The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

Chapter 199

Don't you love it when you're having a nap and you're just in that state between half asleep and half awake? You can hear things around you, but it feels part of your dream. That was the state I was enjoying when J.J. returned home.

"I'm home!" J.J. yelled as if the announcement would somehow trigger a change to the operation of the house.

Needless to say my dream state was shattered, so I sat up and acknowledged him. He had arrived home with Quinn.

"This is my big brother, Anderson," Quinn said as they approached with an older boy behind them.

"I remember. We met at your house when I dropped you off. Nice to see you again Anderson," I said. I didn't mention the party at Steve's where I'd really gotten to know him.

"Okay, well we're gonna go to my room and play video games. See ya," J.J. announced and the boys took off, leaving me with Anderson.

"My mom said if Quinn was gonna ride his bike all the way over here, I had to go with him as it's a long way," Anderson said as an explanation.

"That's nice of you. Looking after the kid brother like that. You want something to drink before you have to ride back?" I offered.

"Thanks. I was wondering, maybe while I'm here, I could see some of those other cars you said you had? If you had time," he asked, revealing the real reason he didn't mind biking over here.

"I have lots of time. Let me show you around, and then we can go to the main garage."

I got him a can of pop before starting the tour on the balcony at the back of the house so he could see the backyard. I got an underwhelming `it's cool' comment. It was obvious he was only interested in one thing, so we headed downstairs to the pool level and quickly showed him around. We had barely gotten down the last step to the lower level, when his eyes almost shot out of his head at seeing all the cars.

"Holy shit! Fuckin' lit!"

"I know it's not as much fun as an orgy, but the cars are pretty sweet," I said as we headed into the underground garage to check them out.

"Are you kidding? This is a billion times better," Anderson commented as he stuck his head inside the first car.

"You like cars more than sex?"

"More than sex with a room full of dudes? Duh!"

"You didn't enjoy that? I thought you made a lot of tips."

"I did, but I'm straight, so it's not all that great. I don't mind the money though. Better than some shitty part time job."

"Was that party your first time?" I asked knowing that it wasn't.

"It was Steve's idea for me to join in. He said I could gain sex experience, and make money while doing it."

"I'm sure there are other ways to make fast money. You could rob a bank," I teased. "You can always say no if you don't want to attend an orgy."

"I can't."

"Why not? Sex is supposed to be fun. I guess if money is the driving factor, then you can put up with something you don't like until you reach your goal to buy a car."

"It's not just that. I'm doing it for other reasons too," he said.

"Other reasons? Like you need your prostate worked, and don't want to get found with a dildo, porn, and used tissues?"

"Gross. No. Steve made me a promise as long as I kept going over."

"A promise to help you make money?" I asked frowning slightly.

"No. Well, yeah partially. He introduces me to some of his friends who like to see me without clothes."

"Not to embarrass you, but I can see that. You're extremely attractive without clothes. How did you get started doing that?" I asked curiously. I know how I got started with Steve, which was almost not voluntary either. I suppose I could have fought my way out of the toilet stall, but since I like sex, it was fine.

"It was when I was over dropping off Quinn one day. Jimmy was running around naked, and Quinn instantly joined him. I suggested they keep their clothes on, but Steve told me they were fine, and that boys will be boys. That's when he said Quinn looked cuter without clothes anyway, and he bet I looked even hotter. I told him I was straight."

I laughed. "THAT was your first mistake. Cute straight boys are like magnets for gay guys. You're like the forbidden fruit."

"Yeah, I'm kinda learning that," he acknowledged.

"Then what happened?"

"He said to take my clothes off anyway so he could check me out."

"Sounds like Steve's bluntness. And...?"

"I said `no way, perv.'"

I laughed. "Yet somehow you went from that to a gang bang."

"I'd rather not talk about it. It's kinda personal."

"I hear ya. But in case you forgot, we've done personal together already. I'm just curious about how Steve got you to take your clothes off and have sex, considering your resistance. The first time I met him was at the public pool. I went to take a pee in a stall and he pushed his way in behind, then fucked me."

"Whoa. In a public bathroom. What did you do?" He asked, pausing his exploration of the vehicles to glance over at me.

"I told him I wasn't interested, but one of his friends was taking pictures of us together, and they threatened to put them on the internet."

He nodded. "I hear ya on that."

"Did he do the same to you?"

"No. When I called him a perv, he leaned in to whisper to me that he wasn't the real perv here. That's when he made me a deal."

"What kind of deal?"

"He said he had pictures and video of Quinn enjoying himself sucking dicks. He told me that if I didn't strip right there, he couldn't guarantee that someone wouldn't find them, and share them out on the internet."

"Coercion by intimidation. Sounds familiar. So you stripped to protect your kid brother?"

"Yeah."

"Honorable. Had you ever had to undress in front of someone before?"

"In a locker room."

"I'm guessing he liked what he saw?"

"I'll say. As soon as I had my clothes off, his hands were all over my body checking me out. It freaked me out and was kinda creepy."

"I'm guessing you were able to deal with it?"

"I guess. He checked out my ass, made some comments about how he liked it, or some other shit like that, and told me I was making him horny. He suggested we go upstairs so he could get a better look at me. I told him no way."

"Let me guess. That didn't work."

"Not at all. He said it was my fault he was as horny as he was. He said if I left while he was like that, he may just have to give Quinn and Jimmy the sex education they'd been asking about. Then he took my hand and led me up to his bedroom where he had sex with me."

"Did he fuck you?"

"No. He just kissed me, licked my ass, and sucked my dick until I came. Then he jerked off all over me. It was so gross."

"Sorry it happened that way. How did you end up in a gang bang?"

"Steve said he expected to see me regularly, and he'd teach me to be better at sex. That's when he also threw in the idea of making money. At first, there was no way I was going to do it, but for some reason, curiosity got the better of me, and I went back. After that, I did it pretty regular, as long as I got tipped and stuff."

"Is it over now? I mean now that J.J. is living here, Quinn has no reason to go over to Steve's, so there's no worry that he's going to be used."

"No, I don't have to worry about that, but he's still got pictures and video."

"I'll talk to him. I'm sure I can work out a deal so that you don't have to go back. Unless you want to that is. I mean he's not wrong on one count. You are seriously cute, with or without clothes, and you can certainly make a lot of money using what you've got."

"I don't mind the money. I just don't enjoy that group stuff where pervy old guys are pawing all over me. The worst is when one of their fat fingers goes up my ass. It actually hurts more than actually being fucked sometimes."

I laughed a little. "I know that feeling all too well. Is there any part of it you do like, other than the money?"

"Ummm...some is alright, I guess. Would you be okay if I didn't talk about it, and just check out the cars?

"Understood, but one last thing, since you've been so open and honest. I'll let you know that when I first saw you outside your house, I hoped I'd get to know you better, and I'm glad I did," I said smiling at him. "I have to say the part that was the hottest, was seeing you with Clayton in the bedroom. It almost made me cum watching you being guided into him. Two straight boys going at it together is so hot. I almost wanted to join in."

"I think someone did," he replied, blushing slightly.

"Yeah, Steve took you while you were fucking. I was a bit jealous at the time, but I had no idea if I was jealous of Clayton being fucked by that thick cock of yours, or of Steve getting to use that sweet ass. It was hot watching though; I'll say that much."

"Gay guys sure don't filter their conversations, do they?" He asked as we moved along the cars he was checking out. "I'd never talk this openly with my straight friends."

"You never learn anything if you don't talk about it," I reasoned.

"You could Google stuff," he reasoned.

"Really? Your adventures are on Google? Send me the link!" I laughed. "How often does Steve expect you to go over?"

"It's random. Sometimes he wants me to go over on a weekend, other times he tells me to drop by on my way home for school. Those are normally pretty quick. Usually, he has some random guy over who he introduces me to."

"Has he ever taken pics or video of you?" I asked.

"Not that I know of. Never seen him do it."

"I have a feeling he doesn't actually have pictures of Quinn either. I'll find out and let you know."

"That'd be great. Thanks."

"If I could get him to stop calling you over, would you want that?"

"Yes. I mean I like the money, just not some of the guys he has me meet. Some of them are super gross. I wish they all looked like you. It would at least make that kinda stuff more tolerable, no homo."

I laughed. "Good to know I'm tolerable. I will say that if you're ever horny, and don't want to go to Steve's, feel free to come over here. I'm always happy to help. Text me your tip rates."

"Uhhh...sure, like that's a thing," he said nervously. I could see I was rapidly approaching the limit of what he was prepared to talk about, so I eased off a bit. I'd planted the seed, and now I'd sit back and wait to see what happens. Actually, I'd already planted my seed in him back at the party. This was now the fertilizing... you know...more bullshit...to get him interested in sowing those seeds. It's a rough analogy but you get the idea.

I let him jump around to more of the cars, each one getting him more excited than the previous one. Eventually he slowed down, and stood staring. "Oh my god! That's the Bugatti Divo. No fucking way. How'd you get that?"

"Colin's a collector. He has his ways.

"This car is like worth over 8 million or something. Almost 1500 horsepower. 7 speed. 0-60 in 2.4 seconds. Top speed of 380 kph. Damn, if cars were girls, I'd wanna fuck the shit out of this."

"Random," I laughed. "But I hear ya. I like this car too," I said playing along with his excitement. "It's pretty, and at 350 kilometres per hour, you can sure get to Safeway pretty fast for groceries."

"Oh, you don't take a car like this for groceries. You get it on the freeway, open her up, and listen to the roar of those engines. Do you actually drive this one?"

"I'll be honest, the only way I ever know if the car is drivable is if it has a licence plate on it. If it doesn't, it's just a collector car," I said trying not grin at him as he explored the car, almost in slow motion. It's a good thing he wasn't naked, or the Bugatti might actually be pregnant now. He walked to the back of the car, and gave a giant smile.

"It's got a licence plate," he announced almost a little to loud for the room.

"Then it's driveable. Some cars, like the Aston Martin over there, are just for Colin's collection. It's worth something like $27,000,000 so it gets pampered, but not driven."

"That's an insane amount for a car that you can't drive," he said without taking his eyes off the Divo. This is about the same focus that Travis and Trevor have when watching Paw Patrol. There could literally be an earthquake and they wouldn't notice. If you wanted to give them a haircut, flu shot, or put a cast on their broken arm, just turn on Paw Patrol. You could pretty much do open heart surgery on them and they'd not blink. Anderson had that same concentration right now.

He asked if he could sit in it, which of course was not an issue. If I caressed anyone in public like he was fondling this car, I'd be arrested for some indecent act. Each new part of it seemed to fascinate him more than the last. I just stood there watching him. Eventually he got out and slowly moved away from it, never really taking his eyes off until we were heading out of the underground garage.

"God, I'm gonna dream about that car tonight. It's like one of my top 10 favorite cars."

"What are your others?" I asked since I actually know nothing about cars. If it wasn't for the fact that I was married to Colin, and that we had sex every night, you'd swear he was actually straight with his obsession to cars.

"Bugatti's for sure. The McLaren's. Most of the newer Lamborghinis. Not a fan of old cars, just the newer ones."

"I'm with you on that. What do you think about Tesla's?"

"They're alright. I mean the self driving is cool and their interiors are futuristic kinda shit, but the outside isn't anything special. Kinda boring actually. The roadster and cyber truck may change that image if they actually ever make them. Other car companies are doing a better job in concept stages. Not sure I'd enjoy cars that I wasn't able to drive though. Might take some of the fun out of it."

