The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

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Chapter 192

"That's it! That's the last straw," Blake yelled from the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" I asked as Colin and I looked over.

"Huh? Nothing. I was just saying this is the last straw," he giggled holding one up. "We need more."

"Actually, plastic straws are banned now," Colin reminded him.

"Yeah, apparently people are flinging them into the ocean and causing climate change," I said adding my vast knowledge of this subject into the conversation.

"Duh," Blake said as he came over to sit beside us. "It causes the ocean levels to rise with all the junk people throw in it. Then cities flood and ruin fields with crops in it and people starve. I agree that we need to do our part to save the planet. From now on, no straws!" He said as he pulled the straw out and dropped it onto the coffee table.

"That seems counter productive," Colin said to him.

"Huh?"

"Well, the straw is already here, and you're using it. Might make more sense to keep using it, and when you're done, wash it and put it away until the next time you want one. When it's unusable, we throw it out. We have tons of the reusable plastic and metal straws if we really need one."

With the great straw debate out of the way, we talked about more ideas to save the planet. Biggest things we came up with were have less people and cows. We've got a call in to Thanos to help with that one. We agreed to switch at least 25% of our meat to the meat substitute stuff, which was actually pretty good now. Sometimes you can barely tell the difference and it saves a ton of resources. We're already morphing towards more electric cars and using solar power, so that's a big one. I suggested that when we use the plane to go somewhere, we could go to one of those shared hitchhiker sites to see if anyone is going where we are and give them a ride. Like ride sharing for rich people. There are no plastic bags at stores any more, so we have tons of those reusable ones. We made a plan to ensure that we have at least two in every car. At least every car that we take to go shopping. I mean we're not using a Bugatti to go the Home Depot for paint and lumber. Let's face it, we're never going to buy either of those anyway. We'll use a contractor so we don't have to deal with the empty paint cans and brushes. See, thinking like an environmentalist now.

I noticed Blake had one of his cameras in front of him and once we ended our conversation, he reached over to turn it off. I'm guessing he's going to be filming everything from now on. While everyone was out getting on with their day, I went to work in my head thinking of other ways to save the planet. I took one of the Lambos out for a drive while I contemplated things. I must have been gone a while as I'd used more than half a tank of gas during my thinking.

All I'd come up with was solar energy for pretty much everything. Like a law to require every new house and building to be self-sufficient when being built from now on. Rain collecting stations from the downspouts on your house that go into a large underground tank. That would allow you to switch from tap water to natural water when watering lawns and plants. That would not only reduce the demand on the water system, but would also reduce energy needed to process it into drinkable water. Your tank would have a pump powered by the aforementioned solar energy. Wait! Even a better idea. Tear out the lawn and fill the yard with colourful gravel. The whole province is basically mountains, so we'd have tons of rocks available. No need to water them. Even put in those fake plants that look real but are made out of plastic. Use the plastic floating around in the ocean. I'm a freakin' genius. I'll bet I can come up with a dozen ideas if I really try.

I took Blake out to a large parking lot with one of the Tesla's and he had been quiet until we pulled into it.

"What are we doing?" He asked looking around as if expecting some big event to be taking place. "Are you trying to do the straight dad thing and we're going to play ball for a while?" He chuckled at the idea.

"I was thinking about letting you get some driving experience, but if you would rather play ball..."

"No, I'd prefer to drive. You're really going to let me?"

"Sure, why not? It's a big parking lot and there are no cars around. Seems like the perfect place."

I parked and switched places with him. Just like every 14 year old, he was confident that he knew everything, but not stupid enough to push it in case the driving lesson ended prematurely. He adjusted all the mirrors and seat and announced he was ready. "Should I just tell the car where I want to go?"

"No," I laughed. "You've to learn to manually drive before you can go self drive."

He looked at me with a smirk. So I have to drive myself before I can self drive. That's confusing."

"Welcome to the English language," I nodded. I know he has the basics down as the guys had all taken him out at various times to practice and he'd driven around the front driveway a lot, but no kid is going to turn down the opportunity to drive. Especially before he had an actual licence. We spent the next hour working on more details moves. Like tight turns and parking between the lines of the stalls. I also had him do parallel parking, which he didn't like. Who does? We also did some emergency braking trials, and I may live to regret that. He did pretty good eventually, but not before I'm sure he gave me irreversible whip lash. I lay a few obstacles down for him to straddle so he'd learn where his wheels were. He actually did really well with that. Driving is one thing he's taking very seriously.

"I just gotta take a leak Dad," Blake said in his usual fashion of `speak your mind', and I agreed that could use a bathroom as well.

We parked and headed to the public washroom building. There was already a guy standing at one of the three urinals, so Blake took the one next to him and I took the last one. Because he's so subtle and introverted, Blake turned to look at the man's dick as he peed. The stare didn't go unnoticed, as the man, as introverted as Blake, looked back and smiled. Yes, for those who are critical, I know what introverted means. I'm being facetious or ironic. Something like that.

"That's a nice penis on ya," he said bluntly.

"Thanks," Blake grinned as he looked down at himself. The man obviously took that as consent and reached over to take hold of it, while Blake was in mid stream. He pinched off the flow and turned Blake to face him.

What happened next surprised not only Blake, but me, which is pretty hard to do a lot of the time. The man dropped to his knees, suctioned his lips around Blake's penis and let go of it. Blake turned to look at me with wide eyes, before turning to look down at what was happening. It was pretty obvious that the guy was gulping down what Blake was draining out of himself. The man yanked Blake's pants down to his ankles and moved an index finger up to Blake's mouth to have him suck it. Once the finger was wet, he pushed it between Blake's legs and shoved it quickly into his ass. There was no gentle entry. It was a fast push until the finger was fully inside.

Blake put his hand on the wall to steady himself and I would have said something, but the fact that Blake now had a full erection from the blowjob he was receiving, seemed to indicate he wasn't looking for me to stop it. After just a couple minutes of being stimulated, Blake gave a couple little whimpers, then his body shook and he tensed up. I'd seen him cum enough times to know that he was no doubt busting a nut into the man's mouth. Once he relaxed, the man fondled Blake's balls and squeezed any remain fluids out of the hard tube.

He pulled his finger out of Blake's ass with a popping sound and stood up. "Thanks kid. That was hot. You've got one amazing cock on you," he said smiling as he lifted Blake's shirt up. "Nice body too. Next time, I wanna fuck you against the urinal. I have a nice thick cock that would feel really good pounding your sweet hole. I'm here at the same time most days. Catch you later," he said as he took off. Blake pulled his pants up and turned to look at me.

"That was rude," I said shaking my head.

"What was?"

"He didn't even acknowledge that I was here. Where was my blowjob and finger fuck?"

"You're obviously not hot, Dad. Guess you're over the hill now," he teased. "Okay, I'm done peeing. Wanna go?"

We washed our hands and left the bathroom.

"That's the first time anyone's ever drunk my pee. It was kinda gross to think about, but felt pretty cool doing it. Do lots of gay guys do that?"

"Not the majority, that's for sure."

"Do you think he'd really have fucked me against the urinal?"

"Uhhh...what do you think? I mean he just did all that with me standing there, so I don't think he'd hesitate to fuck someone."

"Yeah. Thought so." We didn't discuss it further as we got on with our day. I took over the parking and we stopped by Wendy's to grab some food.

The following day, Blake rushed into the house after school all excited. "Guess where I went today?"

"From the smile on your face, I'd wanna guess you lay out in the locker room and did the football team?"

"Ha ha! NO, I wouldn't have done that, obviously."

"Really?" I said sarcastically.

"Not today. There wasn't football practice," he said chuckling slightly. "I went back to that bathroom from yesterday."

"Oh? And?"

"That guy was there like he said he would be."

I took a deep breath before I asked. "And did he fuck you against the urinal?"

"That's the funny part. He was already with someone when I got there. Guess who?"

"No idea."

"Warren. He had him completely naked and pressed into the urinal fucking him. He saw me arrive but didn't say anything at first. He just let me watch. Once he was done, he came over to me and said `arrive earlier next time if you wanna get fucked like that.' Then he grabbed my head and slammed his tongue down my throat for a few seconds before he turned back to Warren. He told him that next time he'd give him a long piss fuck before he came in him. Then he shoved his finger back up Warren's ass as he kissed him. He made him lick the cum off his finger once he pulled it back out. He left after that."

"What did Warren have to say? Had he been with the guy before?"

"No. He just went for a pee like we did and the guy came up behind and started undressing him. Once he got him naked, he lubed up and fucked him. That's when I arrived. We talked while he was dumping the cum out of his ass in a stall. Have you ever had a piss fuck?" He asked curiously.

"Possibly, but I don't think it's a thing. Pretty difficult to pee with a boner," I reasoned.

"Yeah. Maybe he was just trying to shock us," Blake acknowledged. "I texted Sienna to come over as I think I need to get laid since I didn't get banged up against the urinal like I was promised," he said in a slightly sarcastic tone.

He must have been really horny, because after Sienna arrived, I'd walked past his bedroom and the noise was louder than usual. Sienna was crying out telling Blake to fuck her harder and Blake was making porn style replies about she should take it all, and enjoy his big hard cock. I didn't bother to wait for the grand finale. I'd seen it too many times to care.

It was several days later when Blake arrived home walking a little slower than usual as he came over to me.

"You're later than usual, and you look exhausted. Rough day at school?" I said to him.

"No, Layne invited me to hang out at his place."

"Layne's place?" I asked, now paying full attention.

"OH. No, not his parent's place. His Uncle Steve's. I know better than to let his parents know we know each other."

"And what did you get up to over there that's made you so exhausted?"

He gave me a sheepish grin. "Oh, you know. The usual."

"Was this usual with or without Steve present?"

Blake put his backpack down. "You want all the details?" He smirked. "Like ALL of them?"

"I'm almost scared to say yes, but sure. We don't hide things from each other."

"Cool, because it was awesome. I gotta get a drink first though."

We went to the kitchen where we got drinks and sat at the island. He moved a little more carefully than normal. "Sore ass or something?" I teased.

"It's all good though," he replied. "Yeah, Layne invited me over `cause he said he was gonna have some fun with guys from his school and wanted to know if I wanted to join in."

"And how fast did you get over there?"

"Super fast. When I got there, it was awesome. Steve had three guys already there, in addition to Layne. You know Clayton, right?"

"I remember him," I chuckled.

"He was there and a couple of others around his age who are all total stoners as well. They're into all sorts of drugs, and most of the time they kinda bully smaller kids to make themselves feel better. Layne said they'd been over at his place all afternoon hanging out with Steve. They smoked pot until they were completely wasted, and then I guess they moved onto other stuff like cocaine. Steve told me that they then challenged each other to do GHB and see if they could handle it. By the time I got there they were all passed out cold."

"At least they weren't being assholes," I laughed. "Every time I've seen Clayton, he's been stoned and passed out. That boy got fucked hard at that party we went to at Steve's, and he probably had no idea."

Blake grinned. "He got fucked again today too. Do you think he doesn't know though? I mean if I fell asleep with my clothes on and woke up naked in someone's bed, I'd assume something happened."

"Some guys just aren't that smart. Are you saying you guys fucked him again?"

"Yeah," he grinned. "We did all three stoners. Steve got me and Layne to strip the guys, and then we actually thought it'd be fun to shave them, so we did the pits, pubes and ass. I mean they kind deserved it because they're usually assholes. Now they're just not hairy assholes," he giggled. "Steve fucked each one first as he said he'd never done Clayton's friends before, so he wanted to be the one to take their cherries. Then he had me and Layne take turns. We made sure we turned them on their backs before we came all over them. Steve said it might be fun to have them wake up all crusty. Once we finished having fun, we carried them up to a bedroom and put all three in bed together. That'll shock the shit out of them. Steve even posed them for pictures of them sucking each other's dicks, and made it look like they were fucking. If he shows them, they're gonna freak."

"Is that when you decided to come home?" I asked, really uncomfortable with this revelation.

"No, we went back downstairs and fooled around together. Steve watched as Layne and I hooked up and then Steve wanted me next. He lifted me up and had me wrap my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist. Then he pushed his cock up my ass before slamming me against the wall and fucking the hell out of me. That's like the best type of fuck I've ever had. He pushed his tongue way down my throat and ended up making me cum all over myself it was so hot. He kept going until he finished, then after he put me down, he licked the cum off me, and kissed me again so I could taste it. It was so epic. I mean I know I like sex, Dad, but this was like something even way cooler."

"I guess that comes with experience. I'm guessing that's why you're a little sore?"

"Yeah. It's totally worth it though. Fucking the bully kids was hot as shit, but then getting railed against a wall. Fuck, I'm down for that anytime."

"I'm glad you had fun, but I'm actually really concerned about what you just told me."

"I know. You still think I'm a kid and shouldn't be letting older guys do me, but I PROMISE Dad, I love it and no one is hurting me."

"It's not about that. I've accepted you having sex with anyone, and I think you're mature enough to handle it. At least I did until this story. We've always been open and honest with each other, right?"

"Right?" He said frowning slightly as he could sense that I wasn't happy.

"Well now it's time for some real parenting. You said you enjoyed fucking those three boys."

"Hell yeah. Virgin straight boy bully asses. Total payback."

"That's where I have the problem, Blake. One of a few, actually. You, Layne and Steve stripped and raped those boys. There was absolutely no consent. About the only consent I've ever heard with any of them is Clayton being okay receiving blowjobs. Do you think it's fine to rape someone?"

He stared at me and took a deep breath. "No, obviously that's not okay, but..."

"BUT? It's either okay, or it's not. Which do you believe?" I asked sternly.

"Can I talk freely, or do you just want me to tell you what you want to hear?"

I wasn't expecting that, but I didn't let him see it. "If you can't share your honest opinion about something then you're not being true to yourself. Of course, if you're taking an unpopular view, you need to live with any consequences."

"Got it. I don't think it's right to have sex with anyone unless you have their consent. That's like 99.9% of the time. But if you're getting revenge for something heinous they did, it might justify ripping them a new one," he said bluntly. I actually agree with that, but I'm interested to see his parameters.

"And does being a bullying stoner qualify? Did they rape someone at school, or commit a murder?"

"No. At least I don't think so. They're basically just assholes, of course now they're bigger assholes," he giggled and then looked at me and realized this might not be time for joking.

"So, was it acceptable to rape these particular boys?"

"No. I kinda just got caught up in the moment. It was fun when we stripped them, and then when we shaved them, it was just sort of a like a revenge, but then when Steve spread Jase's legs and really started to fuck him, Layne and I got horny, and you know it is. Our brains just kind of shut off and we wanted a turn."

"So in your mind that makes it okay?"

"No, but it's not like they'll remember anything," he shrugged.

"Wow, I can't believe you just said that. You're saying it's okay to roofie someone and fuck them because they won't remember? If that's what you believe then I can honestly say you've disappointed me to an extreme I'd never think possible."

"No, I didn't mean it like that, Dad. I just thought that since they were such asshole to everyone that maybe some payback wouldn't be wrong."

"Well, it absolutely is. I'll be honest Blake, if someone ever attacked you and raped you against your will, I'd stop at nothing to make them feel the pain. I'd tied them up, cut their clothes off and double fuck them until they passed out from the pain. Then when they woke up I'd go again. It'd be 100% wrong, but I'd be like a vicious animal when it came to protecting you."

"That's the .1% I was talking about," he nodded. "I'd be like that too if anyone hurt J.J. or any of the kids here."

