two freak outs don't make you calm.'

"The boy I met up at the cabin was Layne," I said as directly as I could as I looked at Blake.

"Layne? Like Layne Layne? My friend, Layne?" He asked, looking as if I'd punched him in the stomach after a big lunch.

"Yes. Remember, by the time I met John, Layne and I had already had sex. John arrived after it was all over and just wanted to go swimming," I said leaving out the part about him crawling all over us to see what we were doing.

"Yeah, but then you made friends with him and did more stuff, and brought him over here. And you never once told me who he was?"

"Blake, take a breath. I didn't tell you, or anyone for that matter until I was sure that Jimmy was actually John. I didn't want to stir shit up unnecessarily. I kept seeing Layne so I had access to his life and to try and find out more about Jimmy without letting on what I was doing. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah. But why didn't you tell me once you found out? I've been having sex with Layne."

"As soon as we got confirmation, we told you. I promise. It's not something that we want to keep from you, but I had to make absolutely sure before I gave you hope, and then it turned out to be false. You would have been devastated."

"I guess that's true. So who was the man that took you to the cabin?" Then it must have hit him as he leapt up off the couch. "Oh SHIT! Oh shit! Shit. Shit. Shit. It was his Uncle Steve, wasn't it? Oh my god. Is that where Jimmy is? With those guys?"

"Blake. Calm down. Deep breaths buddy or you're going to hyperventilate. Remember, you promised to be mature."

"Mature? Mature! I'll give you mature. I've met Layne's Uncle Steve, did you know that?"

Colin stared at me and gave me an almost invisible shrug with his eyes. I think that meant, you wanted him to know the truth, so...

"I learned about it from Layne," I admitted.

"Did he tell you that we were in his room having sex and his uncle walked in and watched?" He asked as he sat back down with us.

"He did. Not to change the subject, but I though you like people watching."

"I do. People I like, anyway. He sat on the bed beside us and checked me out by rubbing his hands all over me. Then he felt my junk to see how deep inside Layne I was. Then he fingered my ass, rimmed it and finally fucked me until he came. He pulled me out of Layne so he could see how big I was, and made Layne suck me off. I had to stay naked for dinner and he did me again in the kitchen. He's pretty aggressive, Dad. I didn't like it as much as I do with just Layne."

"I'm sorry that I didn't mention him earlier. I had no idea you were going over to Layne's place. I understand from Layne that John wasn't there when you were over."

"No. He was at the other house. I guess that was probably a good thing, right? I mean if he'd been there and I'd seen him, I'd have freaked out, or he might have remembered me and all hell would have broken loose."

"True. So, we can circle back to Steve and Layne in a minute. Right now, where we're at is at bit of a mess. Since I met Jimmy, John, at the cabin, he knows who I am. He also knows I've had sex with his brother and uncle, on more than one occasion, as I also got swept up in Steve's games every time I went over to see if I could learn more. If he acknowledges that he knows me, that's going to be one of those situations the Campbells might use against us. Something along the lines of corrupting their son and being a bad influence on John."

"But Layne and his uncle are both gay too. How can the Campbells be okay with that and not us?"

"They're not okay with it. Right now, Layne and Steve are keeping their orientation a secret. That's why Layne isn't out to people at school. If it got back to his parents, he feels they might throw him out. John has been told if he says anything he would probably be taken away and not be allowed to see them anymore, so he's kept the secret too."

Blake looked up at us and his eyes were welling up. "Dad? Do you think Layne and Steve are having sex with John? I mean they are both pretty assertive when they want something, and if John is already curious, do you think they're...you know...using him?"

"From what I've seen and heard, they aren't having sex with John. He's too young and both guys still protect him, but don't hide the sex that happens. He's probably watching and learning, the same as you did at that age. I think Layne has probably explained a few things to him and maybe even shown him a couple of things, like many older brothers would. If anything, John is exactly like you were. He'll be getting morning stiffies and rubbing them against things until it feels good. Maybe he'll climb into bed with Layne and try to hump him, like you use to do."

"What do you mean like he USED to do. He's still doing it," Colin said quickly.

"Yeah, but now I'm big enough to actually get some action," Blake said with a thin smile as he wiped his eyes.