Sorry I asked. He obviously is an enthusiast. "You and Colin should hang out. He's a car guy too, as you can see by his collection. I think we're moving towards more electric and hybrid vehicles for everyday use, but every now and then, he'll turn into a little kid when he finds a rare car he really wants."

"That's fire!" He exclaimed.

"Feel free to come back anytime if you want to check them out further. I'll try to make sure Colin is home so you can meet him and discuss cars."

"I'd like that. A lot!" He said as his head continued to spin around as he checked out the garage.

"Would you like to see the rest of the cars upstairs?"

"You have more? Fuck yeah!" He said enthusiastically, one might say...orgasmically. I was going to take him back up the stairs, but how is that as interesting as the car elevator. I took him over and we stood on the platform. "Are you fucking shitting me? You have an elevator for the cars? This is like the coolest day of my life."

Boy, does he have his priorities wrong. The coolest day of his life should have been his first orgy. I know I'll always remember mine, but the first supercar I ever saw, not as big an event. We made our way up to ground level with him grinning like he'd just gotten laid by the entire Playboy mansion.

As we left the elevator and turned towards the new open concept garage, Anderson stopped and actually let his mouth drop open. I thought that only happened in cartoons. "Holy shit. This is gigantic. It's like bigger than my school gym."

"We just did recent renovations to expand it. We can now enter or exit from either side, and had to add charging ports for the electric vehicles," I said pointing to what I like to call the wall of power.

"Holy fuck. You have a Tesla Powerwall? I read about those. Do they work?"

"They work well from what I can tell. They charge up from the solar panels on the roof, and if we ever need backup power, they stand ready."

"Nice. How many of them do you have?" He asked as he looked at the impressive display along the walls. Charging ports, power connectors, and other such fun things with cars backed up to them.

I didn't even get a chance to answer before he shrieked, almost like a little girl and ran over to the McLaren. "Oh my god. I never ever thought I'd see one in real life. This is the car at the top of my list. The McLaren P1. Look at this!! He moved around it in slow motion and took in every millimeter. He stared at it up close and then from far away. Then moved his hand over the car, without actually touching it. Almost like he was simulating air flow. I couldn't help but smile as I lifted the doors for him. He moved slowly towards the interior, almost as if he were expecting something to jump out at him.

"Can I sit in it?"

"Are you sure you can. If I looked at person the way you're looking at this car, I'd have such a raging boner, I wouldn't be able to sit," I laughed.

He blushed and adjusted his crotch. "Sorry, that just happens when I get excited. I'm fine. So, you're okay if I get in?"

"It's a car, go for it," I said smiling at him. I didn't actually know he had an erection, but it was cute watching him be embarrassed by it. I mean the boy spent an entire evening showing off his fantastic body. He really shouldn't be embarrassed now.

He climbed in the car and looked over everything thoroughly. "This is so fire, I can't even believe I'm sitting in it."

"Me neither. Personally, can't imagine myself ever sitting in fire," I joked. "I like this car too. It's a hybrid, which makes it even sweeter in my opinion."

"That's a cool feature, but it's not like it can go far in electric mode. I think I read that it can barely go 50 kilometres. Plus most people driving one of these want the sound of a supercar. I guess it'd be cool to go quiet if you were trying to sneak in late at night or something."

I laughed. "God, don't tell Blake that, or he'll swipe the car for a joy ride one day."

"Never mind Blake, I'd swipe this car for a joyride if I didn't think it'd get me arrested. Not exactly a car that goes unnoticed."

"True. Do you have your licence yet?"

"I have my learner's," he revealed.

"So next time you come over, bring your L plate and we'll take out some of the cars you like."

"Seriously? You'd let me drive them?"

"Sure they're cars. That's what they're for," I said trying to sound casual about it.

He was a little less casual. "Are you shitting me? Would I be able to drive this one, or the Bugatti?"

"They're licenced for the road, so sure, why not," I grinned.

"Oh my god! I might pass out. This would be like every dream I've ever had come true all at once," he said getting out of the car and staring at me. It went on so long, I actually wiped my mouth in case there was food on it or something. Anderson meanwhile, was already ramping up the adrenaline. Nothing says fuck me harder than a boy on an adrenaline rush. Possibly a boy screaming `fuck me harder' while you're balls deep in him, but it's the same idea. "That'd be like the best day of my life so far, or possibly ever, even in the future. You'd really let me drive some of them?"

"I love taking someone out in the car for the first time. I'll never forget when we first met Colin and he let us take a car to school. I went from just being basically invisible, to the guy everyone wanted to know. Never seen guys offer so much to be my friend, ever."

"God, if I showed up at school, I could get laid a thousand times," he gushed.

"I thought you were straight. About the only ones excited about cars are guys. Although being gay, I didn't mind when they offered," I laughed.

"Straight guys offered sex to drive the car?" He asked as he stood looking at me.

"Straight boys offered all sorts of things just to take a ride in the car," I smirked. "Once they knew Alex and I were gay, they made plenty of `don't tell anyone' deals."

"What type of things did they offer?" He asked curiously as he began to look around the garage again, and then squeaked as he pushed past me, and ran over the newest of the cars, the Bugatti Chiron. "No way! No fucking way!! The new Chiron Super Sport? This is a sic car. The gold trim looks incredible. Pull up anywhere in this car and you'll look like a bad ass."

"I think for this car you need to dress the part though. Like a cool jacket. Impressive shades. A nice watch and high-end designer shoes."

"Let me guess. You have all that too?"

"I'm sure we could find something for you to wear and impress," I grinned.

I knew that one of Colin's watches was worth a small fortune, as I'd looked it up online. I have no idea what some of his other stuff might be worth, but he definitely doesn't buy his sunglasses from Walmart. I like buying new things as well, but Colin is on a whole different level. I'd spend two thousand on a watch and wear it like it was something from the jewel vault. Colin spends two million and acts like he owns a Timex. Of course, his part of closet looked like a high-end store with everything arrange so perfectly. Drawers that basically pulled out by themselves if you looked at them too hard. Not really, but you get the idea. My side looked like a 10 minute 50% off sale at Bob's Thrift Emporium. Again, not really, but compared to Colin, it's mostly that. I guess that's the difference when you grow up with money so readily available compared to marrying into it. I'm still mostly cautious with money. Colin doesn't seem to notice when he's spending it.

"Damn, I can't even imagine what a day like that would be like. I dress up in some sic clothes, then drive to school in any one of these cars. I'd have so many new friends I wouldn't even know how to handle them."

"You'd think that, but from experience, they disappear pretty fast once the car does. One or two might stick around because they like you for you, but mostly, they'd just hang for the prestige of being around someone with a car like this."

"Like I'd care. It'd still be the greatest day of my life. I mean even driving one would be epic, so anything more than that would probably mess with my definition of reality."

I laughed. "Once you've been around them a while, you start to come back to reality pretty fast. The guy who maintains our cars was like that at the beginning. Actually, Kurt is still a bit like that. He knows every inch of each car we have and treats them like they were his own children. I don't think he likes it when we get finger or butt prints on the cars, but he polishes them off pretty fast."

"Butt prints?" Anderson asked, looking at me with a curiously.

"Hey," I shrugged, "if you can't fuck a hot boy on one of these cars, what's the point in having them?"

"That's probably a gay thing. I'd be more like if you can't drive them, what's the point in owning them?"

"Everyone has their own priorities," I nodded.

He finished checking out the Bugatti and we moved over to the Tesla's which he was interested in, but only from an exploring point of view. "You ever try the plaid mode in the model S?"

"Yeah, almost snapped my neck. Never been so grateful for the headrests before," I admitted.

"Is it really as fast as you seen in videos?"

"It is. I mean the videos look cool, but until you experience it, it doesn't do the pickup justice at all."

"I heard that the self drive isn't really that good yet. Have you tried it?"

"Yeah, I'm not a big fan. It's like being a passenger with a newbie driver. You have no idea what mistakes they might be about to make, so you're on high alert, which is way more stressful than when you just drive it yourself."

"That's probably exactly the sensation, because technically the AI is like a new driver, as it learns. I'd still like to experience it though," he said as he continued to check them out.

"Oh god, I'd need to drink for that trip. A new driver with an L plate trying out the beta testing version of full self drive. It'd be less stressful to just slam into a wall."

He laughed. "I'm actually a really good driver. Can I be super serious right now?"

"You mean you haven't been up to now?" I asked giving a little grin. He doesn't strike me as a guy with a crazy sense of humour.

"When you said I could drive some of these, were you just being nice, or did you actually mean it?"

"Of course I meant it. You seem like decent guy, and since Quinn and J.J are best friends, I'm sure you'll be around from time to time. No reason you couldn't have fun too."

His face spread into the biggest smile I think I've ever seen on anything. Except maybe a hippopotamus. Then he surprised the crap out of me as he flung his arms around my back and hugged me tight.

"Shit. Sorry. That was inappropriate. I just got overly excited," he said suddenly becoming embarrassed and stood back.

"The only thing that was inappropriate is that we were both still wearing clothes. I'm gay, remember? Hugging guys ranks on my inappropriate scale as much as making lunch."

He frowned. "That's not inappropriate. Oh...wait...I get it. I still should have asked permission. Sorry."

"Anderson, for the record, you never need permission around here to hug anyone for any reason, with or without clothes. We're extremely open about pretty much everything. Plus let's face it. After the fun we had at the party, just seeing you gives me a boner."

He blushed. "Thanks. Oh, and thanks for showing me all these cars. I'm never going to be able to stop thinking about them. I should probably get going now before I actually start to hyperventilate."

Not sure what the first aid treatment for hyperventilation is, but it's either mouth to mouth, or sex. That's mostly my cure for everything a person has. Should I take his clothes off to let his body breathe? Sounds like that should be a treatment. I offered him a tour of the rest of the house, which paled in comparison to the cars, but he did like the games room.

"I guess I should say goodbye to Quinn so he knows I'm leaving," he reasoned. "Any idea where they are?"

"ADAM, where is J.J.?"

"J.J. is in the outdoor pool," came the reply.

"Now we know," I said as we headed upstairs, where we very quickly saw J.J. and Quinn out in the back yard. They were running along the deck towards the stairs up to the waterslide.

"Jesus. They're naked," Anderson commented as soon as he saw them.

"Well, they are swimming. It'd be stupid to wear clothes," I replied.

"They could wear swim suits."

"What's the fun in that? It's not like some girl is gonna show up and laugh at them. No one swims with suits around here. Even visitors. It's not a firm rule or anything, it's just how it always ends up."

"Can't the neighbours see them?"

"No. Totally secluded back yard. They're fine. Plus, let's face it. They're pre-teens. It's not like you can see anything anyway. You want to join them for a bit? I'm sure they'd enjoy us throwing them around."

He looked at me with a small furrowing of the eyebrow. "Is this your way of trying to get me naked?"

"Nothing I haven't seen already. I'd be more worried about getting naked in front of you. I'd bone up instantly just at the thought of you getting out of your clothes."

"And on that note, I should get going," he said as we headed outside so he could say goodbye to his brother.

"Oh, you're still here?" Quinn asked, as the boys got out of the pool and stood in front of us.

"Just leaving. Justin was showing me their cars," Anderson explained.

"Yeah. They got tons," Quinn nodded.

"Where's your swim suit?" Anderson asked his little brother. Quinn looked around as if expecting it to be nearby.

"Don't got one. Don't need it," he shrugged. "It's okay though. We're allowed, right J.J.?"

"Yeah. Blake says its better like this, and that we also don't have to worry about drying swim suits afterward," J.J. replied. "Wanna come play with us?"

"Maybe next time. I gotta head home now. Call me if you need picking up or something," he told Quinn.