"But this wasn't that though, was it? This was just you being horny and unable to control yourself as you got your rocks off with some straight boys who couldn't say no."

"Yeah, I guess so. Sorry. Ummm, I've given Clayton a blowjob before and he was only a little stoned, but he participated. Was that okay?"

"I'd have to say it would depend on how stoned he was. If he's fully aware of what is happening and he knows who you are, I'd say it'd be fine."

"He knew. He rubbed my hair and thrust up and down a few times. Then he even announced when he was cumming. Plus, he thanked me afterward."

"From what I know about Clayton, I'd say that would have been acceptable. But fucking him or his friends. Definitely very wrong."

"I won't do it again. Were you okay with Steve fucking me against the wall, because I totally consented to that, and it was like the best ever. I'd totally be up for that a lot more."

"You sex life is now your own business, and as long as you consent, I'm fine. But the second it gets too much and you withdraw consent; if they keep going, then we'll have a problem. That goes for you too if someone withdraws their consent, no matter how horny you are. Brain switched on or off."

"I got it. I'm sorry I disappointed you. I try to do the right thing, but sex can really make you do crazy things Dad," he said looking at me with those puppy dog green eyes. Geez, how could you stay mad at that? "You said there were a few things you were upset about. Was that all of them? Like stripping, shaving and fucking?"

"I'm really not happy about Steve taking pictures of the boys. Not sure why he'd do that. About the only thing I could even imagine is to either blackmail them into doing things when they're not passed out, or sell them on the internet."

"He said he'd only use them for insurance in case the guys figured it out and freaked out. He'd say they did each other, and use the pictures to prove it."

Hmmm, sounds logical, but I somehow doubt Steve was as passive as that. It's more likely that if any of the boys were over again, he'd tell them a story about how surprised he had been to stumble across them doing each other, and show them the pictures. He'd suggest they fool around so he could give them some pointers, or to see if they'd actually like it when sober. Something like that. I can't imagine him just encrypting it and just keeping it `in case'. "Does he have any pictures of you, or you and Layne?"

"No. He's never even asked. I mean it's not like I'd complain about sex, so he wouldn't need them. Plus, I know that rule, and like J.P. said I gotta be careful for when I become super famous. If someone had nude pics of me, they could sell them for millions to the right person."

I'd like to believe that no one would buy underage pictures of a boy for millions and then put in online. It'd be taken down in seconds, and anyone who got it off the dark web, wouldn't be able to just show it around and brag about it. I didn't say that to Blake. I opted for a simple `Good'.

"Dad, you know I like sex right?"

"I think you've mentioned it once or twice," I smirked.

"Well, I mean I do like it...a lot, but you know what I really like? Surprise sex."

"What's surprise sex?" I asked furling my brow slightly.

"When something happens that you weren't expecting. Older guys are best at it as they've got more experience. Like Steve fucking me hard against a wall while my legs are around his waist. That's hot. Anything like that where I wasn't expecting it, and learn something new. I think that sort of sex is way more fun than just getting into bed with someone and doing it like all vanilla.

"I can't disagree with you, but at this stage in your sexual development, I still think Steve is a bit aggressive for you. I'd rather you hook up with someone that perhaps has your best interests in mind. If you like older guys, I'm sure I can ask a few to come over and give you additional experience."

"Like who?"

"Well, what about Cole or Arden. They're in their 20's and certainly know sex. You've enjoyed hooking up with them before. There's even Brett and Levi. They're almost 20. A tag team with those two is always fun."

"Sure, I've been with all of them, and they're a lot of fun, but it's not really surprise sex if I know all their moves. Steve is way different. He doesn't ask, he just takes you when he wants, and really gives you the sex you didn't even know you needed. The other guys are sort of polite and worry about how you're feeling and if you're enjoying yourself. Steve doesn't give a crap about any of that. He has sex and you need to keep up, but he's so incredible at it, he makes you cum every time."

"I might know one or two guys like that. Hell, I'm like that sometimes when I'm having a fun roleplay," I admitted. In fact, what Blake doesn't know is that I found his story pretty hot. I could picture him being stuffed hard against a wall, while Layne stood to the side jerking off as he watched. In fact, I really wanted to turn the tables the next time Layne is over. I'd replay the whole thing, except it'd be me fucking Layne against the wall while Blake watched.

"You know, if you were less of a prude with me, you could teach me about different sex things like that, "Blake said staring at me. "I'd totally be into you acting like that with me. You still gotta teach me about that BDSM stuff at some point, or are you okay with me submitting to some stranger in his dark basement. Me all tied up, bound, gagged and blindfolded. Some guy or a bunch of guys pummelled the hell out of me for hours, maybe days at a time. I might not even know them. Maybe I met them on an app."

I laughed. "Stop. Jesus. This sounds like we need parental locks on all your devices, and probably your ass and dick too. You know, like 90% of our conversation now are just not covered in the parenting manual," I said lightening the mood.

"You're not using the right book. You need `how to raise a gay child into a man.'

"Boy, could that title be misconstrued."

Blake though about it for a second, then laughed. "Oh yeah. Raise him into a man. Like lift him up and put him inside one." He laughed harder. "See, you just need the right parenting book. Oh, on another subject, I was thinking of getting a Cheetah instead of a Tiger, but then I realized Cheetahs aren't as good."

"They're not?" I asked trying to continue his small talk. God, this boy has seriously got to let this tiger shit go. It's been years.

"No, I found out Cheetahs never prosper, so who wants that?" He said looking at me and giggling. "You wanna come help me in the shower? I think I might need some cream or Polysporin on my ass. You could check for me."

I did quickly check his ass, but only to ensure he hadn't been fucked too hard and done any damage. He was a bit red, but nothing serious. Some weeks all I deal with is Blake and his chaos. This was turning out to be one of those weeks. I'm not sure if I'm concerned or jealous. Am I living my 14 year old life through the eyes of Blake? I keep flashing back to wondering what I'd be like if I'd known at that age what Blake knows now.

The next day, I was helping J.J. with his homework in the living room. I hated homework as a kid, but helping J.J. seemed a lot more fun. Maybe because I felt smarter as I helped him solve problems and guide him to finding the correct information. Always nice to look like you're really intelligent to your kids. By 13, that fades as the homework becomes impossible. I did what I could before J.J. said he'd finished and ran off. Not sure if he was actually done or if my help was just slowing him down.

Blake arrive home and almost skipped over to me. That was his I've been up to something skip. "Guess where I went?" he said almost singing it.

"Choir lessons?" I teased.

"Nope. Back to that bathroom we went to," he grinned.

"With the old guy who wanted to slam you into the urinal?"

"Yep," he smiled.

"I'm guessing you got some...what did you call it...surprise sex?"

"Hell yeah, I did. Totally epic. As soon as I got there, the guy stripped me totally naked and pulled me into a stall. He kept the door open and made me sit on his cock while he led my legs open for anyone to be able to see what we were doing."

"Were there other people there?" I asked, hoping it was a no.

"Not at first, but then another older guy came in and stood at the door watching us. He pulled out his dick a little to jerk off as he watched. I think I was making him horny," he grinned. "But that wasn't the best part. As I was getting fucked, another head poked around the corner of the stall and it was Warren. He'd come back to have some fun too. The guy at the door pushed him into the stall and told him to bend over and suck my dick. Of course, Warren's cool with that since we've done it a few times. As he did it, the other guy pushed Warren's pants down and fucked him. My guy pulled Warren's shirt off so he could play with his nipples. We all sort of came pretty close together, and the two older guys left right after that. Me and Warren stay naked for a bit to see if anyone else might come in, but no one did. We made out for a while and then came home. Cool huh?"

"I dunno. I think you're pushing your luck with this bathroom. What if some little kid had come in, or someone that wasn't exactly cool with guys your age having sex in a public area? Place like that get raided a lot too. You really don't want to end up in jail for being caught fucking in a bathroom."

"Don't I?" Blake giggled. "I'd get sent to the big house with older guys that hadn't been laid in years. I'd be their king as I gave up my ass for cigarettes and booze."

"I'm pretty sure that's not how prison actually works. Plus you don't smoke or drink. Finally, they wouldn't send you to the big house at 14. They'd send you to kiddie jail where they not only don't allow sex, you're monitored so you can't even beat off."

"I'm pretty sure that's against my habeas corpus rights."

"That's not a thing," I said with a grin.

"Pretty sure it is. If I didn't get to masturbate, I'd be a corpus, and they can't allow that," he said firmly. I wish I had a device to read his mind to know if he were serious or not.

"For once, listen to me please. You've had your fun in there. No more surprise sex awaits you. Go find another interesting challenge. Create some surprise sex scenarios for the Junior Q. I'm sure they'd love it as much as you, but keep it to age appropriate guys. They'll enjoy that more."

"Yeah," he said lighting up. "I could come up with tons of ideas that would be insane. I already thought of one. We could get ten guys all naked, bent over a log and tied to it. Then we blindfold them, lube their asses and let the masses descend and take them to glory town!"

"You need help," I said turning and walking away.

"Uh duh!" He yelled after me. "It would take forever to tie ten guys up by myself. Gonna go arrange it. Bye Felicia!!" I wonder if we ignore him if he'll get better. I could get Nate to do more frequent therapy sessions, but at the rate he's going, he'll be in therapy more than he sleeps.

A couple days later we got a call from the school. At first, I thought it might be the pitchfork and tar crowd finally coming for us, but it was from J.J.'s school. The principal, Miss Perfman, asked if I could go down to meet her. That's never good. I mean it falls in line with someone saying `we have to talk'. When is that ever good either? I called Colin and he said he'd meet me there. If it was Blake, we'd rock, paper, scissor to see who would deal with it this time, but since it's J.J. we figure we need to show him unified support.

Colin was already waiting when I pulled in and we walked into the school together. I never liked going to the principal's office when I was a kid, and I like it even less as an adult. I feel like an ambassador being summoned to the host country for a dressing down. They rarely call you to say your kid is amazing, and we think he's a shining example to everyone. We just thought we'd disrupt your day to let you know that. Nope, that's not how it's done.

We were quickly shown into the principal's office where J.J. was sitting quietly in a chair, beside a girl about his age, and another set of parents. Please tell me this isn't a Blake influenced problem where he'd shown off his penis or something equivalent. "Hi, J.J.," I said patting him on the shoulder. "You okay?"

"Hi Justin. For now yeah, I think so," he replied quietly.

"Thank you for coming down," Miss Perfman said as she motioned towards a couple of chairs for us to sit. "These are Mr. & Mrs. Rawlins, and their daughter Lucie. Justin and Colin are J.J. parents, she said introducing everyone before getting right to it. "We had an incident earlier today and once it was brought to my attention we needed to act accordingly."

"Of course," Colin responded. "What was the incident?"

"Unfortunately, J.J. punched Lucie in the stomach between class."

"What?" Colin said shocked. "Is that true J.J.?"

"Yes," he admitted honestly. I immediately wondered if this had something to with his recent upheaval from the Campbells, or his lack of memories. He could just be a psycho and we don't know it yet. You always have to watch for trigger issues. Take me for example, I see a slender built blond boy who smells like McDonald's and I'm triggered. Usually ends up with me trying out his buns.

"What happened?" I asked as I stayed focused.

"J.J. Would you tell your father what happened please?"

"I was getting books from my locker, and Lucie came up. She said I was cute and asked if maybe we could be friends. Then she kissed me on the lips, so I punched her," he revealed. I had to quickly tell myself not to smile. Finally, a normal kid problem to deal with.

"We have zero tolerance for fighting in the school, so we called everyone down so we could put it to rest. J.J., we think it only right that you apologize to Lucie."

"Sorry, Lucie," he said looking at her. She had obviously been crying, but she gave a little smile to him.

"Lucie, do you accept J.J.'s apology?"

"Yes," she said in a very little voice.

"Parents, do you accept the apology?" She asked. The agreed that they did. "Colin or Justin, would you care to say anything?"

"J.J., you know it's wrong to hit people, right? That is never the solution to a non-life threatening situation."

"I'm sorry," he said looking at us, now with tears starting to well up in his eyes.

"We'll talk about how to handle situations like this when you get home from school today. It's always important to learn from mistakes so that you're ready to handle situations in the future," I told him.

"You'll be able to take him home with you right away. As I mentioned the school has a zero tolerance for fighting, so he'll be getting a three-day suspension," Miss Perfman said to us.

That seems a bit harsh, but I guess he did just plead guilty, so not much we can do. At least it's not a hanging offense.

"And?" Colin added. And? He wants more punishment for J.J.? That seems out of place for Colin. Maybe he's thinking of a Bart Simpson punishment of writing `I will not punch girls' on the board a thousand times.

"No and," the principal replied. "He'll be able to come back in three days."

"No, I'm clear about that. What will the punishment be for the young lady?"

"I'm sorry?" She asked, genuinely surprised. "She's the victim, so obviously she will not be punished at all."

I saw Colin adjust himself in his chair. I knew this stance. Someone was about to get something for some reason. Not sure what yet, but I'm guessing I'm not going to have to wait long.

"Can I ask the children to step out, please," Colin said bluntly.

"Of course. Children, would you please wait in the front office until we call for you," she said to them.

We waited until the kids left, and then Colin spoke up. "I didn't think it was necessary for them to hear this, but since you're punishing J.J., then you need to punish the young lady as well."

"How do you figure?" Mr. Rawlins asked. "Your son is the one who punched our daughter."

"That's been established. Apparently, what's being glossed over in this one-sided judgement is that your daughter made the first assault, and in my opinion, J.J. responded in self-defence."

"I'm sorry, what?" Mr. Rawlins said changing his own posture on the chair.

"Let's keep this calm," Miss Perfman said quickly. "I'm not sure I understand either, Mr. Worthington. Would you care you explain your thought?"

"To me this is a simple thing between two children. A lesson of growing up, but since you're choosing to only suspend J.J., which we accept as his punishment, you must also dish out equal punishment for the young lady. She is the one, that by definition, sexually assaulted J.J., who, while wrong to punch her, did so in self-defence. Which by the rule of law, even in Canada, is legal. Children need to learn how to deal with these situations, and we agree in the zero tolerance policy, as long as it's metered equally."

"You can't seriously be suggesting that this amounts to sexual assault?" Mr. Rawlins said almost incensed by the idea.

"Colin's correct," I said adding my say. "Technically it is. Of course they're just kids, so there's nothing unusual about a first crush, but girls develop faster than boys. J.J. is still in the girls are gross phase, whereas your daughter is obviously beginning to find boys interesting."

"It's just a bit of harmless fun," Mrs. Rawlins replied.

"And to us it absolutely is, but you've chosen to make it an issue for J.J., so you must accept your daughter's role in it as well. Look at it another way," I said to them. "Mr. Rawlins, if I walked up and kissed you, how would you respond? Would just blush being embarrassed, or would you respond with physical force?"

"We're adults, it's different," he replied, proving my point.

"It's not. Either they both get the suspension, or neither get one. When J.J. gets home, we'll be talking to him about how to deal with things like this better, as it's likely his first encounter with this type of situation. Because of your daughter's initial attack, we have to ensure J.J. knows that it's never appropriate to kiss someone without permission, as we wouldn't want him doing that to others as he matures."

"I think your son's reaction was a bit unnecessary," Mr. Rawlins said a little calmer.

"Probably, but in that moment he reacted in sort of a flight or fight mode, and fight won," I explained. "He isn't currently interested in girls, or anything remotely involving kissing, so in his mind he was attacked. Miss Perfman, how do you weigh in on this?"