"Blake. All I can tell you, and shortly you'll see for yourself, is that John is happy, healthy and doing really well. No one is hurting him and he's safe. Our only concern is that we want you and him to be reunited. If John didn't have you waiting for him, I'd be happy letting him stay where he is as he's having a good life. At least that part of it he can remember. But he's your brother and belongs here."

"So let's go bust him out. Dad, I promise that as soon as he's back here I'll protect him to the death. I'll never let him out of my sight."

"I think that might smother him a bit. Anyway, you have to let him out of your sight some times. He has to go to school," Colin reasoned.

"I was thinking about that. I'll just home school him."

"You will huh? And how will you get an education if you're here teaching John?" Colin inquired.

"I'll hire a tutor for both of us."

"I appreciate your concern, but hopefully it won't come to that. If we do everything step by step as Justin explained, hopefully it will all go smoothly. If we encounter any bumps, we'll deal with it."

"You said that there might be a chance they won't let John live here because we're gay, or gay adjacent?"

"That's what they said, but the law is not on their side. If it got out that their uncle was having wild sex parties and we were involved somehow, neither family would get to keep John."

"Would they take me away too?" He asked concerned. Now if I was an evil guy, I'd say yes as a way to control him, but I always wanted to be able to tell Blake the truth and have him feel confident enough to also tell me anything honestly.

"No. We adopted you, so they would have no grounds to take you away."

"Dads. Man to man. If things go bad and we don't think we'd win, you mentioned that the Campbells invited me to live with them as well. What if I agree to that before any decision, and then when I've infiltrated their family, I sneak John out in the middle of the night and we head for non-extradition country like Alaska or something?"

"First...Alaska? Seriously, jump on the jet and go to Tahiti or Jamaica. You could live on the beach and scope out hot dudes."

"JUSTIN!" Colin barked at me.

"What? Alaska? Don't we have extradition with the U.S.? And second, you'd be a minor fleeing with another minor. There'd be an Amber alert on the two of you so fast, you'd never make it to the airport before you were caught."

"I'd take back roads. Live off the land," he reasoned.

"Blake, you couldn't live off the fridge, never mind the land," I joked.

"Okay, how about this approach. We get Layne to tell his parents that he's gay and when they go batshit crazy, we use that against them to prove they're unfit to have John. We win."

"We talked about that. Trouble is in that scenario; Layne is the one that gets hurt. We may gain John, but he loses his home."

"Fine, we take them both in, but just to be clear. John is MY brother, not Layne's, and no one is touching him."

"Blake. It would be exactly the same with John as it is with James. We let them be kids for as long as possible before they start thinking about girls, or boys, as the case may be. You already know John would be safe here, because you're safe here."

"Exactly. But what do I do if he starts acting like I did when I was 10? I don't want my kid brother running around and jumping into bed with everyone."

"Oh how the tables have turned," Colin laughed. "We didn't want you doing that either, but the more we told you not to, the more you did it. Look at how that turned out. You're 14 and have had sex with more people than most 25 years olds have had in their entire lives."

"Hey. Not my fault I'm a fast learner. Don't worry, I've got a plan to keep John from becoming me. I'm going to keep him in my room until he's finished puberty."

"Now that I'd like to see. You're going to keep John with you 24/7, never letting him out of your sight and making him sleep in the same room. I'm in favour."

"You are?" Colin and Blake asked at the same time. Both equally surprised.

"Sure. It's a win win. Blake won't have free time. He's going to forbid John to do anything sexual until puberty is over, which is usually 16. That's six more years, which put Blake at 20 before he can have sex again himself since he's tied to John until then. I say we go for it. Blake has John 24/7. We bring in tutors for schooling. Make clothing mandatory, including for swimming. Yep, I'd say you're on to something," I nodded.

"Wait...why would I have to give up sex?" He asked.

"Because you're going to have John with you 24 hours a day, and you already said you don't want him exposed to sex, to avoid him becoming like you," I clarified.

"It was just one idea. I'll have to think about it more," he said back stepping just a little. "So? What's next? Are we going over to meet him now, or should we do a drive by snatch and grab from the school?"

"Yeah. You're gonna end up on the RCMP most wanted list, aren't you?" Colin chuckled.