"I'll make sure he gets home," I assured him. "We'll throw his bike in the back of the SUV."

We headed upstairs to the main floor. "Thanks for showing me around. Especially the cars. That was epic. One day maybe I'll own a car like that."

"Set your goal and you'll achieve it someday," I said wisely. "Meanwhile, if you give me your number, I'll make sure to let you know once I've talked to Steve about your deal with him."

"Yeah. Sure. That'd be great. Think he'll agree to drop it?"

"I'm sure I can convince him," I said confidently. I wasn't that confident. I mean he'd had Blake and I going over there so he wouldn't crap all over our process getting J.J. here. The deal was we participate in activities at his request until we officially adopt J.J. Ideally, I should be figuring out how to use Anderson to get Blake and I free from our own deal. Although Blake doesn't actually seem to mind going over. He's such a little ho bag. Wonder where that boy learns this stuff?

"Thanks. Ummm...is it okay if I say something totally inappropriate right now?" He asked nervously as we went outside so he could grab his bike. He's really conscious of inappropriate, isn't he?

"No such thing around here," I assured him. "Go for it."

"If you actually did get Steve to stop asking me over, and hand over any pictures he might have, I'd totally be grateful. I think you're a pretty decent guy, and I'd think that even if you hadn't offered to let me drive your cars someday. I'm still totally straight, but if you ever did want to...you know...like...fool around again," his said lowering his voice. "I'd be okay with it, just like a friends thing though. No homo."

"You have sex with all your friends, do you?" I smirked.

"No, but I kinda figured that maybe that's something you'd like," he said with a nervous laugh. This is one 16-year-old that knows how to read a room.

"Who doesn't like sex? I guess I'd enjoy making you one of the butt prints on the hood of a car. I'd certainly not turn down an invite to play with you again, but only if it was something you'd enjoy for the fun of it."

"I kinda had an idea, if you wanted to," he said looking even more nervous, if that was possible. "Maybe if you ever had time, I'd really like to see how one of the supercars handles on a big highway. Maybe we could do a road trip where I get to drive. I could pretend to be your boyfriend the entire time."

"I can have my shit packed in ten minutes. Actually, fuck it, we can buy new stuff on the trip," I laughed as my dick went hard in my pants. This is one advantage of wearing clothes. Your intended victim...uh potential sex partner...can't see how horny he makes you. "Be careful what you offer, you might get taken up on it."

He just smiled as he mounted his bike. Lucky bike. "I'm totally serious."

"Okay mister serious. I'll take you up on that. I'll give you an unforgettable 5 star weekend experience with the car of your choice. With the understanding that when the car's not putting out for you, you're putting out for me."

"Like sex, right?" He asked to be sure.

"You go full boyfriend. That means if I want to hold your hand or kiss you in public, you act like it's the best thing in the world. You act as flirty as your mind can handle, and when we're in private, we screw like rabbits. We'll have you play spoiled rich kid as well. Maybe you hit on some hot young guy you see, be all bitchy and demanding as you tell him bluntly what you think of him."

He laughed. "Sounds like you've done this before?"

"Not really. Colin and I love going places together, but I've never dragged a straight boy into a roleplay like this before. Could you handle it?"

"If I had never actually fooled around with a guy before, I'd probably not be able to. As long as I didn't have to do anything right by where I live, I could try to do the boyfriend thing like that. Maybe the further I was away from home, the less self-conscious I'd be."

"Then let's get you to Australia," I joked. "Could you play a spoiled rich gay kid?"

"That might be difficult as I don't exactly have money to throw at someone," he laughed.

"I'd make sure you did. Tell you what. You plan a weekend trip, including hotels, restaurants, and roads you want to drive, and bring it to me. Plan it like you have unlimited money and are just out to show off to the world. If I think you're spoiled enough, I'll book it and we'll go do it. Here's added incentive to get the trip right. If we take the trip and you make it believable, when we get back, I'll pick you up and drop you off at school everyday for a week in a different car. You can drive both there and back."

"Are you fucking serious? Holy shit. Just let me do that, and I'll go jump into bed with you right now. No homo," he said excitedly, but not forgetting the `no homo' caveat, which I think means it's okay to screw him deep into the mattress as he screams your name, as long as you understand he's not actually gay.

"Just plan the trip. I get enough sex from people just jumping into my bed. I want to see how good you are at roleplaying, which is way more fun, in my opinion."

"I'll work on it. Do I have a budget for the planning or anything?" He asked staring at me. I think his adrenaline levels are through the roof, or he's having some sort of a stroke right now.

"No budget. Let's see how you think a spoiled rich gay kid might act. Of course, you need to figure out which car to use."

"That's gonna be tough. I know I should say the McLaren, as it's one of my top favorites, but the Chiron and Divo look so much sicker. I'd love to take the Divo on a long trip, but I'm guessing that would be a bit too expensive a car to drive all weekend."

"No. If you want that to be your car, then the Divo it is. You just let me know."

"I love the colour of the Chiron, but the look of the Divo is way more bad ass. Divo. Yeah. If that's allowed, then I choose the Bugatti Divo. Final answer. Fuck, there's only like 40 of these ever made, and I've actually been in one."

"Think how I feel," I grinned.

"I know. You have all these cars that are like super rare," he gushed.

"No," I laughed. "I mean there's only ONE of you, and I've actually been inside it."

He rolled his eyes. "Okay, that was pretty funny. I'll give you that. Would you let me try driving one of the cars before our road trip, if it happens?"

"It'll happen if you make it interesting enough," I assured him. "I think testing a few cars out would be advisable. You might find one more enjoyable than the other for a long trip."

"Yeah. Not gonna lie though, I'm pretty sure it'll be the Divo, but I'd settle for just a chance to drive any of them even around the block."

"Stop by anytime," I assured him.

"Cool. I gotta go home and plan a road trip. I'll be back with my L plate soon. Thanks again, Justin," he said as proceeded to take off.

Who else is proud of me for not fucking this boy over the hood of a few cars? Damn, I'm getting so mature now that I amaze myself some days. I watched him leave, and wondered if `soon' meant today or another day. I was already thinking ahead to the road trip. By the time I boyfriended the shit out of him, he'd be too sore to sit for the drive back. Which would mean more rest stops, which would lead to him being undressed even more. Yeah, this could be a very productive road trip. Or is it reproductive road trip? I'm beginning to think that you can pick up any straight boy if you have the right car. Like fishing with the right bait. Hey, I got hooked by a car, and now I'm paying it forward.

I was going to call Steve to make my request for Anderson, but something just on the outer fringe of my reasoning centre said I should go over in person to talk to him. I figured I'd be more convincing face to face. He'd see my sweet smile and melt, giving in to my request in seconds. It was more than seconds. I arrived and got right to the point, after he'd removed my clothes at the door and checked me over. He couldn't have been more thorough if he were CBSA or TSA, and I was wearing a t-shirt that said Taliban forever.

I discussed my idea with him and reasons, and he was surprisingly receptive. He agreed that with J.J. living with us now, and Quinn having no need to visit anymore, he was fine letting Anderson hang out with us if he wanted. He did mention that he was pretty busy at the moment anyway as Clayton had several stoner friends that had been coming over recently. I guess for some it's the thrill of the hunt, more than the long ride afterward.

"I'd just ask you to do one thing though. This Friday. Let Blake sleepover with Layne," Steve said as he had me bent in half over the side of the couch while he fucked me. Oh, did I forget to mention he used me while we negotiated? Thought that was kind of a given by now.

"Are you planning another of your parties?" I asked suspiciously.

"No. It's just going to be Layne, Clayton, and myself hanging out. Clayton thinks it's just to watch movies, drink beer, and smoke pot, but having Blake join in might ramp things up a little quicker."

I wonder how much quicker he could get. Steve has never struck me as the take your time type. The only way to make sex quicker with him would be to leave your clothes at home, be pre-lubed, and have an erection before you ring the doorbell. "I'm guessing you're planning a sex thing?"

"It will be. Clayton's easy to get out of his clothes once we throw on some porn, and he's never objected to blowjobs while buzzed. I want him to be consciously fuckable, and I figure he might warm to the idea when he sees Layne and Blake going at it first. Plus, who wouldn't enjoy Blake's 8 incher inside them?" He chuckled.

"Uhhhh...most straight boys...I'm guessing," I replied honestly. "Possibly anal virgins."

"Don't worry, by the time morning rolls around, Clayton will be so used to being fucked that he'll not understand why he hasn't been doing it for years."

"Or at the first touch of anything to his ass, he'll run out of here so fast, he'll forget to take his clothes," I added as a realistic alternative.

"He'll be fine. That ass loves a cock. He just needs to be awake for it now, so he understands how much he needs it. Have Blake here by 9 and Anderson is all yours."

"Deal," I agreed. Did I just sell my son...or buy Anderson? I'll let you know when I figure it out. I hope Anderson is worth the price if I did just buy him.

I let Anderson know as soon as I got home, and he was extremely excited. He said he owed me one for helping him with that. One? Damn...that boy just doesn't know how to barter at all. Did no-one ever explain the `Out of the frying pan, into the fire' saying to him. Bitch, welcome to the thermite fire.

"Oh, I planned that trip we talked about. I had trouble with it though as some of the stuff seems super expensive, and I'm not used to that, so I wasn't sure if it was too extreme or not," he apologized.

"That doesn't sound like a spoiled rich kid to me. Send me the details and I'll let you know."

"Cool. Thanks again, Justin," he said excitedly.

I wasn't sure now whether he was excited about getting out from under Steve...literally...or about the trip he'd planned. I guess in the overall picture, it truly doesn't matter. I got a text with the file on it with the details, and he'd actually done a pretty good job. I smiled when I saw that he made sure to include both the fastest roads he could find, as well as the most challenging, with plenty of turns and twists. His hotels and restaurants were a bit underwhelming, but since the first stop he'd planned was at the end of the Coquihalla highway in Kamloops, the options were limited. I loved that he'd included explanations in each decision. The hotel said `it has a waterslide, and the room is a suite with its own jacuzzi'. The restaurant was one of the highest rated in the city, and he explained that he could have chosen a Korean food restaurant that was rated higher, but he didn't know what Korean food was so he picked Canadian food.

The second night, was going to be in the more touristy location of Kelowna. This time he picked a beachfront resort that was considerably more expensive than the first hotel. It was over 5 times more expensive, which I have a feeling is what he was concerned about. He'd picked the best room for his itinerary, but did mention other options, just to hedge his bets. I noticed that the rooms he picked both had king size beds, and not two queens or something, so at least he understood the game. He'd also planned a few spots to visit, which for some reason seemed to include a lot of driving each time. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself at that. For Sunday, he'd included a side trip to the HydroFly activity. This was where they strap that water jetpack on yourself, and fly into the air. Those were $195 per person. It was a bit of a random add-on, and quite a departure from the rest of the weekend that was 100% focused on the car. I like that he actually put some effort into it, so I sent back the approval.

He returned so many emojis in his reply that I wasn't sure if we were going, or planning a food fight. I got peaches, a birthday cake, hands clapping, an eggplant, a happy face with a tongue out, a banana, an egg, a car, and faces of two people, that I assumed were meant to be me and him. I'm thinking the banana and the egg go together. Like banana for penis, and egg because he's getting laid? Of course, that's duplicating the peaches and the eggplant, but at least it's inventive. Or maybe it was just his breakfast menu.

I texted back asking when he was free next, and got back the reply of `ne time'. I suggested we'd go in a couple weeks, after I finished the week of shooting on the Blurred Lines set. I told him we'd firm up details later in the week. I was already planning on setting up a few other surprises for him along the way, but for now, it was back to our regularly scheduled week.