"You do make a sound argument, but little girls are always a lot more emotional, and touchy feely than boys. I think the real issue is the physical punch that hurt her."

"If the situation were reversed, would a boy get away with kissing a girl, and would the girl be suspended for defending herself?" Colin inquired.

She sat back a moment to picture it before responding. "No, I think you're right. In that scenario we would have suspended them both. I'll have to side with J.J.'s parents on this one. Both parties are at fault, and while Lucie may have been injured physically from a punch, J.J., may have been injured psychologically from the unsolicited kiss. Therefore, both children will receive a three-day suspension."

"That's outrageous," Mrs. Rawlins said loudly. "This will go on her permanent records, and possibly affect her entire futures. Colleges don't look favourably on this."

Oh good god, she's one of those. Doesn't seem to bother her that it would have had the same affect on J.J. It's a case of the rules apply to others, but not her. "They're 10. Nothing goes into a permanent record," I said sharply. "Unless it's on a report card, or in the yearbook, it'll end here. Are you planning on putting this in the yearbook?" I asked, looking at the principal.

"No," she smiled.

"There. That's about as permanent as it gets."

"It will be in their file, but that doesn't follow them into secondary school. Only actual grades follow a student," Miss Perfman assured the crazy lady. I mean Mrs. Rawlins.

"I'll just let you know that if you suspend our daughter over this attack, we'll be going to the school board," Mr. Rawlins said threateningly.

"And if you don't, we'll go to the media to discuss gender-based bias in school sexual assaults, and name your family as the instigators," Colin said escalating this quickly. If we'd been in medieval days, I think we could have just challenged him to a joust to solve this. "Of course, if you don't wish to issue punishments for either child, then it seems like this entire situation goes away."

Nice way to throw open a way out for everyone. Colin's pretty good at this. I'm guessing this is probably how he dealt with business negotiations, which is likely how he got so rich.

"The children do need some sort of punishment so they understand what they did was wrong," Miss Perfman interjected, "but I'd be willing to reduce it to an hour in detention after school for both, if that works for all of you."

"Works for us," Colin replied quickly. I mean we were fine with the three-day suspension. I'm sure J.J. would have been too. What kid wouldn't like three extra days off school? He's likely to be more pissed by the hour in detention, which gives him more school, not less.

"We can accept that," the Rawlins agreed.

"I also recommend that both sets of parents discuss this incident with their children to point out where their actions were wrong, and other alternatives on how to handle new emotions. Thank you for coming down. Let's get the children back in here." I was closest to the door so I opened it to signal them. I smiled when I saw the two of them looking at a video on J.J.'s phone. They'd already forgotten the whole thing and had moved on. The adults were discussing sexual assault, school boards and media campaigns. We have a lot to learn from kids.

Their punishment was explained, and they both just accepted it as part of being in school. Lucie got up and gave her parents a hug, and upon seeing that, J.J. didn't want to be left out, so he hugged both of us too. Once it was all over, the kids were sent back to class. The Rawlins left as if they were being the ones scolded. It was interesting to watch their puffed-up persona of being the parents of the wronged party, deflated to the shame of being part of the guilty. Take that Karen...and male Karen!

"Thank you for letting us know about this incident, and we'll be sure to help J.J. understand how to deal with new situations," Colin said as we addressed the principal, while preparing to leave as well. "At their age life is going to come at them pretty fast, and not everything requires a defence posture."

She smiled. "J.J.'s a good kid. I'm surprised with everything he's been through he's not having more challenges. How's it going at home now?"

"He's still struggling to settle into his new reality, but he's getting a long very well with his brother, who is trying hard to give him past memories of how they used to be."

"Well, I wish you well, and if we can be of any resource to you, please let us know. J.J.'s school work has not suffered, which is usually an early indicator of a problem. We'll of course notify you instantly if we see any marks slipping."

"Thank you," I replied. "And I don't think you have to worry about J.J. and Lucie. Seemed liked they were getting along just fine out in the office."

"You'd be surprised how many times this similar scenario plays out in elementary school. Girls become interested in boys far earlier than boys are ready for it. Once they realize girls aren't as bad as they thought, it gets easier."

"Does it though? Then we deal with the dating and eventually the interest in sex. Personally, I think the `girls are yucky' stage is the easiest," I said with a grin.

"I'm actually glad you're here. I was going to reach out and contact you this week about another matter, so if you have a few minutes."

"We're here, so of course," Colin replied.

I hope you don't mind, but I did some investigating into J.J.," she said, almost cryptically.

"Investigating?" I asked. So this is what happened to Nancy Drew when she grew up. She's an elementary school principal.

"Well, I'm hoping I didn't overstep, but you mentioned J.J.'s real name was John Tyler Jones, so I checked with several elementary schools until I found out where he was previously registered. I got them to transfer his records to us in hopes that there may be information in there that could help you. I know it's been over three years, and he was only in that elementary school for a couple grades, but perhaps a visit back may jog some memories. Maybe there'd even be friends that might remember him. Although age seven to ten is a long gap for most children. While they might not remember him, perhaps surroundings or some of the teachers, may be powerful enough to trigger something."

She handed the folder to Colin who took it and opened it. There wasn't a lot of information, but enough. Maybe his current school grades versus his old ones might give us an insight into any behavioural change that no one was aware of.

"Thank you. This is something we should have thought of ourselves," Colin said. "In fact, I'm disappointed we didn't think of it. Blake would have known what school his little brother would have gone too. We were so focused on trying to jog J.J.'s memories with his brother, that I guess we forgot about the life he had outside of the family. Thank you for this. We'll be sure to let you know if it helps."

"Good luck to you," she said. "If I can do anything else to help, please let me know."

We bid her goodbye and left. Once we were at the cars, we paused and stared at the information in the folder.

"Why the hell DIDN'T we think of this?" I asked as I leaned back against the car.

"I think I agree with the principal though. Kids who are now 10, aren't likely to remember someone they haven't seen since they were 7. It could open up a whole different set of problems. Kids who had been taken through the trauma of losing their friend, now suddenly find out he's alive. Even teachers. They start acting like adults, and making a fuss over J.J. That could overwhelm him."

"Hey. Who's the psychologist here?" I said, as I agreed with him. "Perhaps we just contact the principal of the school and get information from her. Like find out who J.J.'s best friend, or friends, were. Perhaps showing him the yearbooks from his first and second grade. Maybe we could arrange for him to tour the school once everyone has gone home."

"Great idea. Might have to be careful on the yearbook though. I know when a kid died in my school, they did this whole in memoriam page. Would we want him to see that?"

I just shrugged. "Not sure. I guess it'd depend on how it's presented. I think eventually he'd want to know about it, but maybe that's after all his memories return. Do you have time now if we headed over to the school to see the principal, or do you want me to set something up for later?"

"No, we should go now. Let's drop one of the cars at home first," Colin suggested.

We're about to give the principal a very big, but hopefully pleasant, shock. I then thought about our current incident and had to laugh. Colin gave me a puzzled look. "Just thinking about J.J and the girl. I would have loved to have seen that confrontation. A girl kisses him on the cheek, and he just instinctively punches her in defence. We may not want not put him into karate with Blake."

"Or maybe we do so he can learn to control it," Colin said smiling. "Agreed that it would have been interesting to see. Even more interesting is that no one seemed to think that the kiss was the issue, just J.J.'s response. Both were wrong, and if equality is to ever be a real thing, then it needs to be just that...equal."

"Agreed," I nodded. "If girls can sexually assault boys, then boys should be allowed to sexually assault girls," I said nodding my head.

"Not where I was going with that," Colin chuckled as he gave me a kiss. Should I have punched him for that, or does the fact we're married give him consent? I'll go home and look it up.

We dropped Colin's car at home, and drove over to J.J.'s old school. I swear I've never been to the principal's office as much in my whole life. Why do I still feel like I'm the one in trouble each time we do this? I was prepared to arrange an appointment with the principal, but it turned out he was available to see us, so we were shown right in.

"Gentlemen, welcome. Charles Nystrom. Please have a seat."

"Thanks," Colin said as we sat down. "I'm Colin and this is Justin."

"Nice to meet you. What can I do for you today?"

This guy is overly friendly for a principal. Where's the glaring stare. The short choppy sentences, or the intimidation to make you feel like you're about to pee yourself at any moment. This guy must be a substitute.

"This is going to be a bit of a shock," I said starting out with the reason for our visit. "We're here to talk about one of your former students John Tyler Jones."

"Curiouser and curiouser," he said sitting back. "You're the second request about that student in a couple of weeks. Terrible tragedy." Did he actually say curiouser and curiouser? I thought that was just something they said on period piece TV shows. I had no idea it was a real thing.

"It was indeed," Colin agreed. "In fact, we're now the parents of John's older brother, Blake."

"Ah, so you're here to find out information about John," he nodded as if a light bulb had gone off as to why there was so much interest all of a sudden. "I remember Blake. Such a well behaved quiet young boy. How's he doing since the incident? How old is he now?"

"He's 14," I replied. "He had a tough time right after the fire, losing his entire family like that, but he's managed to bounce back and get on with a life his parents would have been proud of."

"Good to hear. So good," he nodded. "What can I do for you today? I `m guessing you'd like any information we have about John?"

"Well, there's a little more to it than that," Colin said as he looked at me for a second. Brace yourself, we're about to drop a ten kiloton shrapnel bomb. "We asked to talk to you in private as we have something sensitive to reveal, and would like to ask that it be kept in this office for the moment, until we agree on how to proceed."

Okay, now is the time for more of that curiouser and curiouser shit. Maybe some Vulcan `fascinating', with an eyebrow lift, would also work.

"I'm intrigued," he nodded, "and of course anything discussed here would be kept in confidence."

"Well, we're not only the parents of Blake, we're also John's parents. It turns out that he didn't actually die in the fire. There was a colossal mix-up, and he's been in foster care with amnesia for the past three-and-a-half years. He goes by J.J. now."

"What!?" He said a little louder than he might have been prepared for. "That's incredible. I'm totally flabbergasted as we all assumed he'd perished. How's he doing?"

"He's struggling. Mainly because he can't remember the fire or anything preceding it. We only just learned he was alive, so as you can imagine, reintegrating him with his brother has been challenging for everyone. J.J. only knows his foster family, so was upset at having to leave them. He doesn't remember Blake, but Blake remembers everything about his little brother. We've been trying to introduce things about his past to try and jog memories, but we're going at it cautiously."

"And that's why you're here today. No doubt the school that requested his record is where is he currently?"

Colin replied for both of us. "Exactly. Miss Perfman did some of her own investigation as a way to offer help. When she gave us his file, we wondered if maybe having J.J. see old yearbooks, or even visit the school might bring back a memory or two. I'm sure he also had friends here?"

"He did, although that was over three years ago. I'm not sure any of them would remember him, or that he would remember them, as they have all grown so much."

"Agreed," I nodded, "and we certainly don't need to re-traumatize kids by having him just show up in front of them. We wondered if we could maybe show him around the school when it was empty. See if anything looked familiar to him. I also wouldn't suggest that we tell all the teachers either. Perhaps if he had one or two favorites that we could have him meet. Of course, they'd have to tone down any overly expressive responses. I'm sure this will be as much a shock to them."

"First. Yes, absolutely we can arrange for him to see the school. I'll personally ensure it's available for a walk through. I'll check his records to see if there was perhaps a teacher or two that stood out. I could make some covert inquiries to see who might have the strongest memories about him. I promise not to reveal his current status."

"As for any friends he had," I said continuing. I figured I should do this type of talk, since I am now the trained professional. If we want to add a wing onto the school, or sell it at a profit, I'll give way to Colin for that. "I think we should contact those parents first to see if they are interested in the boys meeting. They may not want to deal with the situation again after all these years."

"I don't know. I think most would be okay with it. If my child had lost a friend, I'd certainly want them to know if that person turned up alive. Otherwise, they spend their whole lives believing that they lost someone to a fire. I think positive news would go a long way, but you're correct that it's the individual parents that would need to make that decision. How would you like to approach it?"

"What would you recommend?" Colin asked.

"Once I find out who his friends actually were, again, probably through yearbook pictures, and the teachers that were here at that time, we could arrange for you to meet the parents," Nystrom suggested.

"If you could, I think it would be less disruptive to the families, if Colin and I went to them, instead of making them come down here. We could show them a few pictures of J.J. now, and discuss the friendship the boys may have had, before deciding where to go from there."

"I can do that for you, certainly. What sort of availability do you have?"

I looked at Colin. "For something like this, whatever is good for the other parents, we'll make it work and be there. Nothing is more important to us than having J.J. regain his entire memory." Colin nodded in agreement.

"I'm sure that will be a great relief once that's accomplished. If I may, what does J.J. stand for? Is it just John Jones?"

I smiled. "You'd think so, but no. Without his memory, he was named Jimmy Campbell while with the foster family. When he moved in with us, Blake kept calling him John, which was upsetting him."

"So he went with J.J. for Jimmy and John?" He nodded.

"Again, you'd think so and we can certainly revisit that, hopefully when his memories return. He actually wanted to name himself, so he chose Jayce Jackson with a last name yet to be decided. For now, it's remaining Campbell. (Much to my chagrin. Chagrin is my word of the day.)

"Jayce Jackson. Sounds like an action hero name," he smiled.

"I'm pretty sure that's what he was going for. Especially how he says it when asked what J.J. means. He replies. Jackson. Jayce Jackson," I laughed.

"It does sound like he's doing okay, and I'm happy to help in anyway possible. Give me a few days to ask around, and see what I can dig up from those that might remember him. I'll get back to you with what I find so that you can make additional decisions. Meanwhile, let me go out to the storage room and get you one of the yearbooks from those years to take with you. I sent Miss Perfman all the information we had on file about John, excuse me, J.J., so I don't have anything else in that regard."

"The yearbook would be more than enough. Maybe after we show it to him, something might click, and we'd let you know as well," Colin nodded as we thanked him.

He was only gone a few minutes before returning with the two different yearbooks. They must have a really good filing system here. I mean they must have tons of old records stored away. It takes me longer to find a pair of socks than it did for him to find the yearbook. He quickly opened it to the pictures of J.J.'s grade, and we were instantly transported back to six year old John. It's a bit surreal to see his cute smiling face staring back at us, only to realize that a year later, his whole life would be upside down. It hit even harder when we were shown the second grade yearbook where, as we suspected, there was a remembrance page for him. I tried to choke back the tears, as I imagined what it must have been like for everyone to have had to endure that. Now here we were over three years later going, surprise he's alive. Sorry for all that stress.

We thanked Mr. Nystrom, and exchanged contact information. He repeated how happy he was that John was actually alive and swore to help us in anyway he could. That was greatly appreciated, and I'm sure the rest of his day is going to be trips down memory lane. I know it certainly would for Colin and I.

We returned home, where the two of us sat together looking through both of the yearbooks. I was still having trouble containing my emotions. I must be an empath as I could also sense Colin's overwhelming emotions. I'm not the over emotional type. I'll swear to that on a polygraph...but only during a power outage. We did see that John/J.J. was in the school choir, which considering how well he sings, wasn't a surprise. What was a bit of a surprise was that he was also in the cooking and photography clubs. He'd shown no real interest in either since he'd been here, so that was possibly something we could explore. There wasn't much else in the yearbooks that would help us, but perhaps for J.J. there might be. We can only hope.