"I think the next step is for you and I to go and have a meeting with Steve and Layne to get our story straight about how we know each other. We will keep it as close to the real story as possible in case John lets something slip that he shouldn't."

Cool. Let's go make a meetin'," Blake said enthusiastically, jumping up again. "The faster we do this, the faster I get to see John again. Ummm...don't get mad or anything, but I'm still kinda pissed that you didn't tell me about Layne and Steve until now. So, no offense but I don't really wanna spend time with you right now until I have some time to think about everything you just told me."

"Take whatever time you need, Blake, but know we're here if you want to talk, or ask more questions. I'll let you know as soon as I set up a meeting with Steve and Layne," I replied feeling a little hurt, but understood his emotions.

"Fine. Oh, thanks for finally telling me though, even if I am super pissed off." He left and ran upstairs.

"That went well," I said, not sure if I was being sarcastic or meant it. Blake's reaction was all over the place. No doubt he'll do as he always does. He'll think it through, process everything, then confront us with his findings.

Colin hugged me and we agreed that at least things were out in the open now so we could move to the next step. I made a call to Steve to arrange something. We planned for Saturday afternoon because they'd both be there and Jimmy wouldn't as he had some play date at a friend's birthday party and sleepover.

I was right about Blake. Then next day after school, he asked if he could talk to me as soon as he got home. I agreed and went to sit in the great room.

"No, could we talk in the office, please? Like in private."

That was new, but I obliged him and we went to the office, where he closed and locked the door behind us. He must have done some heavy duty thinking. He lay on the couch with his head on the arm rest. "Okay, you have to pull your chair up," he said. "I want this to be a doctor/patient thing, not a dad/son thing. So you're not allowed to tell anyone, right?"

"Correct. But Blake, are sure you want this kind of conversation with me? Sometimes if you're spilling your thoughts, it's easier to do it to a stranger."

"I've never been nuts enough to need a shrink before, Dad, so I guess I'll have to see how it goes. I figure I could try it with you, and if it helps, then I could always get a real pyscho guy to listen to me."

"That's psychologist, NOT psycho guy," I smirked as I pulled the other chair closer. "And as for being nuts...well, let's just say if we'd gotten some early tests done, you may have had a chance at normal."

"True. True. Okay, so how do we start? Do I have to close my eyes and you hypnotize me or something?"

"Blake. This isn't a carnival act. You just tell me what's on your mind and we go from there. You can lie down as you are, or sit up, or even walk around if it makes you feel better."

"What about if I want to take my clothes off?"

"Not usually something you do in a therapy session?" I grinned.

"What if I was going to a sex therapist?"

"Are you? Going to a sex therapist, I mean?"

"I dunno. What do you specialize in?" He asked looking over at me. I had no idea if this was a serious question, or Blake being Blake.

"How about you leave the clothes on and tell me what you've been thinking about," I suggested, or his hour would be up before we got past his stupid questions.

"You're the doc, doc," he said turning his head to look back up at the ceiling. "Okay, so you know the whole issue with John and his foster family?"

"Yes," I said trying to get serious and forget this was my son in therapy with me.

"Well, I was thinking about tons of stuff, and I'm worried that we're all gonna fuck it up and lose John forever."

"What leads you to that thought?" I asked quietly as I'd been trained. Normally, I'd just tell him not to worry, and that we won't fuck it up, but this was therapy. The idea wasn't to tell him what to think, but to guide him to where he got his own rational thoughts. We could be in for multiple sessions.

"All it's gonna take is for one of us to say or do something wrong while the Campbells are checking up on us and poof, it's over. I was thinking of some ways to fix it, but I wanted to talk it out and not have someone tell me I'm stupid."

"Do a lot of people tell you you're stupid?"

"Not really. But kinda. They don't say `stupid', just things like you should wait until you're older, or you can't do that until you're 16, or you shouldn't get fisted until you finish growing, or wear your seatbelt unless you aren't planning to get to your next birthday. Even telling me things like wear a condom so you don't get a girl pregnant, makes me feel like I'm stupid or something. Okay, in fairness, the condom one is pretty sound advice. Last thing I need is a kid. Which is ironic, because that's why I'm here...to talk about my kid brother."