The following day, J.J. arrived home from school with Quinn and another friend, Karl. He was a bit taller than the other two, and maybe skinnier, but he seemed polite enough. The boys disappeared quickly, as I'm guessing hanging around with an adult isn't high on their list of things to do. It was a little over an hour later before they resurfaced. I heard them yelling and shouting from the back yard. All were having sword fights...without any visible swords. With penises that size, fights are more like duels with those little plastic swords you get in a cocktail. It still looked painful as they made contact with each other though. When the sword fight turned to penis slap tag, I almost jumped in to stop it, but as they say boys will be boys. Nothing determines the pecking order of a friendship better than who can survive the penis slap tag. It's a prequel to the wet towel snap in the locker room, or turkey tap. Both hurt about as much.

I did head out to the back yard to talk to them though. "J.J., are Karl and Quinn staying for dinner, or is this a fight to the death?"

The two visitors quickly came to a stop and put their hands over their small erections. I quickly noted that J.J. was considerably better endowed than his friends, despite Karl being taller. I mean we're not talking tree trunk here; we're talking like a slightly thicker golf pencil. That alone should give him bragging rights. For details on how to do bragging correctly, I'll direct J.J. to his big brother for the rules, and acceptable occasions to do so.

"What are we having Justin?" J.J. asked. Such a kid question. Your response is only solidified once you make sure the food being offered is better than what might be waiting for you at home.

"If the guys are staying, we could order pizza for everyone."

"You guys wanna stay?" J.J. asked. Both boys said they wanted to, but would have to check with their parents first. They ran inside to make the calls. Three cute little white bums streaked across the lawn at high speed, almost bumping into Blake as they raced into the house. He walked over to me, smiling.

"You scare them off by telling them stories about the olden days again, Dad?" He said as he approached.

"No. Just telling them that masturbation will make their penises much much bigger. Not sure where the fuck they're going in such a hurry."

"No you didn't," he said looking back at the house, before looking back at me. "Did you?"

"No. Of course not. They're going to check if they're allowed to stay for dinner. How was school?"

"Uneventful. Really uneventful. Managed to hook my friend, Sam, up with a girl he liked. So hopefully that'll get him laid soon. He's been freaking out that he might never lose his virginity. I offered to do it for him, but he wanted a girl, so I found him one that I'm sure will take care of that. Word's been spreading that I'm leaving, so everyone is talking to me about it. A little annoying as I pretty much have to say the same thing over and over again."

"Sounds like being on set and having to do multiple takes," I reasoned with a smile.

"Exactly. Except no one yells cut, and they just keep coming for you. I promised everyone that I'd be sure to post stuff from set on my Insta, so that they don't forget me. I'd hate to drop off the most prominent list."

"We wouldn't want that," I said sarcastically. In high school, popularity is the key ingredient to success in the eyes of many teenagers. Blake had tons more going for him than that, but currently, he couldn't see it.

"Sienna is home sick today, so I might go over later and give her some Blake time to cheer her up."

"I'm sure she'll appreciate it. Just make sure she's not contagious. Last thing we need a round here is some flu epidemic."

"I already checked. I think it's a combination of a cold and girl issues. I'm not even sure what those are, but I don't think a boy can catch them."

"Probably not, and before you ask me about it, I also have no idea what girl issues are. I just accept that they exist and move on."

"Do boys have boy issues?" He asked.

"Our only issues are erections, which at your age usually become 90% of your entire existence."

"That's true. I used to care, now I just smile and thank the person for looking so closely that they noticed. That usually prevents them from saying anything again. Should I take Sienna something like chicken soup when I go over?"

"I don't think so. I'm sure her parents are taking care of things like that. If you want to take something with you, maybe flowers, or a girl magazine."

"Like Big Jugs annual?" Blake giggled.

"No! Not like Big Jugs annual. That's what you take a sick male friend." You gotta watch kids this age. Their brains aren't fully developed yet, so they can't think things through reasonably. "I was thinking more along the lines of a Teen Vogue, Seventeen, or something like that."

"Cool. I'll buy one on the way over. I'm not even gonna ask how you know what a teen girl would like," he said patting me on the back. "Hey did J.J. talk to you about school today?"

"No why?"

"Uhhh, no reason. Just asking."

"Yeah, if there's one thing I know about you, you're likely not just asking."

"Okay, but this is confidentiality stuff, and it's actually no big deal. It's mostly my fault anyway."

"Should I sit down, or do I need something stronger?" I asked as I waited.

"Nah. He just didn't want to tell you because he thinks you might not like him as much if he gets into trouble."

"In one sense it's encouraging that he's worried about our reaction," I said thinking like a psychologist. Does anyone else think it's weird that I am actually a psychologist, or is that just me?

"Like I said it's no big deal. He got sent to the principal's office for not getting permission to go to the bathroom."

"And how is that somehow your fault?" I asked trying to put it together.

"I told him that if he had to go, just get up quietly and go. He said he did it and the teacher told him to sit down, but he just said he had to go and left. Then he got into trouble."

"I have so many questions. You have to ask to go to the bathroom? Since when is that a thing?"

"In elementary school, you always have to put your hand up and ask permission, and in secondary, it's like 50/50 depending on the teacher. They all have different rules. The older you are, the less you have to ask. North told me that they can't do anything if you leave and return within a reasonable time, so that's what I do now, and no teacher has ever stopped me. Of course, I'm not going like every class or anything."

"And you thought it would be big brother cool to pass that along to your kid brother," I reasoned.

"Sure. Didn't think he'd get sent to the principal. My bad."

"So why do you need permission to go?"

"It's called an authoritarian regime designed to intimidate and control those weaker and smaller. It's how we're groomed to do as we're told our entire lives, and work for the man."

"Seems sexist. What if you work for a woman?" I said trying to joke. I'm assuming this was Blake being Blake, and he didn't believe any of that, but sometimes you never know.

"From what I know, I think some of it is so that teachers know where the kids are in case of things like emergencies. They are responsible for the kid. Others probably do it because some kids abuse the idea of leaving to go goof off. One of my teachers lets us just leave, with the only rule being you have to leave your phone on your desk. That indicates you're in the bathroom, and what kid is gonna is just gonna hang out in the bathroom without a phone?"

I'm not even going to ask why you need a phone in the bathroom of all places. Maybe pee selfies are a thing now.

"Don't say anything to J.J. okay. He told me about it and asked what to do. He wasn't in serious trouble so I figured I could handle it for you."

"And how did you handle it? What did you tell him?"

"I said while he's in elementary school, he should put up his hand and say he needs to go. Then go. I said he shouldn't worry about getting into trouble for going to the bathroom. If any teacher ever said no when he asked, he should go anyway, and we'd take the school apart with the media coverage of it."

Seems like the approach I'd take. Still can't get over the whole asking to use the bathroom thing. Maybe it was the same when I was in elementary school, but it's not like I actually remember it. I know in high school we could just go. I'm sure someone abused the privilege, but teachers would likely notice if some kid was missing for too long. "I'm not even sure a teacher could say no to a student who needed to go," I said, "if I had to go and was told no, I'd whip it out and piss all over the floor. Let's see how they deal with that."

"You might now that you're an adult. Kids wouldn't do that. Especially not in elementary. They haven't learned that they can have their own opinions on things yet," Blake reasoned.

"True, but it would sure change any teacher from ever saying no again. Oh, and Blake...don't piss in a classroom just to see what would happen."

"I wouldn't," he smirked. "But if I did, you'd support the cause, right?"

"There's no cause. None. Just don't do it." I should warn Colin to brace for the phone call from the school. Either Blake will tell J.J., and that's the school that will call, or Blake will do it, just to be Blake.

Once everyone else got home, we ordered pizza and called the boys down. They had redressed and were busy arguing over some video game and who was the best at it. At that age it's more important than climate change. We'd invited Jason, Alex, and the boys over as well, and the first to arrive were Travis and Trevor who came screaming up the stairs yelling at each other. The rest of us stopped to see what was going on.

"GIVE IT BACK TRAVIS!" Trevor screamed. Travis was out in front by half a length, followed by Trevor in second place. A good three lengths back was James in hot pursuit, and bringing up the rear were Jason and Alex. Sounds like a horse race, don't it?

"NO!" Travis yelled back as he raced into the kitchen and around the island. Oops, rookie error. Trevor changed direction and slammed right into his brother as they started to fight each other, like only 5-year-olds can. I almost laughed when I saw Trevor reach up to put his fingers in Travis' mouth. That's a bold move. If I'd ever put my fingers in Jason's mouth, I'd now be known as `Three Finger Lefty'.

"What's going on boys?" I said stepping up to intervene.

"He took my gum and he won't give it back! It's mine!" Trevor yelled.

"You said I could have it," Travis yelled back.

"Only to try it. It's mine!" He screamed as they fought harder. I pulled them apart as Jason and Alex moved to intercept.

"Enough boys. Where did you even get gum?" Jason asked.

"From James," Trevor replied as they continued squirming to try and get away from the adults now holding them. It's like a cage match without a cage.

"I never gave it to them, Dad. It was in my room and they just took it," James said to defend himself.

"Is that true?" Jason asked looking at the boys.

They stopped squirming and went into twin protection mode. I know it well. It was okay to fight with each other, but when we were challenged, we form a force field around each other. Jason and I used it a lot, but our parents eventually figured out how to penetrate it. These two were already at an immediate disadvantage. We use to lie and blame the other one with the belief that our parents wouldn't be able to figure it out, and just drop it for lack of evidence. They caught on quickly and said if neither admitted it to protect each other, then we would both receive the same, and equal, punishments.

"He didn't say we couldn't have it," Travis rationalized as the boys calmed down.

"Did he say you could have it?" Alex asked.

"No."

"Maybe you should apologize for taking something that didn't belong to you," Jason said to both of them.

"Sorry James," Travis said as he pulled a wad of gum out of his mouth and gave it to Trevor, who put it in his own mouth. I almost laughed, but I realized there was a lesson going on here. Trevor pulled the gum out again, and I actually expected him to give it back to his big brother, but instead he pulled it apart and gave one half back to Travis and put the remainder back in his own mouth. God, that brings back memories of how Jason and I shared things when we were kids. We had no concept of what might be inappropriate or not. We often shared the bathroom together, and when one pooped, the other would wait patiently. I remember us checking each other's butts to make sure we wiped properly. Of course, we were like 5 or 6. We don't do that now. I promise. Swapping gum, or sharing food was pretty common between friends. If you had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and your friend had bologna, it wasn't unheard of to take a bite of each. The kid that got tuna fish, sat in the corner by himself. There were limits to our sharing.

"Boys, I'm glad you've apologized, but taking something that isn't yours is wrong. You also shouldn't be chewing gum at your age. You could swallow it and choke, so hand it over," Alex said putting his hand out. The boys removed the gum and put each piece in the open palm. I know it's a parent thing to do, but it's still gross.

"Thank you. You're both going to have to have a time out for taking the gum and fighting with each other, but right now we're going to have dinner," Alex said to them.

"Are you going to give James his gum back, Daddy?" Trevor asked looking up with those big puppy dog eyes.

"I doubt he's going to want it back after you two have been swapping it between you. We'll get him some other candy to replace it," Jason said as he showed the boys to the pizza. Alex dropped the gum in the garbage can, and the drama was over as fast as it started. I like easy to solve problems. I'm sure if Jeffrey Dahmer's parents had just no when he asked if he could have friends over for dinner, things would have turned out a lot differently...or they at least clarified what he meant.