This might be a good day to take up drinking as some of this was making me a nervous wreck, and talk about anxiety. My head had J.J. looking at this yearbook, then visiting his school and suddenly staggering like he'd been hit by a strong hurricane. Then he'd look up and announce that he remembered everything. Dramatic music would play and the camera would drive right in for a close up of the tears in his eyes. There'd be some sort of 360 rotating shot with things flying around his head that he was remembering. I may not be an actor, but I could sure be a director.

When J.J. did get home after his detention, he was quick to apologize to us again. We sat him down and had a long talk about how to handle things like that in the future without violence. We talked about it from both sides, in preparation for when he starts liking girls, or boys...or any of the other 71 made-up genders, whichever he chooses. We explained the idea of asking for consent before doing anything, and how to respond both negatively and positively if he got asked. We made sure to have the conversation in private to avoid him receiving misinformation from Blake.

All in all, despite being summoned to the school, this was a pretty good day in our parenting world. I think I can handle this. It's always nice to have a practice kid to ensure the second child turns out better. Speaking of the practice kid, we need to let him know the details of our day, and conversation with J.J., so he stays on point with us. Last thing we need is him suggesting that kneeing some guy in the nuts is the best way to get him to stop talking to you. It is, but we don't need him explaining it to J.J.

Once Blake was home, we went to talk to him in his bedroom. At first, I think he figured he might be in trouble. What kid wouldn't when both his parents show up at his door and say `we'd like to talk to you.' That's usually not a good thing.

"Blake, we'd like to talk to you," I said trying to sound very parental.

"Sure, what's up? Did that guy and his girl complain or something?" He asked sitting on the side of his bed.

"No, what guy?" Colin asked.

"Nothing. If it's about my science test, I didn't cheat. I simply told Donnie that his phone was flashing in his backpack and the teacher thought we were exchanging answers."

"No, we're not talking here about that, either," I assured him. "Did you pass the test?"

"Yeah. I think the teacher believed me when he saw Donnie's phone. Plus, I always get A's so it's not like I'd have to cheat. Are you here about North's car? Because I never once drove it on public property. I swear. The cop even said there was nothing he could do."

"Blake," Colin smirked. "Please stop talking before you talk yourself into a death sentence for something. You know about taking the fifth?"

"Sure. The fifth amendment of the United States constitution says that every citizen has the right to remain silent to not self-incriminate themselves. That's a section 13 in Canada, right Justin?"

"Sort of. You can be forced to answer incriminating questions, but those answers cannot be used against you in a different trial, they must be excluded."

"Are you wanting to continue defending yourself against things we haven't a clue about, or do you want to know why we're here?"

"I'd like to know why you're here, but first; do I need a lawyer?" He grinned. I sat beside Blake on the bed.

"No lawyer required," Colin assured him, as he pulled up the desk chair to sit in front of him.

We explained the day and showed Blake the yearbooks. He quickly identified two boys he was pretty sure had been John's friends at the time, but he wasn't a hundred percent sure. He liked the idea of going to visit the old school, and asked if he could go along. I figured a few of those memories would also belong to Blake, so we agreed. As you could imagine with Blake, he became pretty excited and couldn't wait to show J.J. the yearbook. We decided to hide the memoriam page for now, and paperclipped it to the adjacent page. We would have torn it out, but someday he might appreciate being able to look back at his history in its entirety.

Each time I saw the page, it immediately brought up how devastating the whole thing must have been for everyone involved or affected by it. Now it was like we were reversing time.

The three of us went to J.J,'s room to talk to him. J.J. immediately began apologizing to Blake for punching a girl. You can see the guilt paranoia runs in the family. Wait until they get arrested for something, and toss everyone they've ever met under the bus, and admit to crimes not yet committed.

Blake just grinned at his brother. "Dude. She was wrong to come at you like that. Next time, grab the girl by the back of the head and slam your tongue down her throat. Then grab her boob. Fight fire with fire, buddy. She'll back off pretty fast. Of course, if she's an older woman ask her for her panties and tell her she can get them back at your place later."

"Blake!" I said sharply. "Absolutely none of that is good advice, and Ixnay the irefay references."

I know we're trying to get them to bond as brothers, but would it really be that bad if we kept them apart? Blake could go to the Academy boarding school, and we'd check in with him on major holidays to see how he's doing.

Colin just stared at me as if he didn't understand what I'd just said, before turning back to J.J. "Ignore Blake, and don't do any of that. Walk away from the situation, like we told you."

"Or that," Blake nodded in agreement. "At 10, the best thing you can do if you don't like the girl, is just say a loud `gross!', laugh at her, and then walk away. Makes it much more likely that she won't ever try again."

"Cool," J.J. nodded. "Thanks Blake. Oh, Justin. I kinda know pig Latin, so you probably shouldn't use it anymore. What do adults do next?"

"Huh?" I asked.

"When we're little, adults spell words they don't want us to understand. Then it's pig Latin. What's after that?"

"I guess we text? Not sure. What did we do with Blake at this age?" I asked Colin.

"Nothing. Being new at it, we didn't know we were supposed to hide stuff," he reasoned.

"Okay, so that wasn't the best idea considering what we're left with now," I teased.

J.J. laughed. "My parents always went to their room to talk in low voices so that me and Layne couldn't here. Uncle Steve just talked to us like we were adults."

"Which did you prefer?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. I think when it was stuff about me or Layne, I wanted to know, but when they were talking about adult problems, I was fine not knowing."

"Then that's what we'll try. If the conversation affects you, we'll be open and discuss it with you. If it only affects others, we'll talk in private. Fair?" Colin offered.

"Fair," J.J. nodded.

"Then that's why we're here," I said segwaying into the reason we were in his room.

We spent the next hour going over what we'd learned and showing him the yearbooks. Of course, he was curious about the pages clipped together, so we explained why we didn't want him to see it yet. He thought about it for a minute, and then agreed to wait. By the time he closed the second book and handed them back to us, he had gone quiet. Blake asked if he remembered anyone, and specifically opened the yearbook to the pages he'd identified as J.J.'s friends.

"I don't think so. Some of it kinda looks like I know it, but I'm not sure. Do you remember any of them Blake?" He asked.

"We never really hung out with the same people, J.J. I was already in grade 6 when you were in grade 2, so we never hung out together. That would have been social suicide at our age. Mostly you just found me at the end of school so we could walk home together. I remember some of the teachers though.

"Did I like any?" He inquired.

"I think everyone liked Mr. Klassen, the gym teacher. He was pretty cool. Also Miss Goldarb. She taught science, and always made it fun."

"I hope I liked them too," J.J. said reflectively.

"You probably did. I think you liked home ec., too, since you were always wanting to cook stuff you learned in that class."

I was?" he asked with interest.

"Sure. Dude, you liked cooking. Sometimes mom would get mad at you for trying to cook things without an adult being around, but you were pretty good at it. Your favorite was baking cookies and cupcakes. Mom always wanted you to use premixed stuff as it was easier, but you always wanted to make shit from scratch, which took way longer. Between you and me, your stuff was always better than what mom made."

J.J. grinned. "Wish I could remember how to do that now. I like cookies."

"No reason why we couldn't look up some recipes, and figure it out together," I replied. Both Colin and Blake stared at me as if I'd grown an extra eye or something. How hard could it be to bake some cookies? What's the worst that could happen? Food poisoning, third degree burns from the oven, burning the house down...wait...that could be triggering. "I'm sure we could find someone that knows how to cook to give you a few lessons until it comes back to you," I added quickly, seemingly satisfying everyone.

Blake suddenly sat upright and slapped his head. "Damn it. I'm a fucking idiot."

"Okay, let's cut the theatrics, Blake," I said trying to look serious. "No need to point out the obvious so dramatically."

He gave me the finger. "I'll be right back. Damn it. I'm so stupid."

He was gone only a couple minutes and returned with his laptop, and sat back down. "Remember that disk we found in the bank safety deposit box that my parents...our parents left for us? It has all the pictures of us together as a family."

"We've already shown a lot of those," Colin reminded him.

"True, but now that J.J. has a couple more thoughts in his head, maybe some of them will be more memorable. We never showed him pictures of the whole family, so maybe now we could?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I think it'd be good to introduce a bit more of the past. Try to focus on any with the kitchen or cooking with your mom that you mentioned."

"Got it," he nodded. "J.J. These are pictures of all of us right from when you were born. Maybe some of these will help your memory. I can make a copy, and put them on your computer so you can look through them whenever you want."

"Okay, thanks," J.J. replied as Blake started to show a few pictures.

"These are the ones Colin and Justin think are cute," Blake grinned as he showed the ones of him in the bath.

"Is that you Blake?" J.J. asked.

"Yeah. I think I was about two then. Still had the big penis though."

"Not so much at that age. You've had bigger zits," I teased as the pictures continued.

"This is you and me. I was probably six and you were two and a half," Blake explained before flipping to the next picture.

"Whoa. Why's a girl in the bath with us?" J.J. exclaimed.

"That's Jennifer," Blake said a little quieter as he sat there looking at it. I put my arm around his back. "She was our older sister. I think in this one you were only like a year old. I was maybe four and a half and she was six." The pictures continued rapidly as Blake tried to get through the various ages. These had all been in Blake's possession since just after the fire, and he rarely mentions them. From his reaction today as he scrolled through them with us, I could sort of see why. They were bringing up a whole lot of memories and emotions. "This is you about six," Blake said showing one of J.J. in the kitchen with his mom baking cookies. His face was covered in chocolate and he was grinning from ear to ear.

We all laughed at it, which turned out to be a pretty good stress reliever.

"You always got to eat the leftover chocolate chips," Blake explained. "Mom tried to make sure you put all of them in the cookie batter, but you always hid some in your apron for later. I think this is one time you got caught eating more than normal."

Colin went to grab a flash drive for Blake so they could transfer the pictures to J.J.'s laptop, which Blake made sure he took as his responsibility.

"Dude, if you want to go through them together, I can explain them to you. Might be easier than you just seeing pictures and not knowing where it is or who the people are. Dads, do you think it'd be okay if J.J. and me look through this in private?"

Colin looked at me. I guess this is where my psychology expertise comes in. "I think that's a good idea, but maybe take it a bit at a time. Don't try to go through them all at once, and take your time with each picture to really look at them."

Colin and I suggested that the boys come down for something eat and after dinner they could hang out together. After putting the laptop aside, Blake stood up and hugged us. I'm guessing this will be even more emotional for him than for J.J. I really wanted to stay to support him, but I think deep down I agreed that it just needed to be Blake and J.J. for now.

After we'd eaten, the boys disappeared and we never saw them again. Ever. We just got on with our lives. I'm joking. When we did go up and check on them, they'd both fallen asleep on the bed face down with the laptop in front of them. We moved it aside, and quietly debated whether we should undress them for bed. It was decided it was just easier to remove their socks and throw a blanket over them. If they wake up, no doubt they'll shuffle themselves into bed properly. We left quietly and headed for our room.

"I hope some of those pictures help," I said as Colin and I used the bathroom to get ready for bed ourselves.

"Me too. With the yearbooks, pictures and the upcoming school visit, he's getting quite the flood of information."

"Agreed," I nodded. "We should ease back for a bit after the school visit. Let some of it sink in. Too much bombardment and we could overload him and make things worse."

Colin took my lead and we worked on our own stimulation for the next few hours...and not a single picture at all.

It was a few days later before we headed over to the school. First, we wanted to make sure J.J. was ready for such a visit and that the teachers would have time to prepare. This could be as much a shock for them, as it had the potential to be for J.J. We arranged to go at 5pm so that the school would be empty of kids. We all agreed that would be way too much for anyone to deal with. We heard back from a couple parents of kids that J.J. knew. One was very emotional and never hesitated to say that the boys should get together, regardless of whether they remembered each other or not. They believed it would be positive for them. The other family said they'd prefer not to bring it up again as their son didn't remember John, and they'd dealt with a lot when he was presumed dead. I can respect that. Not sure I agree, but it's their kid, and we have no right to interfere in how they raise a serial killer.

Colin and I debated over whether to take Blake to the school with us or not, as we wanted the entire focus to be J.J. and nothing. In the end, we figured he'd be good support of J.J. if anything came rushing back, or perhaps Blake could share details that teachers wouldn't know. While Blake could be a wild card at times, he was smart and mature enough to know when something was serious enough to behave properly.

Even after we arrived at the school, we gave J.J. the opportunity to change his mind.

"Is this the school I went to?" He asked almost quietly.

"Yeah, buddy. You went here for grades one and two," Blake replied before we had a chance. "Does anything look familiar?"

He shrugged. "No."

We made our way inside, letting him take his time to look around as we made our way to the office. I half expected the teachers to have a surprise welcome back party for him, but I knew that wouldn't happen. I mean in my mind it was happening, but the mess in there is rarely like reality.

We entered the office and found Mr. Nystrom waiting. AS soon as he saw J.J., you could see him holding back the emotion. I'm sure the thought of J.J. actually being alive wasn't entirely real until this exact moment. "I'm happy to see you again J.J. You're a lot bigger than the last time I saw you. I'm Mr. Nystrom. I was your principal when you were here."

"Hi," J.J. said shaking his hand.

"Hello Blake. You've changed a lot too. You've grown into quite a fine looking young man."

"Thank you, sir," Blake said shaking his hand as well.

Nystrom turned his attention to us. "I thought we could just take a walk through the school to some of the classrooms J.J. attended and meet a couple of the teachers he had, who have waited behind to see him again. I was able to find the records of which locker you had, so we can visit that as well, if that's okay with you."

"That sounds good," Colin nodded, with me agreeing as well.

"I understand you had a chance to pick your own name recently. What does the J.J. stand for?" Mr. Nystrom asked to engage with him. He already knew, but it was a good way of breaking the ice.

"It Jaxson, Jayce Jaxson," J.J. grinned using his patent pending response.

"I like it. Are you still pursuing some of the same hobbies? I think you were into singing and cooking if I remember. I believe you also enjoyed soccer."

"I didn't know I liked those things until Justin and Colin showed me those yearbooks. Blake said I used to cook at home with our mom, but I don't remember that."

"Well, I'm sure you'll have varied interests as you grow up. Maybe you will revisit things you liked now that you know of it. Let's go take a tour of the school."

We made our way slowly around the school, letting J.J. soak it all in. Mostly he just looked bored. Not a lot of kids get excited about school during hours, and even less after hours.

"This is your old science class," Mr. Nystrom told him, as we paused outside the door. "Miss Goldarb was your teacher and she waited after class to meet you. Would you like to go in and meet her?"

"Sure," he replied.

We entered the science lab and the teach stood up the second we arrived. She was nowhere near as good at holding back her emotions as the principal.

"Hi J.J. It's so good to see you again," she said obviously trying to hold back tears. Who could blame her? I almost had tears feeling her emotions. You're so grown up now."

"Thank you," he said looking at her.

"Hi Miss Goldarb," Blake said during the awkward moment where I thought it was quite possible that she was going to rush J.J. and pull him into a bone crushing hug. Maybe teachers have learned not to do that because of some weird parent consequence. Honestly that sucks. A simple hug or a pat on the shoulder is something that should absolutely be allowed when a kid needs obvious emotional support. Agreed it should stop after elementary school, but a little kid is away from their parents for the first time, and looks up to possibly the only other adult in their lives. No wonder we have kids craving attention anyway they can get it as they get older.

Of course, I don't think a teacher patting a high schooler on the ass is an appropriate method of emotional support, unless you're the boys' football coach. That seems to be a thing. I'm gonna see what qualifications you need for that. The coaching, not the ass patting...I have that part covered.