All I was thinking in my head was, `Wow this kid rambles on and on. It's like his mouth took ex-lax.'

"And what about your kid brother is bothering you?" I asked pushing him along.

"Now that I know he's alive, all I can think about is what we used to be like before the fire. We were best friends. I mean he was sometime a little pain in the ass, especially when I wanted to do stuff for my age and he wanted to tag along, but now I realize how much I miss that stuff and want it back."

"Do you think you'll get it back if he's back here living with us?"

He turned his head to stare at me. "Of course. I think it's imperative that we get him home as fast as possible so that I can look after him."

"What if it isn't the same as you remember? How will you adapt?"

"I think I'll adapt okay. Just like I did when I moved here. I figure John will take some time to get used to all of us, just as I did, but then he'll fit in."

"You know that he doesn't have memories prior to the fire. How will you handle it if those memories never come back?"

"Is that possible?"

"I think the consensus is that in time, his memory will return, in whole or in part. I think what's important is that everything possible should be done to shake them loose before he gets too much older and those memories fade away with age."

"I don't think I'd like to shake him that much. I think if I just tell him stories about us, that might work too."

I didn't bother to explain that I didn't mean literally pick the kid up and shake the stuffing out of him. "I'm sure it wouldn't hurt," I agreed.

"This is what I was thinking...and this is the part where you have to be a shrink and not my dad," he pre-warned. "I don't want to leave it to chance that John might not come home, so I came up with some ideas."

"Ideas to get John to live with you?" I asked to be sure.

"Yes. I know you guys as parents want to go through all the regular channels, go to court, shit like that, but I think we should just do something more."

"Like what were you thinking of doing, exactly?"

"Well for one, we could buy him back. I could meet the Campbells and tell them he's my brother by birth and it's not fair to keep him. I could offer them a million dollars. If they wanted more, we could agree to whatever it would take. 10 million, a 100 million. Anything."

"And what if they are true to who they say they are and really want to adopt John as their son, showing that money isn't an issue?"

"Everyone has their price. If someone gave me 10 million bucks for any of you guys, I'd sell. I'd even throw in one of the cars for that price, so they got value for their money," he said grinning as he continued to stare at the ceiling. I almost looked up to see what he found so interesting up there. "Not like the Campbells couldn't still visit."

"Logical. What other ideas came to mind?" I didn't bother reminding him that Jimmy wasn't the Campbells to sell. That would be up to the Ministry.

"We could get them a new kid. Maybe like the same age and size."

"Swap him out for a different one," I nodded, almost amused. "Like Jimmy 2.0."

"Exactly. They just want another kid and a brother for Layne, so get them one that doesn't actually have family anywhere. A kid that'd appreciate a nice family, with a horny brother and crazy uncle thrown in."

"Do you think the Campbells would just say, `oh sure, any kid is fine. We'll swap. Or do you think that maybe they've gotten attached to whom they've gotten to know, and care about."

"I think it would ease the pain of losing John if they had another kid to focus on. I mean if we get custody of John anyway, they're gonna feel bad. If we get them a replacement as part of the swap, then they might not even notice."

"Are you just hoping they won't notice, or do you believe that?"

"Not sure."

"If we swapped out Cory for a stranger, would you notice?" I asked as a comparison.

"Sure. I'd miss him tons as he's my best friend, but maybe the new guy could become just as good a friend."

"In time, maybe. Do you think you'd forget Cory, or love him less if he was replaced?"

"Probably not. I see your point. I also thought about one other thing you said. Me living there with them. I could go in, screw with their lives until they were sick of me and John, and threw us out."

"Or more likely, they'd just throw you out and use it as their logic to keep John away from us."

"This is tougher than I thought. Okay, the only thing I got left is to put an ad on the dark web for an assassin. It might be expensive though, but not like millions, so it might be cheaper than buying John back. We have the Campbells eliminated, and then we'd get John and Layne."

"Probably not Layne. I'm sure the Campbells would have a will to dictate who would get custody of him. John would definitely be taken back to child services, and more than likely given to us. Layne might end up with Steve."

"Great. That's the solution then. I'll place an ad as soon as we're done."

"Except for the whole murdering people. A double homicide would see you in jail for life."