After dinner, Blake bounced over to talk to me with a big cheesy grin on his face. "So you're pimping me out now, huh?"

"What?" I asked taken a bit by surprise.

"Steve said you arranged a sleepover for me and Layne on Friday."

"How'd you hear that?" I asked.

"Not denying it, huh? He said still grinning. "Layne texted and said he'd see me Friday night. I got the details that you rented me out for the night."

"It wasn't renting as much as a trade negotiation."

"What did you get for me?" He said, obviously amused by the whole thing.

"Anderson. He no longer has to go over to Steve's."

"Hmmm...not sure if I should be honoured or pissed off," he said sitting back to contemplate it.

"How so?"

"Well, Anderson was fun to have sex with at the party, so I get why you'd want him. That makes sense. Then Steve agreeing to trade him for me...well, that's a no brainer. Look at me," he grinned, wiggling his hips. "But what I don't understand is why you'd choose Anderson over me. I'm a much better lay, like 100 times better."

"Of that I have no doubt, Blake, especially since Anderson is straight. I can't give you all the details, but the deal was more about getting Anderson out of a situation he didn't enjoy, and making a one-time deal that I figured you wouldn't mind."

"True. Clayton is gonna be there as well, and Layne said Steve's gonna let us have sex with him, so I'm looking forward to that. He's not really my type, but boning a stoner is on my bingo card. I'm pretty sure I know the whole Anderson thing anyway."

"You do huh?"

"Yeah, Steve probably only liked Anderson as a thrill in case they got caught by Quinn or J.J. Now that neither of them needs to go over there, Steve has moved on to other guys that are more fun. What did you get out of this deal?"

"I made sure Anderson didn't have to go over to Steve's anymore as it wasn't his favorite thing to do."

"And...?" Blake said staring at me as if there should be more. He really does know me.

"And nothing. I told Anderson he was welcome to hang out here when he wanted, as he has an interest in the cars."

"Isn't that how you got Kurt and Patrick out of their clothes?" He chuckled. "You're kinda predictable Dad. It's cool though. I like Anderson. He's a good big brother to Quinn, so I can probably learn a lot from him about being a big brother for J.J. He'll probably want more sex with me too since we had fun the first time."

"For the record, I traded for him. He's on my team," I joked.

"Dude, you traded ME for him. I should at least get a slice," he laughed. "Ummm...since we're talking about Steve, did you know J.J. still goes over there occasionally. Only when Layne is there though."

"I didn't know that. How often?"

"At first it was like every couple days, but now it's only like once every two weeks."

"Have you seen him go over?" I asked slightly concerned at this new development.

"Yeah. He asked me to take him over once. I didn't think it was a big deal, but I sort of felt bad when we were there. The second J.J. saw Steve, he literally sprinted to him and gave him the biggest hug I've ever seen. There were even tears in his eyes as they connected. They paused only long enough for Steve to give me a hug as well. Obviously, it was the usual routine of leaving our clothes at the door, but J.J. almost wouldn't let his uncle go. While we were there, J.J. asked Steve about his mom and dad, and how they were doing. About the only good thing I saw in that conversation is that he never asked when he could go home. Maybe he's finally accepted that this is his home now."

"Let's hope so. I'm still pissed at the Campbells for making the situation this unpalpable."

"Unpalpable?" he smirked. "Word of the day?"

"Word of the day," I nodded. "How long ago was this?"

"About a month or so. I don't think he's been over since then, so like I said, it's getting less and less."

"What else did they talk about?" I asked, as I fished for details.

"Mostly J.J. caught Steve up on what he was doing in his life, and all the new things he was experiencing with us. He told Steve I was getting better at being a big brother, and he was having fun teaching me stuff."

I smiled. "I know that'll sound weird from your point of view, but that's actually a huge step in the right direction."

"I know, but it still hurts that he doesn't remember me as he'd know I'd do anything for him, or to protect him."

"Anything else noteworthy happen?"

"Not really. It's Steve, so we weren't wearing clothes, but obviously I'm okay with that. We hung out and played video games while J.J. caught up with Steve. I think J.J. just needs some of that continuity between his life with the Campbells and his new life here."

"Is he trying to sneak back to the Campbells at all to see his foster parents?"

"No. I'm pretty sure he wants to, but Layne has done a pretty good job of scaring that idea out of him. He's basically told him that if he goes over there, police would get involved and he'd never get to see any of them again, including himself and Uncle Steve."

"Not sure a trauma inducing scenario is the way to go, but since it's working and I don't have any better ideas, I'm okay with it for now. Eventually, the more time that passes, the less he'll remember about them."

"Irony, baby," Blake said shaking his head.

"What is?"

"We're trying to get J.J.'s memories back so he remembers me and our life before the fire, while at the same time hoping he forgets the Campbells. Seems oddly specific, don't you think?"

"Definitely irony."

"I should go upstairs and make sure I'm trimmed, douched, and lubed. Ready for this weekend, being that I've been sold and everything."

"And comb your hair. I trade on the cute look, not the homeless one."

He flipped me a finger. "One day, I'm gonna be in charge of deciding what home you get put into. I hear they have a nice wing in the haunted section of the insane asylum at Dead Man's mound."

"That's oddly specific," I said, amused by him, as usual.

"I'm an oddly specific guy," Blake replied. "I should go research their application process."

He stood up and left. I wondered if they still actually have insane asylums. That reminded me that I have the road trip with Anderson. That's sort of insane, right? I'm looking forward to that, probably more than Blake is looking forward to Clayton. I'm not sure stoned boys are that much fun. Now horny straight boys drooling over cars...they're fun. How much fun...I'll find out on our weekend.

That night, Colin and I had just settled into bed and were ready to turn off the lights when J.J. appeared in our bedroom doorway.

"Can I come in and talk to you guys?" He asked quietly, with a look that says he knows he's in trouble, but figures he should say something regardless.

"Anytime. Come join us," I said quickly. He walked over and climbed into bed between Colin and I. I'd never object to the kids sleeping in here, as long as hands stay to themselves and no one is squirming all over the bed. Also, snorers are not as welcome as non-snorers.

"What's on your mind, buddy?" Colin asked as soon as J.J. got settled under the covers.

"I think Blake probably talked to you, but I got into trouble today at school," he said, almost a little nervously.

"What sort of trouble? Do you need our help with it?" I asked, not revealing what Blake may or may not have said.

"No. Blake helped me, but I thought maybe you should know in case the school wanted to talk to you."

He gave us the full version of pee-gate, matching almost exactly what Blake had informed me about, and we listened carefully as if it were the first time we'd heard this.

"What is the rule about going to the bathroom?" Colin clarified.

"You have to put your hand up and ask."

"Did you do that?" He asked.

"No. I just got up to leave and was told I had to sit down, but I really had to go, so I left. When I got back, I was sent to the principal."

"Should you have just put up your hand to ask?" I suggested.

"I guess, but it's sort of embarrassing having to ask to go to the bathroom," he replied. "Blake said I should get up quietly and go and that they couldn't do anything."

"Does Blake make the rules at your school?" I asked. I actually sided with Blake on this, but there are plenty of laws I don't agree with, and I think as a parent, it's important to teach your kids how to deal with those conflicts properly.

He just smiled at my question. "No, but he said that the Charter of Rights and Freedoms super...super... somethings the school."

"I think the word you're looking for is supersedes," Colin added.

"Yeah. That. Blake said I'm just suppose to say it's section 12 when I go to trial."

I couldn't help but laugh, despite this being a serious teachable moment. "I'm pretty sure there's not going to be a trail over you going to the bathroom."

"Blake said there could be one if they refuse again. He said we could get media to show up and I'd go viral."

"Just a comment at this point," Colin added, getting J.J.s' full attention. "If you thought it was too embarrassing to put your hand up to ask to go to the bathroom, wouldn't it be more embarrassing being on the internet talking about this?"

"Colin's right, J.J. To me it would have been more embarrassing being sent to the principal's office in front of everyone else. Technically you broke the rule by not asking first. Now, if you'd done that, and the teacher had refused, we could have a case for further action. Do you see the difference?" I asked. I noticed Colin had his phone out and was typing something into it. Let me guess, we're mobilizing the watersports division of the `Q' to form a pee protest outside the school board?

"Yeah," he replied quietly.

"For clarification," Colin said holding up his phone. "Section 12 of the Charter says that everyone has the right not to be subjected to any cruel and unusual treatment or punishment." I grinned as Colin looked at me and rolled his eyes. I supposed from a big picture standpoint, I could see how you could maneuver that into this situation.

"Where did the school leave it after you saw the principal?" I asked.

"I dunno. They asked if I understood the rule, and said it was only there to ensure teachers to know where we are, not to stop us from peeing. I got sent back to class after that."

"Sounds like it was a minor thing for you to deal with. I think it's best for now if you follow the rule and put your hand up to ask. Teachers are responsible for you while you're in their class, so I think it's only fair to let them know where you are. Now if they ever say no, you come let us know and we'll be happy to help you."

"Blake said that too. He said if I ever get told I can't go to the bathroom, he'd give me the number to our lawyer and I could just text him for help, and then tell the teacher that authorities were on their way."

Colin laughed this time. "No, don't do that. Never contact our lawyer. Always contact us first, and by us, I mean Justin or me. Blake is your big brother, but he's still just a teenager. Sometime his guidance is lacking a few adult facts, so always check with us."

"Okay. Thanks. I'm glad you guys don't get mad at me like at my other house. If I ever did anything wrong, I'd get spanked, or grounded, or given more chores as a punishment."

"Life is about making mistakes and learning from them. Hopefully next time this situation comes up, you'll know how to deal with it better," I assured him. "As Blake can attest to, we'd prefer you tell us everything that happens, good or bad. Then we can give you any guidance you may need."

"Thanks. I like that better than being yelled at for stuff," he said as he snuggled in for the night. I guess talking to us about something, somehow automatically means that you'll also stay to sleep. Not complaining, but why do the kids always need to sleep between us? Couldn't they sleep on the outside edge instead? How are Colin and I supposed to get to each other? Looks like we're going to have to wait for morning shower sex.

Yeah, morning shower sex didn't happen either as J.J. decided to shower with us. He said he liked it when someone else washed his hair. Blake was like that when he was younger as well. Guess it's a family trait.

A couple days later, it was pool cleaning day, and I'd got a text saying he was on his way. Normally they just show up and entice us with their sexy.

"Hi North," I said as I went out to the greet him as he pulled into the driveway. "I heard you'd be our pool cleaner today. Nice to have you here."

"Thanks. I've done a few pools now and it's been great so far. Working out in the sun for the most part is sure better than some fast-food place behind a greasy grill. Plus, I'm getting a great tan."

"That's always a plus," I grinned as he followed me into the house, carrying his backpack. Normally the pool boys just go around the side and get on with their job, but since we know North, he's welcome in the house. I'll even let him on the furniture, unless he sheds. "I'll show you where everything is kept. I'm hope they taught you how to use the stuff as I pretty much have no idea."

"Yeah, I trained with some of the guys for the first few pools. It's all pretty easy overall."

"Great. The outside pools are usually the worst as things constantly blow into them. We found a ten-year-old in there the other day."

"A ten-year-old?" He said looking at me. Guess he's not used to my sense of humour yet. This'll be Blake at 18.

"Yeah. Turns out it was a friend of J.J., but hey when you see something floating in the pool that you don't recognize, just fish it out and check," I laughed.

"Cool. Hope you have a big net for other ten-year-olds," he joked.