"Blake, it's good to see you too," she said acknowledging him. "I'm so happy that you boys are back together. Do you still like science J.J.?"

"Yeah," he grinned looking around. "Do you know how to make elephant's toothpaste?" he asked.

"Dude, you remember that?" Blake asked pausing to stare at him.

"No. We do it at my other school and it's pretty cool. Just wondered if you knew too."

"I do know how. In fact, I think that's something you really liked the first time you saw it. Good to know it's still something you find fun," she replied as we let him roam around the science lab at his own speed.

When he was done, he thanked her for letting him visit. I still had odds on her actually pulling him in for that hug, probably more for her sake than his at this point. We moved on down to the gym, which had the next teacher waiting for us. He was being a typical gym coach throwing basketballs into the hoop. He turned to greet us as we entered. I'm not sure if coaches just think differently than other humans, but he bounced a basketball towards us. J.J. ran after it and threw it back. One thing that's great about doing sports in an elementary school is everything is kid size. Hoops are lower, baseball field is smaller, and so on. Even the locker rooms are shrunk down, and don't get me started on the placement of urinals. You almost have to get on your knees to use them, but I seriously don't recommend that. Kids that age have really bad aim.

"I'm Coach Klassen, and you must be J.J."

"Yes, sir," he replied.

"It's so good to see you back, J.J." he said bouncing the ball back to him. "Take a shot. Let's see if that arm's as good as it used to be."

J.J. ran up to take the shot. He came close, but missed slightly. The coach threw the ball at Blake. Your turn Blake. Both you boys have grown a lot since I saw you last."

Blake ran up and took an easy shot considering the height of the net. He tossed the ball back to J.J. who took another shot, this time getting it in.

"Nice, J.J. Do you still enjoy playing soccer, or have you moved to basketball now that you're so much taller?" The coach asked.

"I think I like soccer more. I'm not good at basketball," J.J. replied as he looked around the gym.

"It's not important that you be good, at least when you're starting out. It's just important that you enjoy it."

"Hey coach, J.J. was thinking of joining martial arts. I'm in karate, but do you recommend a different on if he does get into it?"

"Starting young, I'd go with Jiu Jitsu, then as you develop more muscles and strength, I'd move into Muay Thai. But the one you're in, karate, is good for all ages too. It's good to know how to defend yourself boys," he advised.

"Especially against pushy girls," Blake said chuckling at J.J., then looked at us. "Too soon?"

"Too soon," I nodded, rolling my eyes at the same time.

"You should go take a tour of the locker room, J.J. It's probably still the same. Probably has the same smell at least," he laughed.

"Olfactory senses can be the strongest triggers," I said quietly Colin.

"Thanks coach. We'll go check it out," Blake said as the two boys headed to the locker room together. We figured we let them tour that by themselves. Once they were out of sight, the coach came over to us.

"I have to admit, that was difficult. Trying not to overreact when I saw him. The day we heard of the tragedy was perhaps the darkest day I've ever had...that most of us have probably ever had. To say that I'm overjoyed to see him again would be an understatement. If there's anything further I can do to help, please contact me."

"We will, thanks. I think this is a good start. We don't know what will trigger a memory, but we're hopeful something will, and we can build on that."

"Good luck to you. It's good to see both boys again."

"Thank you," Colin replied. I think the conversation would have continued but the boys returned from the locker room.

"It's way smaller than I remember," Blake said quickly.

"That's because you're a lot bigger," the coach smiled. "Was there anything familiar to you in there, J.J.?" He asked.

"No. Looks like the locker room at my other school," he shrugged.

We thanked the coach and moved on with the tour. I could see that J.J. was getting bored, so we suggested that we call it a day and asked if he'd like to grab something to eat instead. We thanked the principal for his time, and the boys shook his hand again and said their goodbyes. We headed to McDonald's as that was always a favorite for the boys. Blake seemed to find the tour interesting as he talked about all the things he used to get up to at the school when he went there.

"I was small enough back then that me and one of my friends used to hide in our locker at recess, mostly on rainy days though. We made a game out of talking to each other through the holes in the sides. It was like we were on our own spy mission. I think we stopped doing it when we got too big to fit in."

"Makes sense," I nodded. "Do you do anything like that at your school J.J.?"

"No. I like recess, even if it is raining," he replied. "Ummm...I like the school I'm in now, `cause all my friends are there. You're not going to make me go to that other school, are you?"

"Not at all. We just wanted to show you where you'd started school, and see if you could remember any of it. We wouldn't want you to have to give up your friends," I assured him.

"That's good. I thought you wanted to take them away like with my parents," he said quietly as he ate his fries.

"Ouch," Blake said looking at us.

"J.J., I know this is tough right now, but hopefully when you get your memories back, you'll remember all the years you spent with Blake and how much fun you had together. It may take a while, but until then, hopefully we can introduce you to a few more things that you used to enjoy, and see if any of them help your brain heal."

"Is my brain broken?"

"Not exactly. Normally your brain has all its information stored so when you need to access it, you just open that file up and there's what you need. Right now, there are a few spaces that are locked and you don't have to key to get to them. We're trying to help you find that key."

Blake just shook his head. "I keep telling you to put air tags on things so you won't lose them," he chuckled, getting a small smile out of J.J. He then pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight which he put up against J.J.'s ear, and looked in like he was a doctor. "I dunno Dad, there's nothing but cobwebs and empty space in there."

Colin laughed. "Damn it Blake. How many times do I have to tell you how to use the camera? You've got the thing backwards. You're looking in your own ear."

J.J. laughed harder. "That means you have cobwebs," he added to ensure we knew why it was funny. Then it somehow became important for both boys to check our ears. Next thing we knew we were talking about going out on the boat. I'm not even sure I know how the conversation got to that, but I guess we're going boating. By the time we got to the marina, it turns out it was more interesting to go on the Aquabus across False Creek than to take out our boat. That was fine by Colin as he said it was a lot of work to take out the big boat. I'm pretty sure we haven't sold the old yacht, so I suppose we could have taken that out as it was much easier to maneuver. I suggested it.

"Actually, we've been renting it out. I have a company handling the bookings and providing the crew to operate it. Like an Air B&B thing, and it's making pretty good money, so we may hang onto the '56 for now," Colin explained.

"Seems like that would be expensive to make it profitable, especially if you have to pay a crew."

"I figure if someone is willing to pay the price, why not take their money? If it stops being profitable, we can still sell the boat anyway," he reasoned.

I just shrugged. "Makes cents to me. Get it? cents instead of sense."

"I got it. Won't stop me from pushing you overboard, but I got it," he chuckled as he held my hand while we bounced from Aquabus to Aquabus during our tour of the inlet on these tiny tugboats. The boys love it and while we were on the south side of the creek, we stopped to let the boys explore Granville Island. By the time we got home, we were exhausted and crashed out in the media room to watch a movie. I had to smile when I saw J.J. cuddled in next to Blake, who had his arm around his little brother. This is the way it should be. I look forward to the day J.J. gets his memories back.

This is the point in most shows where dramatic foreshadowing music plays, the room darkens, and the camera moves in quickly to reveal the dead eyes of the troubled boy warning of evil things ahead. But after several seconds, none of those things happened so I knew we were going to be just fine. Blake had already made it clear that he intends to do anything possible to help J.J. with his memories and I expect he'll take that promise to whatever lengths required. Meanwhile it was just one day at a time.

You always know when Blake returns home as he makes sure to be the loudest guy in the room. "Hey Dad! This is Jalen. He's on our diving team," he announced as he strolled in with a guy that almost needed to duck under the doorway. "Jalen, this one of my dads, Justin."

"Nice to meet you sir," he replied.

"Nice to meet you too. Call me Justin. How was school, shrimp," I said grinning at Blake as he much shorter than he actually was next to his new friend, who was definitely over 6 feet.

"Regular school crap, and who you calling shrimp?" he snapped back as he tried to stand taller. "Anyway, everyone looks short next to Jalen."

"How are you enjoying diving, Jalen? Have you been doing it long?"

"Only a year. I'm not as good as Blake yet. Maybe one day."

"As long as you're having fun. How old are you?"

"Just turned 16 a month ago."

"What are you guys up to today?" I asked, looking at Blake.

"We're going running for a bit."

"Running?"

"Yeah. Jalen's training for a marathon, so I'm gonna run with him. I can't do as far as he does, but he's just doing a practice run today. I mean for every step he takes; I have to take two. That's because he has super long legs. How far we gonna go today?"

"Probably only three kilometers. It's an off day today," Jalen replied. I looked him over and he was a pretty decent looking guy. Light brown hair, blue eyes, a little skinny from what I could see with his clothes on, and as aforementioned, tall! He looked like he had a bit of a perma tan, giving him somewhat of a Latin look, but he might just be fake tanning.

"Well have fun. If Blake collapses on the run, just call, and we'll come scoop him up with a front-end loader," I grinned.

"Dad! I can run 3K, no problem. Is it okay if Jalen stays for dinner?"

"Sure. I think we're having octopus and camel nose tonight."

"Works for me," Blake grinned as Jalen looked stunned. "He means chicken. You learn to ignore him after a while." The boys disappeared upstairs for a few minutes before returning in running gear. Shorts and a sweatshirt made Jalen almost look taller. He's gonna have to read the signs on bridges when they pass underneath to make sure he has clearance.

They were gone a while and when they returned, Jalen looked as fresh as when he'd left. Blake on the other hand looked like he'd run through several lawn sprinklers and been chased by lions, but to his credit, he appeared to have done it. In fairness, I would have collapsed before the end of the driveway and taken a taxi the rest of the way.

"We're just gonna grab a shower and then hit the pool and hot tub," Blake announced.

"Dinner will be in about an hour when everyone else gets home."

"Would you like to come swimming with us Justin?" Jalen asked. "I wouldn't want to interfere with your routine."

"My routine?"

"Yeah, it's cool Dad. I mentioned that we normally do laps when I get home after school, so he said he wouldn't mind if you joined us," Blake smirked. Since when do we normally do laps?

"I'll just get some of the things ready for dinner and then I'll come down."

"Cool, we gotta go get a shower first anyway," Blake said as they turned to head upstairs.

It wasn't long before I saw them heading down to the pool level wrapped in towels. I would normally have let the guys just swim on their own, but this was the guy Blake said had a dick the size of his forearm and could shoot cum through tiles. I would really like to get to know a guy like that, and I also wanted to know how much of it was Blake exaggerating. I mean the guy definitely wasn't ten feet tall, but he towered over the rest of us. I farted around in the kitchen for a bit to waste time before heading downstairs. Both of them were in the pool.

"Hey Dad!" Blake yelled waving his hand as if I somehow might not be able to see him...One of only two people in the pool. "Ask him if you don't believe me," Blake said to Jalen.

"Ask me what? If we're planning on selling Blake to a lab to experiment on? He's right."

"You're still not funny, Justin. I told him we always skinny dip, but he thinks I'm kidding."

I nodded. "Blake's not really a clothes person. I think if we'd let him, he'd go to school naked."

"Imagine how much more popular I'd be then? Everyone fighting over who gets me next."

"More likely they'd be all scrambling for forks to gouge out their eyes," I replied.

"Whatever. He's just jealous because I'm hotter than he is," Blake said as he got out of the pool. I gave him a look that he caught, and smiled. "Yeah, I'm wearing shorts."

Blake cannonballed back in the pool. When he resurfaced, he swam over to the edge of the pool and looked up at me. "You joining us?"

"I'll have to go find my swim suit first," I replied.

"It's okay if you guys want to skinny dip if that's what you normally do. I don't mind. You get used to seeing guys in the locker room, especially when we're there three or four times a week," Jalen said speaking up.

"You'd like skinny dipping if you tried it. I promise," Blake suggested.

"I think Jalen should do what makes him the most comfortable, and maybe not take advice from the guy who thinks a birthday suit is good church wear."

"Hey, if there's one place that should allow nudity, it's church. Wasn't God the one who dropped Adam and Eve into the garden of Eden without clothes? You'd think anyone who showed up nude at church would be going back to the roots of the religion and would be more than welcome. Anywho, Jalen, dad's a psychologist, so if you tell him anything, he has to keep it to himself or he gets disbarred."

"Technically I'd lose my licence. I think only lawyers or drunks can get disbarred," I replied wondering how that topic came up out of nowhere.

"Really? That's cool." Jalen nodded. "I guess that's why you guys are so open around each other, huh? If I talked like you guys around my parents, I'd get grounded."

"We believe we should all be comfortable enough to speak our mind, Blake included."

"That's cool. Sometimes I wish I had a person to talk to like that," he said a little quieter.

"You can talk to Justin. He's not bad at shrink stuff. At least when he's not being a dad about it."

"I might not be as good as I'd like to be, considering how Blake turned out," I joked as I pulled off my shirt. Blake hitched up out of the water, dropped his shorts and tossed them onto the nearest lounger, before doing another cannonball. Jalen had a front row view to the show. I finished undressing and dove in the pool with them. Jalen looked and chose to stay in his suit, despite the speedo not really leaving much left to show.

"I'll race you, Justin. You can join too, Jalen."

We lined up at the end of the pool and I gave it everything I had. Jalen actually beat me with Blake coming in third.

"You're quite the athlete, Jalen."

"I like sports, but I just wish I didn't stand out as much as I do."

"Why? Isn't that a good thing? You stand out and get noticed?"

"I don't mind getting noticed for doing sports, but mostly I get noticed for how tall I am. I've been 6 feet since I was 12 and I keep growing."

"And you're what six two now? That's a good height."

"I'm six four, but I'm only 16. I could still get taller."

"Being tall is a good thing, especially for a boy. Once your body begins to fill out a little with more muscles from all your sports, you'll have girls all over you."

"They're already all over him, Dad. He could pretty much have any girl he wanted. I think they all know how big his dick is, and wanna see what 10 inches looks like."

"Blake. Not everyone wants details of their body measurements blurted out."

"I'm not blurting anything out. I'm just pointing out why people are already all over him. If you thought I had trouble getting my penis in a speedo, you should see how full Jalen's is. All I know is it's a good thing we swim in cold water, so we have shrinkage. If we had to dive into a hot tub, both of us would be having fashion emergencies before we got out of the pool."

"Blake, I never once thought about how much trouble you'd have getting your penis into a speedo. It's just not something I sit and worry about," I assured him.

"This is a weird conversation," Jalen remarked, "but he's not wrong. Cold water is definitely your friend when wearing a small suit."

"I told Jalen that for guys as big as us in the dick department, it's better that we tuck our dicks down between our balls instead up off to the side like lots of the guys. Some can even lift it straight up. If me or Jalen did that, it would stick out the top of the suit and be past our belly buttons."

"I have no idea if you're bragging or being helpful," I admitted.

"Being helpful, duh! Even when Jalen isn't hard it's big, so we gotta figure out ways to keep it packed in there."

"Not sure how that's a `we' thing that you have to be involved in, but now that you've figured it out, that topic should be concluded."

"It is. I had the biggest dick on the team until Jalen joined. Now he's the king."

"Blake, you're still the king. You just misheard your team. They said you WERE the biggest dick on the team, not that you HAD the biggest dick."

"See what I live with Jalen. Maybe I could live with you," Blake joked.

"You wouldn't like it. I'd rather live here," Jalen replied. "I like that you can just say whatever you want."

"We're working on that," I grinned. "One day. One day soon, we hope his adult brain will arrive and we'll have a normal person in the house."