"I'm a minor. Most I'd get would be 4 years. I'd be out by 18."

"So that would be another four years of your life you'd miss out on your brother growing up? The time he probably will need you the most. Puberty. Learning about girls. Needing a role model."

"That's assuming the assassin got caught and gave me up in the process. That's why you use the dark web. You can't trace that shit, and you use bitcoin. It's not like I'm putting an ad on marketplace. Geez. You really gotta learn how the internet works."

"It looks like you've done a lot of thinking on the issue. Do you really think those are the best approaches to ensure John will be happy at coming to live here?"

"Probably not a first. But once he gets familiar with stuff, he'll be fine."

"You don't think having his family murdered could have another affect on his trauma level?"

"Oh yeah. I guess it would, huh? I think that maybe if he just meets me and hears about what great times we used to have that he'll start to remember, and then coming to live here will be something he wants to do."

"I think that might be the best way to start," I agreed trying not to congratulate myself for averting an assassination.

"Cool. Okay, so we go that solved. Now can we talk about me?"

"It's your dime."

"That's all you charge? Dude, you're never gonna get rich like that," he said staring at me playfully.

"True. It's just a saying."

"How do sayings like that happen?" He asked shaking his head.

"This one I know. Payphones used to cost 10 cents to make a phone call. So, when you talked to someone it cost a dime. Hence `it's your dime' became a saying."

"That's cool. Now what could we say? It's your data," he suggested. "Or...it's your battery."

"I'm sure you'll work on it. What about you would you like to talk about?"

"I think I'm confused about stuff."

"Any stuff in particular?"

"Yeah. Mostly who I'm supposed to be. I mean I like hanging out with all my friends, especially those that are wicked horny like I am all the time. I also like the quiet shy boys that I can help become un-shy. It's always fun to get them to become more outgoing. But I also like girls and how they smell and act all different than boys. Plus, sex is really different with them. They're not just into getting off and going on with their day. They like to be more gushy and romantic about it; which is nice a lot of the time. Then there's you guys. You're all super confusing. One minute you're okay if I have sex around you and join in, other times you say I'm not old enough, other times you say you'll treat me like an adult with no limits, and then immediately have a limit. I'm becoming so neurotic that I actually need a shrink."

"Let's start with the confusion with boys and girls. Do you think you need to choose between them?"

"No. Not right now. But one day I may want to get married and have kids."

"True. Do you see that more with a girl or a boy?"

"I guess I see it with a girl. Only because that makes more sense, "cause the girl can get pregnant with my own kid."

"Would it be possible to marry a boy and have a kid with a surrogate mother?"

"Is that like an indigenous girl?"

"What?"

"Surrogate?"

"No," I said laughing slightly. "A surrogate is a woman who has the baby for you and you pay her for her time to carry and deliver the baby for you."

"Oh. So I have sex with her, knock her up, and then she hands over the baby when it pops out?"

"You don't have to have sex with her. Usually you masturbate your sperm into a cup and it's put together with her eggs until they connect. Then it's placed inside the woman to grow."

"Remind me to check all our cups before I drink anything from now on," he joked. "Okay, I'll look into that. But do you think I would have a better life with a wife or a husband?"

"I can't answer that. Only you will know what's right when the time comes. You'd marry the person you fall in love with. If that's a girl or a boy will depend on how well you connect."

"Do you think a girl would be open to me fooling around with other people after we're married, like you and Colin do?"

"Again, it would depend on the girl and what she's comfortable with. You'd find that out as you got to know her."

"Okay. So how do I deal with you guys confusing me? This is the part where you have to be my psychologist and not my Dad, right? If you give me advice, you'd have to act like you didn't know when I tried the advice out."

"Sounds like I should have dual personalities. I have an idea if you're interested. Since you're asking advice about people who live here and how you'd like to be treated, maybe I'm not the best person to ask."

"Colin, huh? He's older so he probably knows this stuff better. Good thinking," Blake said looking at me and nodding his head.

"Actually, I was thinking maybe Nate would like to take you on as a client. We're going to be partners in our practice, and you already know him, so you could talk openly and not worry about a conflict of interest."

"Nate's a straight guy, right?"