"Did they give you something to wear or do you have to just pick your own work clothes?" I asked as he was still fully dressed.

"No, they provide me with a swim suit, shorts, and a shirt. I pretty much only need the shirt and shorts if the weather is less than ideal."

"Are you wearing them or do you need to go change?"

"I have to change. Are you okay if I just change here, or should I go into the pool storage room?" He asked professionally.

"Feel free to change out here. Probably easier than trying to find space in the pump house."

"I figured you'd be okay with that," he said smiling as he pulled off his shirt. He's the definition of `built like a brick shithouse'. I still believe I could hit him with the car and destroy the car, while not damaging him at all.

The pants and underwear were the next to go, and I smiled at the look. He had a dark tan, except where his bathing suit had been. That was bright white and almost worked to accentuate his large ass, which, if possible, looked even larger.

"I guess you don't work naked a lot. Someone needs to hit the tanning booth with only that area exposed," I teased.

He smiled as he grabbed the swim suit out of his backpack. "Yeah, I don't actually work naked," he explained as he pulled on the very tight-fitting trunk style bathing suit. I'm not sure what the material was, but it sure didn't leave anything to the imagination. It formed around his ass, clearly framing each cheek and ass crack. The front was just as revealing. Whoever picked these suits as a work uniform knew what they were doing.

"Those fit snugly," I commented as I checked him out.

"I'll say. At first, I was a bit self-conscious, but I get lots of comments about them, so I'm okay wearing them now."

"You're gonna make a lot of people very horny seeing you in those."

"It does. There's this one house that has a mom and her three teenage daughters. I feel like an HBO movie when I go there. All of them lie out on the loungers watching me."

I laughed. "I can only imagine. Did you get to hang out with them afterward?"

He blushed slightly and moved to fold his clothes. "We're not really supposed to talk about stuff that might happen at a client's house."

"Around here I don't think it matters, do you? It's not like you're a stranger to us."

"True. Yeah, the oldest daughter who I think is 20, and the mom, hooked up with me," he admitted.

"At the same time?"

"Yeah. They were lying out poolside topless, and pretended to forget that I was going to be there, but didn't get dressed. The daughter flirted with me first and took off her bikini bottoms, then spread her legs. The mom caught me looking, and I was sure I was about to get fired. But instead, she suggested we go inside and the rest is history. I ended up doing them both. That was a good day."

"Was that more or less fun than the scenarios with your coach?"

"I'm straight, so more fun, but it's hard to compare them. With the girls, I'm a jock to them, so I take the lead and do the fucking. With coach, I'm being dominated along with his other boys. It's a totally different mindset for each thing."

"I can see that. I'll show you where things are in the pump room," I suggested as we made our way over there. "Did you do anything with the other two girls?"

"Not the youngest. She's only 13, but the other middle one is 16," he replied.

"And...? Did you do her?" I repeated.

He shook his head. "Not yet, but I have a feeling she'll be spreading for me next. I have this total fantasy of seeing her lying out in her bikini. Then I just walk up to her, slip her bottoms off, lift her up high enough to slide my cock in and fuck her. Then I remove her top and suck her boobs. Her Mom and sister walk out and give me encouragement."

"Damn. That's a pretty hot fantasy. Something tells me that might be in your immediate future. I'd like to walk in on that four-way."

"You would? With girls?" He asked surprised as he got out some of the tools he'd need for his work.

"Only to see that big ass moving up and down as you pounded her, and listen to the moans of her pleasure."

North laughed. "Sounds like you're horny for my ass today, or were you just thinking you'd have liked to have been the girl?"

"Both," I chuckled. "You've up your flirting game a little since I first met you."

"Wasn't really flirting the first time we met. Things just sort of progressed to sex."

"True. But to answer your question, I'd never turn down an opportunity to ride that ass."

"I rather fuck girls, but I don't mind it with you and Blake," he grinned.

"Excellent, I'll go jump into a bikini. Maybe that'll up the fun factor," I joked.

North just looked at me. "You don't really have a bikini, do you?"

"God, I hope not," I replied. "If there is one in this house, it'll probably be Sienna's and it'll be somewhere in Blake's room. No way I'm interested in rummaging through that toxic landfill site to find out."

"Blakes room seems pretty clean and tidy compared to mine," he replied. It was, as Blake hated mess, but sometimes you have to exaggerate to keep his rep intact.

"When he knows he's having company, it gets attention," I said.

"Where is Blake today?" He asked as he used the skimmer to retrieve all the bits floating around in the water. Mostly leaves and twigs.

"At a practice at school. I guess he and Joel are doing something for a school concert this week. Not sure how he's fitting everything in before heading off to do filming."

"Cool. Did he tell you that I got work as an extra on his set? I'm not sure how much I'll have to do, but for now it's just an on-call kind of thing. It was tough decision on whether to take it or not."

"It was? Why? You don't like acting?"

"Dunno. Never tried it, but it I'm guessing it should be fun. They said I'd be part of the football team, so it wouldn't be much of a stretch from an acting standpoint. No, the real tough part was that Blake asked me to look after Sienna while he was away. He figured if I involved her in three-ways with me and Chloe, she wouldn't miss him as much. I can tell you, that was a pretty tempting offer."

"Really? I thought he asked Jalen to do that," I said completely confused now.

"He asked him after I turned him down to do the extra gig. I can have sex anytime. Not sure how many opportunities I'd have to do acting."

"Wow, good for you. Any idea what things they're going to get you to do?"

He shrugged. "No idea, but I'm guessing it'll just be normal football stuff. Maybe locker room banter and background characters. Shit like that. I'm pretty much up for anything as it'll be fun to see how they film a TV show."

"Good luck. I know Blake enjoys it. He's excited about getting back on set and has been practicing his Duane persona constantly," I nodded.

"He likes acting, huh?"

"He does. I have a feeling if he does well on this season that he should see a few more offers come his way. Who knows, maybe one day I'll get an invitation to the Oscars to see him accept an award."

"He's sure milking saying goodbye to everyone," North laughed as he continued working.

"Isn't that the truth. You said you're still with Chloe? How's that going?"

"Great. She's come around to the whole group idea. At first, she was totally reluctant, now she thinks it was all her idea for some reason."

"How's that?" I asked.

"The first couple times we all hung out, Blake and I stuck with our own girlfriends while we all made out in the same room. Then I ramped it up a bit and went down on Chloe and ate her out while Blake and Sienna were in the room. We then let Chloe see Blake do Sienna. The next time, Sienna said that guys had no idea how to eat a girl out properly, and somehow convinced Chloe to spread wide so she could munch down on her. That was hot."

"Seems like Sienna isn't just convincing boys to have sex," I grinned.

"I know, right. Then the girls 69'd each other, but after only a few seconds of that, Sienna stopped and said we were being sexist perverts. If we wanted to see them fool around, they wanted to see me and Blake hook up."

"I thought Chloe believed it was gross seeing you get a blowjob from a guy."

"I guess her and Sienna talked, because she agreed that the only way that they'd continue was if Blake and I hooked up so they could watch us."

"That's totally a Sienna move," I nodded.

"Exactly. I may not be into guys, but if I were, I can see how Blake would be the number one draft choice."

Fuck me, now he's throwing out tennis references, or hockey...not sure. "I know the boy likes sex, and has lots of it, but is he really that good?"

"I'd say he's better than most, that's for sure. I think he likes to show off his big dick more than anything."

I laughed. "Yeah, that he does. Anytime, anywhere, pretty much."

"Exactly," North laughed. "The weird part is, even when we've all finished sex, Blake is still hornier than all of us put together. When I cum, I need sleep, or at the very least I'm done with sex for a while."

"Yeah, that I'll acknowledge. The boy has a sex drive. He's been bringing different people home after school everyday to do `homework' in his room. He seems to be saying goodbye to the entire school, and possibly surrounding neighbourhood."

"Sounds about right," he agreed.

North and I continued to talk about general stuff, like school and his football, as he continued to do what he was hired to do with the pools and hot tubs. It took him about an hour and a half. I'm sure the pools were cleaner, as he'd scrubbed things, checked chemical levels, fished out leaves and changed filters, but to me they still all looked the same. I guess that's why we have professionals clean them, or I'd only notice something needed to be done when algae were floating on the surface with a frog riding a lily pad.

"How about we maybe get you some tanning on that bright white area?" I suggested. "A couple minutes in the booth should help."

"I could go for that," he nodded. We headed over to the tanning booth, and I watched as he peeled the shorts down. They were stuck to him more firmly than that plastic covering on a new electronic screen.

He looked at me once he was totally naked. "I made sure to shave myself smooth as I remembered what you'd said about being hairy. Seems like you were right about smooth being way more popular. Doing my ass was a little tough, but I think I got everything."

"Well let's have a look," I said, more than eager to check out any body part he was offering up. I turned him around, and had him put his hands on the wall so he was partially bent over. God that's hot! I got down on my knees and pulled his ass cheeks apart. I almost needed crowbar to move those solid mounds. He'd done a really good job of getting every little hair. I've seen porn stars not this well shaved. "Yeah, not too bad," I complimented, as I rubbed a couple fingers up and down his crack, making sure to put a little pressure on the hole as I passed over it.

He stayed perfectly still, but inhaled slightly as I teased him. I have to admit, I couldn't help myself as I leaned in to give it a lick as well. Something that smooth needs a good lick to really check it out. It's one of my rules. You remember them, right? Like rule 6 -You shall not scream bloody murder while being impaled by your Lord Justin, as he is the one true impaler, or rule 71 - The boy must have been conscious to give consent, but doesn't need to be conscious during the actual sex. Rule 13 is good too - If the Lord Justin summons you to remove covering garments so he may inspect his creation, you must do so without humility, and no garments should be worn in the house of your Lord, Justin. This is rule 21. Always lick the smooth bits. It's not a fancy rule, but it fits this purpose.

As I licked his ass, I ran my hand between his legs to fondle his balls. They were as smooth as the rest of him, so of course they needed a good lick as well, which when it comes to balls, also required that I suck each one into my mouth in turn. He gave the assist by spreading his legs wider. That led me to push my hand further forward to take a firm hold of his now erect shaft. I like a boy who is excited about his job.

I sat back and looked at him, before gently patting his ass. "God, you have no idea how badly I wanna stand up and fuck you right now," I said as I squeezed one of his cheeks again.

"Is that what we're doing next?" He asked looking back at me.

"Normally when I'm this horny for something that amazing, I just go for it, but right now let's get you into the tanning booth or we might never get to that. Do you have other jobs to go to after this?"

"No, you're my only pool today," he replied as we started the booth and set the timer. The good thing about these stand-up booths is you need only about 5 or 6 minutes. Do that a few times a week and you're golden. Literally.

I let him tan while I paced around outside waiting to pounce. Well, actually I just did some weights. Figured I'd put the five minutes to good use. Once he was out, he still had a white stripe, but at least it was now a little pinker. After a few sessions, I'm sure we can get him tanned up nicely.

"Let's hit the shower and get you rinsed off and cooled down. Best to do that and then rub in some lotion. Make sure you use a non-oil-based lotion."

"Why?"

"No idea. I'm just repeating what Colin told me. He said you should use a non-oil-based lotion at least once a day to help your skin remain smooth and elastic. Plus, it apparently helps your tan not fade as fast. I figure he knows what he's talking about, so I just go with it."

I took him into the large bathroom, which is of course is also the bubble room. I helped him rinse off the sweat before I applied lotion to him. I was thorough, as I wanted to make sure everything was as elastic as possible. His penis certainly was as it has stretched to full size once I'd finished rubbing lotion into it.

"Someone's horny," I teased.