Blake howled with a fake laugh. "If I were normal, I'd be the only one in THIS house. Anyway, the team does not call me a dick...just for the record. We all see each other in the showers, so we know who has what."

"It makes sense though," I assured Jalen. "Since you're taller than most boys your age, it's only natural that other parts of you would grow in proportion. Don't worry. As soon as the others get their grow spurts, you won't feel as out of place."

"We all may get taller, Dad, but not many guys are gonna end up with massive penises, which is where it counts. I thought my eight inches was huge compared to most guys I've seen, but ten is gonna be hard to beat."

"No pun intended, right?" I smirked as I looked at him. He seemed oblivious to the fact he was making his friend blush.

"Oh yeah," Blake laughed. "Hard to beat. Because it's 10 inches. Get it, Jalen?"

"I got it," he replied.

"Is that what you guys do at diving practice. Talk about how big your dicks are?" I asked.

"No. It...it just comes up from time to time," he beamed. "Pun intended!"

"And I'll bet you're the one who brings it up...wait. Let me rephrase that. I'll bet you're the one who starts the conversation."

Jalen grinned to himself and nodded. "He does."

"Not always. We probably are more open than most sports teams, only because we're basically naked around each other all the time anyway. But we don't sit around talking about boners. Sometimes you just learn things," Blake explained.

"Blake is the Wikipedia of penises," I commented to Jalen. "I think he knows the stats of every guy in school. Okay, now that you've successfully embarrassed your friend, what else do you guys have planned?"

"After dinner we'll probably go down to the games room and hang out for a bit. Maybe do some weights for a while, play some basketball."

"Sounds like a full night. Jalen, if Blake gets out of hand, you have my permission to put him in a headlock and cut off his air supply to shut him up. He has a tendency to speak what he's thinking, so if that gets too much, just drop him where he stands."

Jalen smiled. "No, it's cool. That's what I like about Blake. He is always just himself, no matter what people think. I wish I could be more like he is. Right now, I just try to get through each day without feeling like a freak."

"I don't think you're a freak in any sense of the word. Kids can be cruel, but it's usually to take attention away from their own flaws. Just ignore them if you can, or stand up for yourself if you can't. If they think they're not getting to you, they should eventually move on to someone else."

"I doubt it. They call out things like how's the air up there and do I need an oxygen mask. Stuff like that."

"I realize that might sound like an insult, but it is just as likely that they're jealous. Being a tall guy is a good thing, and to be blunt, so is having a big dick. If you have both, then no wonder they're trying to pick on you."

"Oh, he has a big one alright. It's like the size of my forearm," Blake added.

"Well that doesn't mean it's big. It just means you have small arms," I teased.

Jalen laughed. "That's a good one, but he's right. That's just another thing that makes me a freak and guys are always challenging me about my penis. They keep asking me to prove that I'm as big as they hear about."

I gave him a smile. "Then that one is easy. Just reply that you've heard they only had three inches, so you'll show yours if they show theirs first. In most cases that'll stop them."

"Yeah. It's true Jalen. I've had guys do that to me, so that's what I say. Maybe only 5% actually whip theirs out. Guys on the team aren't like that though as we see each other all the time," he clarified, probably more for my sake than Jalen's.

"I can tell you that kids in school always pick on others. It's just the unfortunate reality of being a teenager. Many will just pick on a kid just to be able to have a conversation with them. I know it sounds ridiculous, but sometimes they single you out because they want to get to know you. You could be shy and they pick on you for that, or short, or have an unusual haircut, or freckles. Any number of reasons. You just happen to be tall which, no pun intended either, makes you a bigger target. But one thing you must get absolutely clear in your head...you are NOT a freak. Not even close."

"I kinda am in a way though," Jalen said almost reflectively. "I've always been taller than anyone else my age. When I was 12 and puberty began, I quickly learned that being tall wasn't the only place I was bigger than other boys. My friends and me always compared, mostly so they could see if theirs were catching up. The more guys they told, the more wanted to see it. If I wouldn't show them, they got pissed off and started making fun of me. Girls are a different story though."

"Girls are always a different story," Blake said. "They don't know what they like most of the time."

I really wanted to reach under the water and take hold of Jalen's package to know for sure if it was too big, but since he was a straight boy that I barely knew, it might not be the right approach. We never covered checking genitalia in my psychology class. Maybe that's PhD level stuff.

"Wanna go in the hot tub?" Blake suggested. "My muscles might need some heat on them now."

"Good idea. The heat helps the muscles and opens the pores. Then we can jump back in the cold water which slams the pores shut to force out toxins," Jalen agreed as we swam to the side of the pool.

Is that true? I'd have to do some research. Does that mean our pool is now full of everyone's toxins? I suppose there's been a lot worse in this pool. We climbed out and headed to the hot tub to warm up.

I couldn't help but check out the bulge in Jalen's small speedo, and I wasn't disappointed. It was impressive and it stretched the fabric well beyond it's intended factory specifications. `We're at 140%, captain. I dunno how much longer it can hold.' (You have to do that in a Scottish accent).

"What other sports are you into, Jalen? Basketball?"

"Nah. Everyone said I should, because of my height, but I prefer football, swimming, diving and running. I might take up lacrosse, but I'm not sure yet. My diving coach says I'm too tall be a great diver, and suggested I focus on swimming instead. But he's supportive of my dives anyway, which is nice. It's cool you guys have a pool and hot tub. It's nice to hit both of them after a run."

"I like the steam room too," Blake told him. "It's as good for your muscles and pores as the hot tub. We also have a dry sauna, but that I don't like as much. Sometimes burns my nose, as the air is too dry and the wood benches get hot. Wanna go in the steam room next?"

"Sure."

"Okay, let me just get it warmed up. ADAM, turn on the steam room please, regular heat," he yelled into the air.

The required ding sounded and Jalen nodded. "Is that like Alexa?"

"Better. It's our own version of it that does all sorts of stuff."

We waited a bit until Blake assumed the steam room was hot enough before heading in. Jalen was obviously feeling a bit self-conscious since Blake's early comments, and had his hand partially over his crotch to hide the bulge as we headed across the deck. Most straight guys do that, especially when naked. They hold their junk to hide it. Why? Just why? Don't they know there are lots of gays guys who would really enjoy seeing it? So inconsiderate. Blake insisted the best place was on the upper bench where it was hotter. "Steam rises, so if you want really hot you go up here and when you need cooler, you lie on the lower bench."

"Cool. I like this house. If I lived here, I'd probably never go outside."

"I'll show you the rest of it afterwards. We can even check out the nudists on the beach below," he grinned.

"You have a nude beach here?"

"Yeah. Lots of people use it. Mostly in the summer. Not as busy as Wreck Beach though."

"I dunno if I could go on a nude beach. People stare at me enough with clothes on. I'd never be able to handle seeing naked women."

"They'd wouldn't be looking at how tall you were at least," Blake grinned. "They'd be looking at your humungous dick. I used to get boners down on the beach all the time, now I can mostly handle it. It's things like this steam room that make me get hard now."

"I think we can all see that," I teased, as both Blake and I were still undressed.

"So? I always get a boner in here. Jalen's probably got one too," Blake said as he reached over and moved his friend's hand off his lap to take a look. I couldn't help but look and saw the outline of the enlarged penis stretching off to the side. That speedo was earning it's pay today as it struggled to contain it, but you could clearly see that there was a lot more in the trunks than just a few minutes ago.

He blushed and rushed to hide it again. "Sorry. It does that a lot, even when I don't want it to."

"No need to apologize around here," I assured him.

"Do you guys always hang out naked?" Jalen asked looking at both of us.

"All the time," Blake replied for me. "It's pretty normal. If you're over here a lot, you'll probably see everyone without clothes at some point. It's just guys being guys."

"I could never do that. I'd be way too embarrassed."

I added my own thoughts before Blake could. "You start off feeling like that, but the more you do it, the less intimidating it gets. You find you gain more confidence about yourself over time."

"I dunno about that. I'd be way more nervous with people looking at me even more. I'd die for sure if I got an erection."

"Girls might like that," Blake said grinning.

Jalen nodded. "I think they just go out with me to be able to check and see if the rumours are true anyway. One girl tried to blow me, but she said it hurt her mouth too much, so she only got it in past the top part. With another girl I came before I got into her and she got pissed and left."

"Be patient. Girls your age aren't as experienced either. They'll get there," I advised. "Just go slow and don't rush it. You'll find the right girl."

"Yeah, that's for sure," Blake piped up. "Oh, and I told Jalen that if he couldn't find some place to take a girl for sex, he could always bring her here."

"That's always a problem at our age," Jalen acknowledged, "finding a place to do it. Can't exactly take a girl to my room as my parent's would be all over that."

"No worries. Bring a girl over here and use my room. Once you have some foreplay fun to get her ready, just slip inside and take the pussy train to orgasm town."

"The pussy train to orgasm town? Blake, seriously? Stop watching porn, will you?" I said shaking my head.

Jalen just laughed.

"Hey, what can I say. If you got a girl willing to get naked and go to bed with you, she obviously wants sex. You gotta find out what she can handle and work on opening her vagina until she's begging for your cock. That's how I do it," Blake bragged, confident as always.

"Dude, anyone can take three inches."

"Fuck you. You know I'm almost 8."

"But girls like an I.Q. higher than that, buddy. I already told you that," I teased back. He gave me the finger as Jalen laughed.

"Are you sure you're father and son? You sound more like me and my brother."

"Older or younger brother?" I asked.

"Younger. Keegan. He's almost 13, and also tall for his age. Lots of people think he's 15 or 16 already."

"How big is his dick?" Blake asked bluntly.

"No idea. It's not like we go around comparing. I heard he's bigger than his friends. That's all I know for sure."

"I think I'm gonna get bigger too," Blake added. "I just wanna be bigger than Justin so he can't brag about it anymore."

"I think Jalen has eliminated our bragging rights," I smiled. "Don't worry about girls, buddy. When the time is right, it'll happen. Most of them are just as inexperienced as boys your age, so just take your time and go slow."

"How do I stop from...you know...cumming too soon? That was embarrassing."

"You gotta practice. That's what happens to all guys until you get used to it," I explained, trying to assure him he wasn't a freak.

Blake was quick to offer up advice. "Best trick I learned was to whack off an hour before you go on a date. Makes you not as horny, so you can spend a little more time fucking before you bust again. My first time up to bat, I didn't last long, but now I can go for hours. You just gotta practice lots. I know how girls feel though. First time I took a really big dick up my ass, it really hurt, but after I'd done it a bunch I love it. Best sex is me doing a girl while also getting railed. I can't even tell you how incredible that feels."

"You've done that?" Jalen asked, sounding shocked.

"Sure. Best fun ever. Check this out, Dad," Blake said suddenly as he reached over and grabbed the outline of Jalen's erection. "I can get both my hands around it, and there's still some left over."

Jalen quickly pulled Blake's hand off, and then used his arm to hide himself from our viewing.

"Blake, maybe you should be asking before you just reach over and grab someone's dick. Sorry about him. We haven't had time to refill his modesty prescription yet."

"It's okay. I'm used to Blake doing crazy stuff, especially when we're all hanging out in the locker room," Jalen commented with a slight shrug.

"He knows he needs permission every time. Right Blake?" I said trying to make sure he knew that just because you had one yes a year ago, doesn't mean you have a lifetime membership.

"With new people sure, Dad, but Jalen is cool with it. He's just being modest. We've all seen each other hard before. I mean we get together to shave our junk and pits. Kinda leaves a lot of the guys with erections. Sometimes we masturbate so they'll go down faster."

I saw Jalen move nervously at the reveal, but I didn't comment.

"You should see how much Jalen cums, Justin. It's like enough to fill a whole swimming pool."

"No it's not," Jalen replied quickly. "I don't think I have that much. I heard that the longer you wait, the more sperm you build up."

"That's true," I nodded. "Although you should do it regularly to keep things healthy. Too long and you'll find your body releases it on its own."

"Those are called wet dreams, buddy. Trust me, those are the worst," Blake interjected.

"You've had them?"

"I did when I was a kid, but not now that I have regular sex, or at least jerk off once a day."

"If it were ONLY once a day," I said under my breath, but loud enough for them to hear.

"How often should a guy do that?" Jalen asked.

"Like every hour, duh!!" Blake said using his ever helpful 14-year-old brain.

"There's no rules to it, Jalen. I'd say you shouldn't go longer than a week, but many guys your age are doing it once a day or once every couple of days."

"Not me," Blake bragged. "I have to do it when I wake up with morning wood, and then just before bed or I end up sleeping on an erection. Not super comfortable. If someone is being overly sexy at school, I sometimes have to bang out a quickie with Sienna under the bleachers, or whack off in the bathroom at lunch time. I'm not the only one who does that though. You can hear the guys flogging themselves all the time."

"You can? I've never heard it before," Jalen replied as it calling Blake out.

"You just gotta be in the stall. You can't really hear it at the urinals. Sound kinda echoes a little more inside a stall."

"Oh. That makes sense," Jalen nodded.

It does? I think this is more Blake bullshit to try and get his friend horny, which in his mind ensures sex is about to take place. "Don't worry, Jalen. Blake is known for his exaggerations. I have no idea where he gets that from. I've told him at least ten million times not to exaggerate. Trillions of people do it, and it always catches up to you in the end."

Blake sat forward and stared at me. "No idea where I get if from, huh? I'm not exaggerating though. I jerk off all the time."

"ALL the time!" I said rolling my eyes.

"Oh, like you're one to talk. Justin's what my other Dad likes to call a man whore!"

"He never called me that," I said glaring at him.

"Not to your face, duh! But on his Insta and Twitter..." Blake laughed as he leaned back and casually played with his dick, as if proving a point and daring us to look at him.

Fortunately, they decided they'd had enough of the steam room and jumped back in the cold pool. That's the part I hate the most. The water feels ten times colder than normal. The boys quickly got back to just goofing around like regular teenagers, so I left them to enjoy their playdate'. What age do playdates stop and turn into hanging out'? Just curious. Gay guys should adopt that one as code. If we're hanging out, it's just that. Hang out and go to a movie or to dinner, or to the bar. Things like that. But a playdate means you're going to be in bed together before it ends. Now who is going to be my playdate for tonight? Hmmmm?

The boys turned up in the kitchen fully dressed, as I worked on preparing food. They helped out and talked about random things that the guys were interested in. Slowly everyone else began appearing in the kitchen as we got closer to dinner time, and got to know Jalen. Like with all our visitors, they made him part of the family almost instantly. I could see he liked just being one of the guys and not being singled out for anything. Running seemed to be a topic of conversation when we finally sat down to eat. Chance and Kyle had stopped in to join us along with Troy and Ben, which was nice. They all said they wouldn't mind running with Jalen whenever he was over. Even Colin said it would be good, although he was the first to admit he probably couldn't do a whole marathon. Blake acted like he was an expert at it already, and he said they'd be going out a lot, and everyone was welcome to join. It's probably good for him anyway, considering how active he is already. It might burn off some energy. Maybe I should give it a try. I could run to the car every morning and then run back to it after work. That's a start. While I ramp up to that, in the meantime I'd volunteer to drive the pace car for all of them.

Once dinner was over, Colin and I loaded the dishwasher together, so I asked him if he'd called me a man whore behind my back.

"Of course not, babe. Why would you ask that?"

"Just something Blake said."

"Baby, I don't care how much sex you have, you're not a slut to me. You're simply `Justin the Erection'," he said kissing me.