"Right, but he's pretty knowledgeable about gay things too, and is open minded. Do you think it would make sense to get advice from him?"

"Open minded huh? Does that mean you've boned him?"

"Blake. Focus. Would you like me to see if he's available to talk to?"

"Couldn't hurt. That way you wouldn't feel conflicted about keeping any secret I might tell you."

"Exactly."

"Would he tell you stuff after our session?"

"No. He wouldn't be allowed to unless you gave him permission. Once we're in our offices after we graduate, we could consult on patients together, but he wouldn't be able to talk to me about you if you didn't allow it."

"Cool. Okay let's do that. Is he free now?"

"I'll find out." I made a call to Nate to see if he was interested. He basically jumped at the chance. I don't know if he was more interested in helping Blake, or finding out deep dark secrets about me. Either way, I'll never know. I took him over to the apartment and said I'd be back in an hour. As I pulled the door closed behind me as I left, I heard Blake say, `should I get naked?' The next call I'm going to get will be from Nate asking to be a patient, or suggest I pay triple rates.

When I returned an hour later, Blake had a smile on his face and thanked Nate for the session. He said he'd see him next week. I offered to pay Nate for his time, but he refused, saying he was happy to do it. If Blake thinks charging a dime wasn't enough, Nate is in for some abuse on Blake's next visit.

"How'd it go?" I asked on the drive home.

"Good. It was the right call for me to talk to Nate. It was way easier to discuss stuff with him."

"I thought it might. Was he helpful?"

"I think so. I guess I'll find out. What are we doing next?"

"You mentioned the dark web earlier. I was thinking of how much I could get if I sold you on there."

"Not a lot, Dad. They mainly look for younger kids. I think they like getting some that they aren't set in their ways already. Older kids are pretty much adults and like to test the rules. Little kids do as they're told."

"You've never tried reasoning with a four-year-old I take it?" I laughed.

"I have. Two of them. Travis and Trevor. And John I guess when he was little. Oh, I've decided to just let you guys do what you're gonna do to get John home. I'll be available 24/7 in case you needed my schedule for planning a meeting. I just want my brother back."

"We all do," I assured him as we got home. "We just have a few hurdles to clear before that. Child services needs to make sure this is a good home for him."

"It is. I could tell them that. Look at all the stuff we have. What kid wouldn't want to live here?" Blake said becoming more animated. "Once he finds out we have our own boat, plane and private island, he's gonna move in the same day."

"Our ability to provide for John is not in question. The same as it wasn't an issue when you came to live here, or even Jason's boys, but it'll be a bit different with John," Colin explained.

"How come?" Blake asked. You could almost see the wheels turning in his head.

"Well, the Campbells don't believe that John should be raised in this environment, with two same sex parents."

"That's such bullshit. You guys don't have sex the same way AT ALL!" He joked. "Seriously though, you guys are great parents!"

"Thanks. There is no question about our parenting with regards to this."

"Well... I wouldn't go that far," Blake grinned. "I still don't have a tiger or a cannon."

"A cannon? That's new," I said frowning slightly.

I saw it on a video. We could put it at the end of the yard and use it to protect our property from people who try to climb up from the ocean and invade us," he said thoughtfully. I had no idea if he was serious, or just being imaginative. "I figure I could probably modify it so it could shoot harpoons too. That way we could catch whales and big fish if the apocalypse comes."

"Okay, back to the situation," I said trying to get both of us to focus again. My mind was already picturing how we were planning on getting a several ton whale up the hill after we'd harpooned it. That seems like it's way more work than just going to Safeway, even if you add in having to fight zombies. That night Blake made a point of telling everyone he'd been to a therapist and he was really getting some good advice. He recommended Nate to the whole family. Nate is going to become our in-house psychologist at this rate.

The next day at school, I caught up with Nate. "So how was your session with Blake?" I asked curiously.

"Good. He's really a great kid. You should be proud of him."

"We are, just don't tell him that all the time or it'll go to his head."

"He's certainly a lot more mature than most 14-year-olds I've ever met. Talks more like an adult than a teenager."

"That might have something to do with growing up in a house full of guys who say and do what they want. He isn't exposed to a lot of filters."

"I noticed," Nate laughed.

"Anything I need to know?"