"I can't help but get hard when someone is playing with my dick. I think it's just an automatic reaction."

I moved behind him and wrapped one hand around his chest, while stroking him with the other. I was going to press against him more firmly, but he backed up to me first. I whispered in his ear. "You want me to fuck you in here, or go up to the bedroom?"

"God, don't stop. Do me in here, sir," he panted as he slowly moved his hips to get more pleasure out of my hand around his cock.

"That's what I thought," I whispered back seductively. I hadn't thought that, but we were in the moment, so you just go with it. I envisioned dropping him onto the bed, spreading his legs and eating him for a half hour before I lay on top and pummeled his ass for the next hour. This will do too, though.

I turned him slightly and had him place his hands on the counter. I kicked his legs open, to prove that I was at least somewhat in charge. I used the lotion and fingered some roughly into his ass before coating my cock and running it up and down his crack. I put a hand on his shoulder and used my other one to guide my cock to the entrance.

"Brace yourself pool boy. Here we go," I said trying to sound snarly and seductive at the same time. I pushed the tip in, and felt him tense up and move slightly forward from the penetration. I pulled him back. "Breathe and relax, or don't, I don't care either way as I'm still fucking you. I let go of my cock once it was in and held his hip. I moved forward pushing each inch deeper into him. Once I as fully in, he took a deep breath.

"Fuck. You have the biggest cock of any guy I know," he panted.

"I could introduce you to bigger."

"I'm good. You're about the maximum I could handle," he admitted.

"Good to know. Now let's get to the fucking," I said as I pushed him down onto the counter and grabbed his hips with both hands. "Damn, this big ass is so fucking tight, not to mention globes of solid rubber. You were meant to be a fuck boy," I said getting into my roleplaying voice. I moved faster and faster and could hear him struggling to take the pounding. I moved one hand around to take hold of his cock and jerk him off as I fucked as hard and fast as I could.

"Oh god," he moaned. "Fuck me. Fuck me harder, Daddy!"

I'm not sure I'm ready to be a `daddy'. Ironic I know, considering I have two kids, but for this, I'm so not a daddy. Won't stop me from fucking him harder though. I wasn't worried about how he was feeling or doing, as I was into the phase of sex that wouldn't stop even for a nuclear attack. I pounded the hell out of him, feeling myself beginning to sweat as a result. We should fuck before showering. Not to self for future tanning sessions.

"Oh fuck. That's so good. Use my bussy, daddy! Oh shit...I'm cumming," he announced as he shot his load all over the floor. We have to send straight boys to sex school. You don't announce the climax as your climaxing. You give a few moments notice to allow the person fucking you time to decide whether to slow down and prolong it, or to decide where to cum. I fucked North harder and let myself cum in his ass, giving a loud grunt, and over emphasized a shudder at the same time. That was mostly for effect so he'd know I'd cum in him.

I slowly pulled out and let him stand up. He turned to face me, his cock partially deflated and dripping with the last remnants of his ejaculation. I reached for it and wiped the tip so I could taste him.

"I think I know where Blake learned sex. You sure know how to fuck," he admitted.

"I've had some practice. Sounds like you got into it yourself. Imagine if you'd chosen bedroom, you'd have been getting fucked for at least a couple of hours. Plan to spend the night one visit. You'll experience sex like it was meant to be."

"I've never spent the night at a guy's place before," he admitted.

"Never?" I asked surprised.

"Not for this kind of thing. I mean with friends and stuff, but not for sex or anything."

"Then we're definitely planning a night of it. Have you ever been the main course at an all-boy buffet?"

"You mean like an orgy?"

"More like a gang bang," I replied as I patted him on the back

"What's the difference?"

"An orgy is everyone doing everyone else. A gang bang is where you'd be the center of attention. Everyone would be there to get a piece of you."

"Oh. No, mostly it's just been coach and Sawyer at the same time. Or you and Blake that last time. Never more than that."

"Now I have a new idea for your sleepover. You being offered up for everyone I can find. I'm thinking..." I used my fingers as if counting the people I'd be inviting. Once I ran out of fingers, I grabbed his hand and began holding his fingers out. "...17, should do it, and not leave anyone feeling left out."

"17? You want me to do 17 guys at once?"

"I laughed. God no. The 17 guys would be doing you. I can promise that after that gang bang, you'd definitely need some sleep."

"I dunno if I'd be cool with that," he said stammering nervously. This was the first time I'd seen him portray anything less than a confident jock.

"That's the beauty of a gang bang. We wouldn't care what you thought about it as long as we got to have sex with you," I teased.

"If you could maybe change it from a gang bang to an orgy, and change the guys to girls, I'd stay the entire weekend."

"How's that fun for the guys waiting to rail your sweet ass?" I laughed.

"They get to watch the quarterback do their girlfriends," he said boldly, while bragging.

"You want to go up and play a game of pool? I mean you are the pool boy, right?"

He smiled. "I don't think it includes that kind of pool."

"Really? I'll bet there's no mention of that in your company manual." We rinsed off and dried before leaving the bathroom.

"I should just go grab my swim suit from the weight room," he said quickly.

"You don't need it. Around here we usually skinny dip for pool," I grinned.

"Even table pool?" He asked giving an amused smirk.

"Especially table pool. You're just lucky we already fucked. Imagine how interesting pool would get if the players were horny. Each time the player bends over, the shot could take 15 minutes."

"Why?" He asked frowning slightly. "Oh...wait...never mind. I just pictured it."

We headed upstairs and set up a game of pool. I normally just use my penis as the cue. You know, because of how long it is...but since I was back to flaccid, I used the real cue. I let North break and he was actually pretty good.

"You've done this before?"

"Yeah. I used to go with friends all the time to play. Pool actually relaxes me. Although not maybe the way you play it," he said staring at me as he stood back up after his shot.

"After a few games, you'd find yourself so relaxed you'd be barely able to stand up," I assured him. "Just curious, being that you're the senior quarterback and all. Is it like it is on TV shows where the quarterback is the one all the girls are dying to hook up with?"

"It's not as obvious as they make it on TV where girls are pulling each other's hair out and grabbing for boobs as they bitch fight to get me. I wish!" He laughed. "I think that's more an American thing than it is here. We just play football on the school field. Not like we have big stadiums, or cheerleaders, or a crazy adult fan base that all show up in pickup trucks for a kegger in the parking lot."

"That's too bad. Sounds like it could be fun. How about away games? Do you have the convoy of vehicles following you, with the bus full of screaming girls right behind the team bus?" I added.

He laughed. "You really do watch too much TV," he replied as I called my shot and executed it. I mean I missed completely, but I did execute the shot. "The only time we had any sort of interest is when we went to the provincials last year. We actually had a chance of winning so I think a lot of families and students wanted to see us play. That was a fun weekend."

"Did you win?"

"No. Close 28 to 23. All we needed was one touchdown and it'd have been ours, but the clock ran out."

"Tough break," I sympathized.

"Yeah, but we played our best game, so as much as it sucked, the other team was just that little bit better. The best part was later that night. We were all feeling a bit bummed that we'd lost, even after a pep talk from the coach. After we were released back to the hotel, the girls infiltrated the rooms and we had one hell of a fun night."

"Wouldn't be a sports road trip if you didn't trash a few hotel rooms."

"We didn't so much trash hotel rooms as we shredded pussies," he grinned. "Dude, you should have seen it. It started slow with a bit of making out, then guys getting bolder taking off their shirts to show off to the girls. From there, one guy figured it'd be fun to show off his girl's boobs, and then it was like a boob show."

"A room full of shirtless horny jocks and topless chicks. What could go wrong?" I smiled as I patted him on the back.

"Oh dude! Nothing went wrong. Nothing at all. At least from my point of view. Garrett wasn't happy when his chick was the first in the room to get naked, and then started groping all the guys."

I laughed as I pictured the scene in my head. "And where did the night go from there?"

"While Garrett was bitching at her, she began flirting with him. The next thing we all watched, was her on her knees blowing him. That seemed to start a chain reaction, because less than 10 minutes later, almost all of us were naked."

"That's pretty hot. A room full of naked football players, all horny for action. Dude, turn me into a ball and throw me around that room," I teased.

North just shook his head. "Not that type of party, sorry Justin. I moved over to congratulate him on having such an outgoing girlfriend, and as soon as I got over to him, she grabbed my cock and went down on me. Garrett wasn't happy about that at all, and even less impressed when she stood up after getting me hard."

"Less impressed? You have a bigger cock than him?" I teased.

"Yes, but he was less impressed because she pressed up against me and started making out with me before she slid my cock up inside her and then jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist. It was pretty obvious to everyone that I was now boning Garrett's girlfriend right in front of him. He was pissed."

"I'll bet," I agreed.

"He called her a whore and a slut, but she just told him to chill and enjoy the party. He didn't say much to me as he knows I could take him, and it was pretty obvious I wasn't the one to initiate any of it."

"But you didn't exactly stop her?"

He laughed. "Dude, a hot chick is riding my dick in a room full of naked people. Like I'm ever going to stop that. Garrett ended up leaving, but the sex was underway and it wasn't long before everyone was in on it, in one way or another. Some guys just enjoyed sitting and letting the girls suck them off. Others went all the way, and some only stuck with making out. I think I figured out at least two of the guys that were gay from that night, but I never said anything. That's for them to identify on their own."

"Sounds like a fun party," I commented.

"It was. Also turned out to be the biggest night for breakups and new relationships to form. I guess if the only sex you ever had was with your boyfriend or girlfriend, and you do someone else, you're doing a lot of comparing. It was fun watching everyone hooking up though. I woke up with two girls in my bed, and that started the day out right for sure. My roommate was Wayne, and he had one girl and another guy in his bed. I didn't ask, and they didn't say anything except that it had been one hell of a party."

We kept playing as we talked, and I was about to ask for more details, when Troy wandered in. "Hey. How's it going? Hi North."

"Hey Troy," he replied.

"Who's winning?"

"North," I admitted.

Troy stood and watched us play, and I couldn't help but notice his hand slide into his pants. I walked by and gave his crotch a squeeze over his hand. "Someone gets excited watching pool," I said casually.

"Hell yeah. Nothing like playing with balls to get you worked up," he replied as he stuck his tongue out at me.

As North bent over for his shot, I reached over and ran my hand over his ass, and down between his legs. "You mean these balls?" I asked, teasing Troy. North paused his shot while I was fondling him. I guess he can't handle being distracted while he's concentrating. "Maybe you'd like to eat his ass for a bit? I've given it a nice cum flavour that you should enjoy."

"You guys already had sex? Damn it! I'm always late to the party," Troy said, fake pouting.

"Or you're just early to the next one," I replied as I eased back from North to let him take his shot.

My mind said I should pull out Troy's love stick, and insert it into North so I had a fighting chance of winning the game, but I chose to be a gentleman (which is slang for straight boy) and leave things as they were.

"I was just going to make some margaritas; you guys want some?" Troy asked.

"I'm not 19 yet," North replied responsibly, "plus I have to drive home."

"If you're old enough to participate in a gang bang, you're old enough to drink," I reasoned.

"You were in a gang bang?" Troy asked, suddenly more interested than five seconds ago.

"Not yet, but he's going to be. I suggested he spend the night here one day soon, and I'd find a few people to keep him entertained. Would you want to join us?"

"Hells yeah! I love me a good gang bang. I'll invite Porter as well. I know he never backs down from one either. Who else would you invite?

"The usual. Family, friends, friends of friends, the `Q' network, anyone under 30 on Grindr."