"I should get a plaque made, or at least my own epic crusader series."

"That I'd pay to see."

"Well, the first episode happens tonight in our bedroom. Be there...and be naked!" I teased.

"Nice! That Jalen kids seems interesting. I guess Blake was exaggerating when he said he was ten feet tall."

"Just a little. But he was definitely not exaggerating about the size of the guy's dick. Just for the record, all I saw was the outline through his speedos while we were in the steam room, but there's no mistaking what that boy has on offer. Never mind the girls he says are scared of it; I doubt anyone in this house could take him."

"Ahhh...NOW it makes sense. The man whore comment. You're gonna try, aren't you?"

"Who? Me?" I asked innocently. "Once I renew my chloroform of the month subscription, I might."

Blake had Kyle and Chance drive Jalen home when they were leaving. He dropped beside me on the couch and stared at me grinning.

"What?"

"You liked Jalen, didn't you?"

"Sure. He seems like a nice guy."

"But you really wanted to check out his big sausage, didn't you?"

I laughed. "I'm fine not seeing it, Blake. I've seen my share of large appendages in my life," I said putting my arm around his shoulder and pulling him next to me. "But you know me well. I never object to seeing a cute guy without clothes.

"Jalen likes you. He said you're cool for a dad. I guess he really doesn't know you that well yet."

"Ouch. You don't think I'm cool?"

"If you have to ask Dad..." he said looking at me.

"Well, I'm glad you made friends with him."

"I'm sure you are!" he laughed.

In the morning, I spent ages under the hot water in the shower letting it run over my body. I started wondering why people don't shower in their clothes. I mean you could wash both yourself and the clothes. Maybe if we invented a people washing machine before the shower, it would be common now. You jump in this tub with your clothes on. Pour in some soap and hit start. You oscillate and bounce around getting cleaned while fresh water runs over your head so you can do your hair. Then once the water drains out, powerful warm air jets dry you and your clothes. You step out fresh, dry and already dressed. Wonder if I can pitch the idea to Colin's new inventions company. I'd make billions I tell you. Billions!

I finished my shower and dressed in my normal casual wear of t-shirt and shorts, then headed for the stairs to get something to eat. As I passed Blake's room I had to stop as I heard him.

"Ow! God. Jesus. Holy shit! Then a couple grunts, followed by another couple `ows'. I opened his door and looked in.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," he said with pained look on his face as he gave another little grunt. All I could see was his upper half as he appeared to be sitting on the floor between the beds. I wandered towards him to see if he was having some sort of episode. Maybe this is the mental breakdown I've been expecting. His, not mine. Mine is still a few years away yet.

"Sounds like you're in pain. You need any help?"

"I am. And I might," he replied looking at me with a strained look on his face.

"What's happening? Is it something serious? Should we be calling for an ambulance?" I asked, genuinely concerned as I moved closer. He was sitting on his knees, completely naked with a strong erection.

"No. It's not an ambulance type thing," he revealed. "I'm practicing."

"What are you practicing? Pain threshold tolerance?"

"I offered to teach Jalen about sex and how to properly prepare a vagina for a penis. Then when he's got that figured out, I'm thinking of asking him if he'd like to practice with Sienna."

"Which in your mind means he'll have sex with you as well?"

"Of course. So I gotta be sure I can handle him when it happens."

"Planning on making him another student of your school of sex?"

"Yeah, but Jalen is different. He's already tried sex with girls and they couldn't handle him, so now he's a bit scared to try again in case they make fun of him, which he's not ready for. I wanna show him that he can have fun with the right person."

"Commendable. Still doesn't explain why you appear in pain, and are sitting naked on the floor in that state of arousal."

"I'm practicing. I want Jalen to fuck me, and I wanted to make sure my ass could still handle a cock as big as his."

"And you're practicing how?"

"On my dildo," he grinned hitching up a bit so I could see between his legs. He had a clear plastic dildo inserted into him. "I got it after we got back from the Amazon."

"And how long is that?" I asked as I watched him sit up farther and still saw no sign of it ending.

"Eleven inches. The size the chief had. Jalen is ten, so I figure I could handle him no problem, but I wanted to make sure my ass was still used to something that size," he revealed as he finally let it pop out of him. It was a very impressive dildo and it made my own butt clamp shut in fright.

"You need to be careful not to injure yourself, Blake. You don't want to wreck your ass while it's still forming."

"Says the guy that pimped me out to a whole tribe. It's always just that last couple inches that are the most difficult. I get most of it easy enough, but I think there's another part of my butt that tries to stop it. I know there's the first ring which is my sphincter, and the second ring to give you that fun pleasure feeling, but is there a third ring, like beyond where I'm supposed to go?"

"Probably," I answered, not sure if it was the forbidden zone, but I'd had enough big cocks in me that I knew what he was referring to. It's like the penis passes through the tight part of your ass and enters into a cavern and starts yelling as if looking for the echo.

"Thought so. I know one thing. When it's in that deep my cock is so hard I think that is hurting as much as my ass."

"Have you gotten all the way down on it?"

"Oh yeah, but when I get all the way, I have trouble holding the dildo in place so it makes it difficult to try and bounce on it. I was thinking I should nail it to the floor or something."

"I don't recommend nailing anything in to the floor," I said as a warning. Ideally, I could just take him down to the adult playroom and set up some toys for him to enjoy at will. There're more than enough things down there to push 10 inches or more into him.

"Maybe you could help me," he suggested as if reading my mind.

"If you're actually able to take the entire dildo, I'm pretty sure there's not much more I can tell you. I think this is one of those things that's just gonna hurt, no matter how much experience you have. It'll be a pain that also drives your pleasure center, giving you mixed sensations. Hence the erection with the pain."

"I know what you mean. It keeps trying to bend over or go at the wrong angle as I try to hold it. Dad, would you hold it down for me while I try again?"

"Ahhh, a father and son bonding moment," I said teasing him. He just nodded and smiled, obviously not catching on to my sarcasm. Wonder if he'll ever understand sarcasm.

I agreed to help, and went behind him to hold the dildo by the balls. I lubed it up and handed him the bottle so he could add more to his ass, before lowering himself on to the clear rubber toy. I watched as inch after inch disappeared into him. The first half impressively fast, with each inch after that slowing down exponentially. Once we got to around the nine-inch mark, he was beginning to signs of strain.

"You okay?" I asked as I watched his reactions carefully.

"Yeah. This is about as far as I've gone with a real penis, except in the Amazon of course. Stone is the biggest I've done around here, and I thought he was gonna kill me the first time I did it."

"Yet you keep going back to do him again," I teased.

"Can't let Colton have all the fun Dad. Plus, it's totally hot knowing Colton is watching me being railed by his boyfriend," he said turning to look at me. "Okay, this is where you have to hold the dildo tight so I can go the rest of the way and start fucking it."

I moved my hand as flat as it could go and still keep the base of the dildo steady for him. I watched as he forced the rest of it into his ass. I could see how much he was struggling, but to his credit, he kept breathing and went for it. Once he had all eleven inches inside himself, he turned to look at me with the pained expression again and smiled. "I did it. Now you gotta hold it so I can try what it would be like if Jalen were in me."

"I'm holding it, but don't go too fast. Let yourself get used to it first." When teaching your boy about sex, you want to include not only the birds and the bees, and what the bees get up to together when no one is looking, but how to properly take a dildo, in case you get a girl that's into strap-ons. If your son is gay, you swap the birds and bees for birds and birds, and add fellatio.

I think my warning fell on deaf ears, or maybe the dildo was so deep into him, it was pressing against his ear canal, either way he began to bounce on it as if this were his last fuck ever. He began fisting his cock and became more vocal. He cried out with each thrust up and down.

"Oh god! Fuck that's deep. Jesus. Ow. Ow. Fuck yeah. Work my bussy. Oh shit. Oh shit. Fuuucccckkk!" he screamed as he shot a load halfway across his room. He pumped a few more jets of equally impressive distance, before slowing down and coming to rest fully down in the dildo. He was dripping with sweat from the effort he'd put into it and the breathing was so heavy, you'd have thought he had run a marathon. "Holy shit! Did you see that? I think that's a new distance record. How far do you think I shot?"

"Looks like two metres, maybe a bit more," I answered, equally as impressed.

"Damn. I think that's the hardest I've ever cum in my entire life. You think it'll be like that with Jalen?"

"No idea. I guess you won't know until it happens. If it happens."

"Oh, it'll happen. He really got excited at the idea of sex."

"Is it possible he was excited at the idea of sex with a girl, and maybe not so much with you?"

"Potato, tomato, Dad," he said with a shrug as he stayed impaled on his new toy.

I didn't bother to tell him that wasn't the saying.

"You wanna ride it next, Dad? I could hold it for you if you want."

"Thanks, but I just had a shower. Maybe another time.

"The cleaning guy is gonna freak when he sees how far I came. I like that new guy you hired," he said as slowly pulled the dildo from his ass and it exited with both a pop and a fart. Lots of pressure builds up when you have something in that deep.

"Which guy is that?" I asked not having kept up on all the people that came through here. From the cleaning people, to the gardeners, and the pool guys.

"Frederic. He's from Denmark. Has a wicked cool accent."

"Not sure I've met him. Is he new?"

"He's been here about three weeks. He has super blue eyes and almost white blond hair. His pubic hair is also blond. Not that he has a lot of it, but you can tell it's blond."

"How do you know that?" I asked suspiciously.

"Uh, because I had hooked up with him. Duh!"

"And are you having sex with all the help? Is that why nothing is ever as clean as it used to be?"

"Not all the help. Just the hot guys. I only did Frederic a couple times. The first time I waited until he was cleaning my bathroom, and I pretended I didn't know he was in there and strolled in naked. Didn't take much to get him out of his clothes once he saw all this," he said standing up and running his hands over his body. "The hottest guy though is the new pool guy. Don't remember his name. Actually, I don't think he ever told me, but on his first day, I told him that pool boys had to work naked as clothes weren't permitted in the pool if he ever had to go in. After that it was pretty easy to play with him. The first place we did it was in the foam room while he was scrubbing the walls. I asked him if he'd ever tried it with the foam running, then slammed him against the wall, and let him scrub it with his chest as I railed him. So hot!! Then we flipped around, and that dude really knows how to fuck. Boned me so hard, I think there's still a Blake shaped impression in the tiles."

"Blake, do you ever think that this is why we have to keep changing the help so often? Maybe don't have sex with all of them," I suggested as I stood up as well.

Really what I was saying was, don't have sex with them until I have a chance to check them out first. Why am I competing with a 14-year-old? I could just lock him in his room while the help is here.

"I just figured they sent someone new each time as they are all fighting over who gets me next," he giggled before leaning in to give me a hug. "Dad?" He asked, and then paused.

"Yes?"

"Do you still think I can't handle sex?"

"No. I think you handle sex better than most adults."

"Cool. I have fun with it, but I'm still not sure if I prefer guys or girls. That doesn't matter, does it?"

"Of course not. Just find someone you enjoy being with and be yourself. I've liked your past answers to people who have asked you. You just say you're sexual. No need for a gender specific response."

"Yeah. I prefer that too. Know what else I never know how to answer is when I'm asked what my type is, or what I like to do? Do you think I have a type?"

"Do you think you have a type?"

"Dad...don't go all shrinky on me. Just be my dad, or even my big brother if that's easier to talk sex."

"You think it's easier to talk sex with a brother? You never met Jason when he was 14."

"He didn't like to talk about it?" Blake asked blinking his big green eyes at me.

"Oh, he talked about it. He wouldn't shut up about it. I was the one that didn't know anything. He kept bragging about how he was getting laid all the time. Of course, I figured he was just full of shit, and I sure didn't know he was getting laid non-stop by guys."

Blake laughed. "Now that's funny. I can't imagine you at 14 not knowing anything about sex."

"Trust me I hadn't a clue. It was almost overwhelming just seeing someone naked in a change room, or imagining what a girl's boobs might look like."

"So you were kinda like me in a way. You didn't know if you liked boys or girls."

"I had no idea. I think I always dreamed about boys more, but only because I knew absolutely nothing about girls."

"Do you think you might have been straight if you'd had sex with girls first?"

"No. I'd always have been gay. That's just who I am, no matter who I have sex with. Same as you're just sexual and it doesn't matter whether you're with a boy or a girl. As for a certain type of person you may like, only you will know that, and your tastes will change as you grow up. That's just how it is."

"Does everyone eventually get a type they prefer?"

"I think so. I mean I like most guys, but I prefer toned young guys with surfer type blonde hair, and a great smile and positive personality."

"So me, basically?" he giggled. "Dad?"

"Yes Blake?"

"I love you."

"I love you too buddy."

He ran off to clean up, leaving me to wonder how easily I could take the 11-inch dildo he'd left behind on the floor. For a brief second, I thought about trying it, but then I decided to take it to the bathroom and suction it to the shower wall while he was in there.

He brushed the water out of his eyes and looked at it grinning. "Why the hell didn't I think of that?" He took hold of it and gave it a very seductive wash with the soap. "Guess we know what I'll be doing at my next shower. Check this out!"

He dropped to his knees and swallowed the rubber toy almost the whole way, and kept it down the back of his throat while looking up at me, and giving a thumbs up. He turned his attention back to what he was doing and pushed the last inch down his throat. As if that wasn't impressive enough, when his tongue came out to lick the balls, I'm pretty sure I inadvertently squirted into my shorts a little. He pulled back, sniffed and wiped his eyes as both were running. He stood up and opened his mouth under the stream of water. He spit it out and then turned to look at me.

"Holy shit, Blake! I had no idea you could do that. That's seriously impressive."

"Thanks. Like I said, I've been practicing. I figure that's how I'll get Jalen. After he gets head like that, I doubt he'll say no when I suggest he fucks me."

"I have no words to respond to that," I said shaking me head.

"Finally!" Blake grinned as he finished his shower and stepped out. The large dildo still stuck to the shower wall. I have a feeling that may be its new home.

We didn't talk more about his skill, but I could see from the way he was walking, he felt pretty proud of himself. Surely THAT's something I can brag about to other parents when they mention the things their kids achieve. My Johnny just won MVP in his chess battle' or, My Susie just got her period this week. My little princess is becoming a woman.' Not to mention how they brag about sports or school grades. I could mention that Blake is a straight A student and a green belt in karate, or is he blue now? I'll have to look next time he's wearing his white pyjama outfit. But imagine how I'd take over the conversation if I announced that my little boy could finally deep throat a full eleven inches as well as take it anally. I'd totally win that conversation and shut those cackling hens up.

Damn, someone please let me attend the plastic society's debutante ball. My dahling Sophie has just had her first Botox. We had to wait until she turned 16 to plump up those lips and ensure her forehead doesn't wrinkle prematurely.' I'd respond with, Yes, I can see the difference. Her five head is a lot more prominent now, and really accentuates those thick eyebrows. With lips like that, I bet she sucks like a Dyson. My boy hasn't gone for Botox at all, but he can swallow eleven inches with relative ease. The two of them should get together for a play date over at the Alpha Gamma Sigma frat house.' I probably wouldn't be invited back.

Nate and I arrived home after a full day of curing the phobias and mental stress of thousands. Okay four, but it's a start. I had one guy who thinks his ex is constantly sending him bees...but only in his dreams. I'm seeing this guy funding my next vacation getaway. Another has a phobia of toes, including his own. By the time I finish dealing with him, I'm likely to have the same phobia, but as we do as psychologists, I put my best foot forward and marched on with his treatment. That's shrink humour, although my client didn't think it was funny.