"Nothing I can discuss," Nate replied. "I figured that's why you brought him to me so he could talk freely and not worry about it getting back to you."

"True. Just curious."

"Don't worry. If I thought he was telling me something you should know, I advised him to tell you. From the sound of it though, there aren't really a lot of secrets between any of you anyway."

"I like to believe that, but he's at that age where he may want to keep things private," I added.

"Blake doesn't seem to have problems expressing himself, or saying whatever he's thinking," Nate grinned.

"Yeah, that's certainly true. When I was leaving him with you, I almost came back in when I heard him ask if he should get naked."

Nate laughed. "Yeah, that one surprised me a little too. I assured him he could leave his clothes on. I couldn't tell if he was relieved or disappointed."

"Definitely disappointed," I clarified.

"I asked him why he thought he should be naked, and he told me that you revealed that I like to be undressed at home."

"I guess I did. I think it was after you were over swimming one day. Blake asked if you and I were having sex. I explained who you were, and that you were straight but comfortable being naked."

"That explains it. I like Blake though. He's extremely mature for his age."

"Sometime a good thing, other times, I just wish he'd stay a kid and not be in a hurry to grow up."

"Said every parent, ever," Nate chuckled. "So, tell me how that makes you feel?"

"Shut up. You're not getting in my head."

"I'll let you blow me," he teased.

"Well it all started at birth when I popped out and looked around, then yelled back to my brother that it looked fine out here and he should come see," I said with a big grin. I wonder how long I'll need to keep talking to qualify for the prize offered. "Will this be your signature move to get your patients to talk? Offering sex."

"If it works..." Nate nodded. "I just thought I should let you know that I'll be running an all female clientele when we open our practice."

"You'll be broke. There's no way that many women will want sex with you."

"Ouch," he said feigning hurt.

"You could open an all gay clientele. You could retire by 30."

"Let me guess...You'd be one of my clients?" He smirked.

"Bitch please! I'd be your favorite and most regular client."

"I have no idea whether that means you'll be having more sex with me than anyone, or if you're just so crazy you'll need constant therapy."

"No idea, but I know it means at least one of us will be on our back during the session."

Nate shook his head. "What am I getting myself into? I coulda been a trash collector."

"You kinda are. Collecting the trash from the minds of the confused and questioning."

"Nice," he said fist bumping me.

The next day we were all a little nervous. Not Nate, he was fine...just so you know we're not talking about him anymore. Colin, Blake and I were getting ready for our first meeting with the Campbells, including John/Jimmy. Blake had changed so many times, he'd run out of clothes and was rooting around in other closets to get that perfect look. He said he needed a look that said 10-year-old Blake to jog John's memory, but mature enough to show 14-year-old Blake. He'd pulled out pictures of himself 3½ years ago to see how he was dressing back then, which to me didn't seem that much different that what he was wearing now, but to Blake he'd changed a lot. He even tried combing his hair the same way, so it's a good thing that it was back to the longer shaggy hair of his younger days. He even spent half an hour shaving. Shaving what I have no idea, but when he came to see us in our bathroom, he made us feel his upper lip to make sure there was no stubble. Does peach fuzz get stubble? He said 10-year-old Blake wouldn't have had hair there yet. I almost reminded him that 10-year-old Blake also wouldn't have had pubes either, but since he probably wasn't going to take clothes off on a first meeting, that point didn't need to be made. By the time he was done and satisfied with his look, he had actually done a good job. He looked like a mature teenage 10-year-old. Colin and I had put on some nice clothes too. Not like a suit so that we looked unapproachable, but not ripped jeans and a t-shirt that said queers for beers. More in the middle. Casual pants and button up shirts. We also shaved and did our hair. We got inspected by Blake and received the seal of approval. I don't know if it would matter as I wasn't changing. I had bigger worries on my mind. Today's meeting would all hinge on whether Jimmy would say anything about knowing me or not. If Layne and Steve had done their job, he'd be quiet and things should go smoothly. If he ran up, hugged me and said it was nice to see me again...and that he liked it better when I was naked. Then this day could go horribly wrong. Is now a good time for a Xanax? I'd even settle for a pot edible. We could swing by the government pot store to grab some gummies before the meeting.

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