As we arrived at the house, I left the car in the driveway and we walked towards the front door. I almost jumped slightly as it opened for us automatically. Not sure when we added that, but I like it.

"Welcome home," someone said from just inside the door, and slightly behind it. I guess he's the automatic door opener. "May I have the keys, and I'll put the car away for you?"

Normally when a stranger asks for your car keys you rarely just hand them over, but since this guy was inside our house, wearing only a black t-shirt and tight fitting designer shorts, I figured he looked harmless. Also didn't hurt that he was cute. About my height with dark brown, medium length, messy hair, and a seriously sexy smile. I think he's got the type of lips that even when his face is just at rest, he still looks like he's smiling. Almost exactly like Franco Deltoiche. You don't know him as he lives just a few houses away, but every time I see him, I think he's smiling at me. Turns out that's just how his face is even when he's not that happy. You'll have to trust me on that, but it's exactly how this guys' mouth is.

I handed over the keys, and he waited until we were all the way in the house before he moved past us and headed outside.

"Who was that?" Nate inquired.

"No idea," I shrugged. "Either a very confident burglar or we have a valet now." I saw Colin in the living room with his laptop, so we made our way over and I gave him a kiss as we sat down. I was about to ask him about the guy at the door, when I looked past him and saw a second guy in the kitchen. This one was in an apron and the same designer shorts. No t-shirt for this guy, and I'm not complaining at all. A good look from this angle. Not gonna lie.

"Ummm...babe...who are the two hotties?"

"Oh, that's Merrick in the kitchen, and Dakota was at the front door," he replied.

"And?" I asked figuring there should be somewhat more of a description. "Are we taking them hostage?"

He grinned. "Just something I'm testing out."

"So, they're robots or something? Very life-like and convincing," I nodded as Nate laughed.

"No, but that'd be cool if they were, don't ya think?" Colin replied. I know this approach. He's just playing with me to see my reaction, but I won't give him the satisfaction.

"Come on, tell me. Who are they and why are they here?" I pleaded.

He grinned. "I thought it might be nice to have some staff. We hire a lot of people to do some of the chores around here, like gardening, the pools, and housecleaning, but we're still left with laundry and cooking."

"So they're houseboys?" I said sitting up excitedly. "We finally have houseboys?"

"Calm your tits," Colin laughed. "I just hired them temporarily to see how we like the idea."

"I like it. I like it," I nodded.

"Great, now he'll never leave home and I'll be in the office by myself all week," Nate said chuckling.

"Would you still like it if they weren't available to play with?" Colin threw out bluntly.

"Why would we hire houseboys like that? Do I need to have your medication increased again?"

"So that they get some work done and aren't in a bedroom 9 hours out of their 8 hour shift. They're best friends and have just graduated high school. Both were looking for work, so I thought we could try this out."

"Sounds familiar. That's how we got Kurt and Patrick. That worked out pretty well."

"You only say that because you got both of them into bed, despite Kurt still letting you know he's straight."

I shrugged. "Then he shouldn't bend over and stick his ass out so much."

"He's bending over to work on the cars, not on trying to get railed."

"Tomato, potato," I smirked, using Blake's expression. "What's the deal with these two then? Gay or not gay?"

"Open minded," Colin replied. "For right now, they'll be cooking dinner and doing the laundry on a trail basis. Merrick is a very good cook, and Dakota's learning from him pretty fast. I figure dinner is the toughest meal to prepare each day, so maybe we'll eat healthier if it's properly planned. We can't live on take-out every day."

"Speak for yourself," I laughed. "I do just fine on pizza, Chinese food, and McDonald's."

"For now, while our metabolism is high. Wait until that slows down and you're still eating this way. You want to be 200lbs of pure flab?"

"As way of ensuring my future, are you a chubby chaser, or do you plan on being one in the future?"

"I'm not a chubby chaser. I'm a smokin' hot, toned body chaser, of blond haired, green eyed, guys."

"Do you two want me to leave before you start fuckin'?" Nate chuckled.

"God no. You can totally stay and join in," I replied, trying to sound serious. "And if we like the idea? What's the plan?" I inquired as I glanced over at Merrick, working hard in the kitchen. He had black, shoulder length hair, and looked like he was about 6 foot tall and maybe 160lbs. He had a bit of a Latin look to him, which really seemed to suit his solid frame perfectly. His ass was pretty average, at least what I could see from this distance. Dakota, the guy we'd met at the door, was shorter at around 5'8", maybe 140lbs with messy light brown hair. I think Blake is bigger than he is. Dakota had a very compact body if that tight t-shirt was any indication, but I'm looking forward to checking out that bubble butt a little closer. You know how it is with bubbles, you just gotta pop them. I think it's law. I'm already picturing an afternoon where I put the new valet in a room together with our transportation manager, Kurt. In this house you haven't really met someone properly until you're both naked together.

"As a security feature, the guys are wearing those shorts instead of just underwear. They're tighter and not as stretchy," Colin added.

"How's that a security feature?" I asked confused.

"You won't just be able to go up behind them and yank these down every time you get horny," he grinned.

"You got a spare pair of those?" Nate asked as he laughed.

"I do, but I was thinking of giving them to Kurt," Colin replied, and I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. He better be joking.

"I'm not sure I like that feature. How will I know if I'm gonna get along with them or not? Do you even know if they've been with a guy before?"

"Is that a requirement for being employed here?" Nate asked.

"Guess you'll find out during the interview process," I smirked.

"Dakota has experimented with a guy, Merrick has not," Colin replied, sort of vaguely.

I mean that's not a lot to go on. Did Dakota like it, and how many times a day can he put out? Is Merrick just against the idea, or hasn't been given the opportunity yet? Would he like to work with Dakota to enhance his sexual education? These are the things you ask BEFORE you hire someone. I may have to take the hiring away from Colin of this is how he goes about it. I mean he's been good so far, as we've only hired members of the `Q', and we know they put out. Do you think he's serious that he hired houseboys to actually work and not have sex? What is the world coming to? Especially in these economic times. I have no idea what that means, but you hear people saying it, and others nodding in agreement, so it must be a thing...right?

"That's making it difficult to choose," I said rubbing my chin as I looked at Colin. "Do I approach Merrick to give him his first lesson, or do I go to Dakota and see how much he knows already?"

Colin just shook his head. "How about I introduce you to them before anything else?"

The three of us wandered to the kitchen where Merrick was actively cooking dinner. He stopped as we arrived.

"Merrick, this is my husband Justin, and his business partner Nate."

"Nice to meet you," he said as he turned to acknowledge us. "I'd shake your hand, but I'm a bit messy."

"Nice to meet you as well, Merrick. Whatever you're cooking smells really good," I said looking over at the counter. Never seen so many raw ingredients spread out everywhere before. It's like a before shot in the MasterChef kitchen.

"It's a bacon wrapped pork tenderloin with fried apples, scalloped potatoes, steamed cauliflower, and a cranberry pecan salad."

"Holy shit. You're cool if I stay for dinner, right? Is this the kind of meal you're going to prepare everyday?" Nate asked almost drooling.

"No," Merrick laughed. "I didn't want to do anything too complicated for the first meal, or it could set unreal expectations. I wanted it to be nice, but simple."

"THIS is your definition of simple?" Nate asked showing surprise. "My definition is the boxed mac and cheese in the freezer. You take it out of the box, bang a few holes in it with a fork and toss it in the microwave for five minutes. Boom simple."

Merrick just smiled. "If you like mac and cheese, I'll make some one day. You'll never go back to frozen and boxed ever again."

"I would if I had to cook it," I laughed. "How'd you learn to cook like this?"

"My dad is a chef, so I've been cooking since I was three. You pick up a few things."

"Looks like it. Well if it tastes only half as good as it smells, I'm gonna get fat eating this type of cooking."

"No you won't," Merrick said with a grin. "You get fat from junk food like boxed mac and cheese. No offense."

"None taken. I look forward to eating better, but we're gonna have one day a week for junk food," I added just so there weren't expectations.

"You won't want to after eating like this," Merrick replied.

"So, these are the meals you'll be having?" Nate said looking at me with a big smile. "If you're ever looking to rent out rooms, give me a call. I'd be happy to move in."

"Dude, you could move in anytime you want. We have tons of spare rooms. You could be part of the family. A roommate with benefits thing. You pay rent for the room, and pay in benefits for the food," I teased.

"So you get the money and because Merrick is the chef, he gets the benefits?" Nate asked glancing at Colin, who just laughed.

"Uh, no. I get both. Thought that was clear," I replied.

"Nate, if you moved in here you'd need to get your own therapist. Justin can be a handful," Colin added.

"Rude. If you're sexy enough, I'm at least two handfuls. I've also been told I'm a mouthful. So that'd be more accurate."

"Nice meeting you Merrick," Nate said, before we turned to move off and go meet Dakota. Damn that meal smells good, and now I was hungrier than I thought I was, but let's be honest he had me at bacon wrapped.

Next up was Dakota. If I was only allowed one of them, I'd take Dakota. He was more compact, and his messy hair made him seriously cute. Okay, maybe I was more interested in this houseboy because he'd already fooled around with a guy before. I don't know the status of that at the moment, but if he didn't hate it (which is likely since he's working here), then there's potential. Safety features attached or not.

We were introduced and when Dakota shook my hand, I knew this boy was beddable. His hands were so soft that I almost kissed them. His touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I'm pretty sure I swallowed so hard that it was audible. So we're clear (but off the record in case of a future lawsuit), one way or another I am so fucking this guy. I learned that him and Merrick had been friends since they were 10, and while Merrick liked BMX racing, Dakota enjoyed the drums. We didn't get as far as finding out if he was more of a bottom or versatile, but it was only the first hour. I also learned that he had some cooking skills as well and when Merrick was on day's off, he would take over that duty. He would basically do laundry for three days a week and cooking the other two. If we didn't have as much laundry, then he'd help out in the kitchen with dishes and such. Being the valet was basically just a job title more than anything else. Frankly, I think he'd be more employable listing himself as a naked houseboy but it's his career, so whatever.

By the time we walked away, Nate was already teasing me. "Jesus, I'm straight and even I could see you had fuck me eyes for that guy."

"Well, he is cute," I responded to both of them. "Tell me you wouldn't fuck him if he offered."

"I wouldn't fuck him if he offered," Nate said in a monotone voice.

Colin laughed. "He really doesn't understand straight, do you, Justin?"

"Duh, yeah. I'm not stupid. Straight into the shower, then straight into bed, and straight into his ass or mouth. What's not to understand? I'm not an idiot."

The smell of the food was driving me crazy and I think I sprinted for the table when dinner was announced. Everyone joined us, including Jason, Alex, and the boys. J.J. seemed the most excited as he looked at all the food.

"Is it somebody's birthday?" He asked looking around.

"Nope. This is just us trying to eat better and healthier," Colin told him.

"Well, it gets my vote," Ben replied. I'm sick of burnt or undercooked. I'm looking at you Troy."

"What? I'm getting better."

"Are you getting this much better?" He asked waving his hands out across the table.

"Almost," Troy nodded. "I'd totally use some of the same bowl to put food in, so that's a start."

Merrick and Dakota were introduced, and J.J. asked if they were joining us for dinner too. We'd never thought of that. Trust kids. I mean on TV the help never eats with the family. They always go into the basement to eat in the servant's quarters. We don't have servant's quarters.

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea, J.J.," Colin nodded. "Guys, pull up a chair and join us. We're not the type of people to leave someone out."

"Are you sure?" Dakota asked cautiously. "Wouldn't really be right for us to eat with you, being that we're technically staff."

He doesn't know it yet, but he's gonna be eating with me a lot. Mostly in my bedroom...and my ass...in case that wasn't clear.

"You spent all this time cooking it, it would be seriously wrong not to enjoy it," Ben added, with Troy nodding and pulling out a chair next to him.

They were both hesitant at first, but once Merrick took off his apron and put on a shirt matching Dakota's, they sat down with us. The more comfortable they are, the faster I can get to know them better. Plus, I've always wanted to learn how to BMX race. Mostly not though. I just like helping them clean the dirt and mud off afterward, and providing massages for sore muscles that are common in this sport. At least I imagine it's common.

"When are you launching your new YouTube channel, Blake," Ben asked.

"Once we make ten good videos. We'll do a soft start, and then once we have all ten uploaded, we'll announce it through my other media. Hopefully you guys will all send the link out to everyone on your feeds as well."

"Of course. What's the channel name?" Troy said, joining in.

"I'm not announcing it yet. I've got a couple ideas, but I want to make sure the name fits with what I'm doing," Blake responded.

"If we can help, let us know," Troy added.

"Guess where we're going tomorrow," Trevor asked as we all took turns sharing in the conversation.

"No idea. Where?" J.P. asked him.

"Were going to an octopus course," he said excitedly.

"Yeah. An octopus course," Travis repeated.

"Sounds interesting. Will there be lots of octopuses there?" Troy grinned as he teased the kids.

"Octopi," J.J. corrected.

"What?" J.P. asked.

"Octopi. More than one octopus is octopi."

"Thanks for the lesson, J.J.," he grinned.

"I think the boys mean an obstacle course, right guys?" Alex corrected.

"Yeah," they nodded. Personally, I think an octopus course sounds more interesting.

"So to be clear...there are no octopi on the course?" J.P. said looking straight at the boys with a grin.

"No," they both giggled together. "You're silly Uncle Daddy," Trevor laughed.

"Yeah, Uncle Daddy," I nodded. "You're just silly. Everyone knows if you want a real challenge, you don't use octopi, you use kangaroos. Try getting past one of those. Are there any kangaroos at this course, boys?"

"No, Travis replied, giggling. Trevor looked at Jason and got a small shake of the head before he replied no as well. At that age, you never know what's possible and what's not.

The nice part about having staff is that you can get up from the table and leave all the work to them. We did make sure the boys helped clear their dishes and take them to the kitchen though. It's important to teach kids basic etiquette and behaviour. But as for actually doing the dishes, it was nice to leave them for someone else. We adjourned to the media room to watch a movie and I cuddled up with Colin.

"So what's the deal with Merrick and Dakota?"

"In what way?" Colin asked.

"I mean are they are the DTF or off limits?"

"I'd say they understand how we live, and I'm sure if they're interested in joining in we wouldn't stop them."

"Obviously, but are they open to being actively pursued?" I grinned.

"Let's see how well I know you. Your first target is Dakota. He's a little more you're type. Once you've had him, you'll work on getting to know Merrick better to see how far he's willing to go. If you get them both, then you're going to find a way to put them together in a three-way."

"Hey, you do know me," I grinned. "You make it sound like I'm the only one who wants to take them to bed. Are you trying to imply that you wouldn't want Merrick?"

"What if I wanted Dakota?" He grinned.

"No problem at all. I'd happily pass him over to you once I'd taken him. Is that who you prefer?"

"No," he laughed. "I'd totally go for Merrick first. I actually think that despite his lack of experiences, he's more attainable."

"Why? Because he works shirtless? I mean it's a good look, and it's gonna be hard not to lick him when he's cooking, but I still prefer Dakota."

Now that we'd gotten our desires out of the way, we watched the rest of the movie. Later we each grabbed the one sure thing we knew we could get into bed easily...each other...and headed upstairs for the night.

I teased Colin by moaning Dakota's name as I fucked him, and he slapped me on the ass as a warning. I chuckled and told him I was just practicing in my head for later this week.

End of Chapter.

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