"That's good. It's probably best to keep the numbers small for his first gang bang," Troy chuckled. "I'll go make those drinks."

"We'll be outside," I told him as North was just about to sink the eight ball, which as we all know, means I'm about to lose.

I let North collect his swim suit from the weight room, and watched as he redressed. He sure stretches that fabric to its limit.

"I should just finish up with the pool and put everything away," North said as he headed off to round things up.

Troy strolled out with his pitcher of margaritas and three glasses. He'd also brought snacks. I guess we're settling in for the long haul. He poured a drink for him and me, and we clinked glasses. "Damn, he's built, huh?" he said quietly to me as he undressed down to his underwear, and lay on the lounger next to me.

"No shit, right?" I nodded.

"Not really your type though, is he? Or are your tastes evolving? He's more my type."

"Yeah, he's a little out of my normal range, but that solid bubble butt is something you really can't pass up," I said as we stared at him.

"How many times have you tapped that now?" He asked even quieter.

"A few. You seemed to enjoy him at Blake's party," I reminded him.

"Yeah, I'll say. There's something pretty hot about burying your face in an ass that size. I'm up for a few more rounds if he'd be into it. Damn, I was gonna take my shorts off and work on my tan, but with that information, I've totally boned up," Troy grinned as he adjusted himself.

I was ready to reach over and strip Troy to let North see what else awaited him, but we were interrupted.

"Hey North!" Blake said as he strolled outside with us. "Started the new job, huh? How's it going?"

"What's not to like? Working mostly outside all the time, getting a tan," North replied.

"Yeah, this and a lifeguard would be the coolest. We fooling around later?"

"I'm running late, so I might not have time," he replied.

"Fair enough, I'll just set the clocks back an hour. That should work," Blake replied casually as he turned his attention to us, and came over to say hi. "You two just watching North work?" he chuckled.

"Of course. That big ass in that small swim suit. How could we not look?" I replied. "You're home late."

"Yeah, just hanging out with friends. Leaving everyone is sort of sucky, but it's not like I'm leaving forever, so that's cool. You two enjoying the show?" He smirked, as he looked at North and licked his lips. "I hope you made enough slurpees for everyone." He picked up my glass and downed some of it. "Oh shit! Brain freeze!" He complained as he pressed the palm of his hand to his forehead. "Whoa, that's good. What's in it?"

Apparently, the brain freeze went away fast as he took another drink. "Give me that!" I said sitting up to take it away from him. "That's not a slurpee, it's a margarita, but you knew that already, since it's not the first time you've done this."

"I do know that, but you don't know that I know that, therefore it's a slurpee. Is that third glass for me?"

"No, it's for North. Feel free to offer him a drink."

"So he gets one and not me? Guess we know who's your favorite. I bet I'd get drinks if I stripped and offered up my goods," he said with a smirk.

"I'll bet you're wrong. Anyway, North is 18. You're still 14 in case you need the constant reminder of that."

"And what is the drinking age in BC, hmmm? 18 or 19?"

"19," Troy answered instantly.

"So, both of us are too young to drink, but he gets one anyway."

"Blake, he's 18 and a straight jock. Sometimes a little liquor helps lower their inhibitions. As long as you don't get them shit faced to the point they can't consent."

"Do you think alcohol would lower my inhibitions?" He asked as he sat on the lounger next to me.

I laughed loudly. "What inhibitions? You have to actually have some for them to be able to be lowered. Straight boys need that liquid courage. As I see it, a couple drinks with a guy like North would likely guarantee he'd let you fuck him. Still wanna complain about giving him a drink?"

"Nope, I'm good. Hey North! You want a margarita?" He yelled as he poured one for him, and took it over.

He returned quickly, took off his clothes, and lay on the lounger next to me. "So, who's going first?"

"With you? Probably just your hand," I replied.

"At least," Blake said as he took hold of himself. "I didn't get laid at all today, so I'm ready for some action."

"I'm surprised. No lunch time quickie or after-school special?"

"Nope. Sienna had some sports thing at lunch, and the girl I had planned on hooking up with said she'd prefer to wait until Sienna was around, or it'd feel like she was hitting on her friend's boyfriend. I hopefully lined up some boys for tomorrow, but that's tomorrow. Doesn't really help me today."

We returned our attention to watching North, and when I reached for my drink, it was already empty. I looked at it trying to remember if I'd actually drank it all, and then looked over at Blake, who was trying hard to pretend he was watching North, but glanced over at me.

"What?" He said, obviously guilty as fuck.

"Where's my drink?"

"Uhhh, in your hand," he replied smugly. "You need me to order you some glasses?"

"No. It's empty, and it wasn't when I put it down."

"Probably evaporation. It happens in this heat."

"What heat? It's 22 at the most."

"You only have yourself to blame, Dad. I'm a kid. You leave something out that looks like a slurpee, and my kid brain goes yummy, and I have to drink it. Maybe next time put out beer. That shit's nasty, and no one is gonna mistake it for something good."

I shook my head and poured myself another one, took a drink, and put it back on the table. I had no sooner removed my hand from the glass, than Blake grabbed it.

"Are you serious right now?" I asked staring at him. He very slowly raised the glass to his mouth while staring at me without blinking. He took a drink, and slowly put it back without moving any other part of his body. "You know I'm not a T-rex, right? I can still see you, even if you barely move."

"I'm not the Blake you're looking for," he said as he waved his hand between us.

"I won't have to look for you when you're in your room grounded."

"How about a game of rock, paper, scissors?" He asked putting his fist out. I joined him. "Best two out of three."

We played and he won the first two rounds with scissors to my paper, and then a rock to my scissors. This is why I never play the lottery.

"I win! North, I get to fuck you second! Justin lost."

"Wait, that's what we were playing for?" I asked, getting ignored as Blake smirked and continued to stare at North.

"He lost by going first?" He asked back, showing a confused look.

Blake laughed. "No, Troy is going first `cause he's never done you yet. I'm next and Justin gets the leftovers."

We hadn't told Blake that Troy had enjoyed North at his party, and at this point, why correct him.

"Blake is subtle as always," Troy announced. "For the record, I wasn't participating. I'm happy just lying here with my drink."

"Have you seen Troy naked yet?" Blake asked directing his conversation exclusively to North.

"Not really something I check out, Blake," North reminded him, without lying in his careful response.

"Oh right. The whole straight thing. I forgot. You just try to guess how big they are as they push up your ass, huh?"

"Damn, Blake. You seriously need some sort of filter dude," North said as he picked up the old pool filter and waved it at Blake, who got up off the lounger and went over to North. He dropped to his knees in front of the older boy, grabbed the drink that was on the deck and downed it. I should have guessed that was going to happen. Blake then grabbed North's shorts, and in one expert move, yanked them to his knees and slipped North's cock into his mouth.

"Doesn't it make you feel proud to know your son is blowing the quarterback?" Troy teased with a grin.

"So proud. If he couldn't get a doctor or lawyer, the quarterback is the next best thing."

Blake heard us and gave me the finger. "Troy, get over here and help me with this thing."

"Ummm, I really have to get going," North stammered slightly as he pulled back from Blake and pulled his trunks back up.

"Did you two homos break North before I got home," Blake said sitting back on his ankles as he stared at us.

"No one broke anything, Blake. He's just not into having his pecker wrecked by those razors you call teeth," I yelled back to him.

I got the finger as a reply, but he got up and helped North return the equipment to the pump house.

"I'm thinking you should maybe give North to me, since he's more my type," Troy suggested. "Anyway, you're sort of getting into a bit of a rut. You're almost suburban normal now. Do you think you've changed since J.J. got here?"

"Wait, I'm suburban normal? What the hell is that?" I asked, staring at him.

"You don't take risks or have the wilder type adventures you used to. Mostly you work and stay home, and only have sex with boys that come over. You used to go out and actively find new guys, almost as a hunt. Personally, I think it's so you don't do something that could get you into trouble, which could jeopardize you being able to adopt J.J. Is there truth in that?"

"No, I don't think so. Maybe a little. I mean dealing with one kid is easier than two. With Blake, we learned as we went. Now with J.J., he sees what Blake does and wants to do it too, even though half the things he's not old enough for."

"That's siblings for you," Troy nodded.

"True. I went through that with Jason, since I'm the big brother," I said nodding my head thoughtfully.

Troy laughed. "By ten minutes. I don't think that's the same as three years difference."

"I think that's what takes the most time. Trying to ensure that J.J. isn't being exposed to inappropriate things before he's ready, and with a brother like Blake, it's tough."

"Imagine J.J. becoming another Blake faster than Blake became who he is? I can't even imagine that."

I laughed. "Never tell him I said this, but I'm actually super proud of Blake. Sometimes I wish he'd dial back his verbal diarrhea around people, but other than that I like his personality, and how he sees the world."

"Me too," Troy agreed. "Maybe give him a few lessons on boundaries though. Start with letting him know that just because he sees two people having sex, it doesn't mean they want him joining in too."

"We all need to work on that part of his education."

"Well do it quick before he scares off more guys."

"He scared off a guy you were with?"

"Sort of my fault. I let him come to the university with me to have a look around. I mean it's never to early to start thinking about the next steps."

"True," I nodded.

"Took him to the food court for something to eat, and made the mistake of pointing out a guy I thought was cute. Next thing I know Blake is over there talking to him, and I'm getting berated for sending a kid to pick him up. When I tried to explain it to Blake, he just shrugged and said a guy that uptight would probably be a bad lay anyway, as his ass would be puckered up like a raisin."

I laughed. "Yeah, maybe we need to do a bit of work on that. I've noticed he's already branching out beyond his age range. He seems to just enjoy the attention, especially if he can turn someone on. Guy or girl."

Troy nodded. "He really doesn't seem to have a type, does he? I mean I look at the more muscular guys, ideally close to my age, or a bit older. You like twinks. Specifically blond surfer type twinks."

"Like those with long hair and grey eyes, with ripped abs, a 7-inch dick, and totally versatile?"

"Are you describing me?" Troy laughed. "Dial it down...Blake. You can already have me whenever you want. Colin is more reserved. He likes guys with a strong personality, who he can do more with than just fuck. Although he does prefer younger to older."

"That's true. He also likes super intelligent people with over eight inches, and piercing green eyes."

"Nope, none of those are things he goes for," Troy laughed as the other two came back and joined us.

"I should get going. I had fun. Make sure you give me five stars...for the pool, I mean," North grinned as he grabbed his backpack and changed back into his street clothes. I was almost proud of the three of us as we watched North first get naked, and then dressed. We all just sat there making no attempt to grab him and throw him to the ground for a quick four-way.

We walked him to the door and said goodbye to him. Troy even made sure to give North his number `in case he needed it'.

Blake turned to grin at us after North had driven away. "That was fun. I'll go clean up the rest of the stuff around the pool," he said enthusiastically, then took off.

I just shook my head as I watched him leave. "Sometimes he's such a little suck up. Volunteers to clean up in hopes that we'll remember to invite him next time. Smart boy."

Troy rolled his eyes.

"What?" I asked curiously.

"Smart boy. Dumb parent," he chuckled. "He volunteered to clean up because there's still a quarter pitcher of `slurpees' down there."

"Shit. I forgot about that," I said, moving my ass to the pool deck in a hurry.

Blake was lying back on the lounger with a margarita in his hand.

"Blake!"

"Hey. Told you I'd help clean up, and you know I hate to waste stuff. Who made these?"

"I did," Troy replied.

"You simply must give me the recipe, dahling. The boys at the club will simply think these are divine," he said raising his glass as a salute.

I took the glass away from him, and wondered when he'd turned into a `real housewife'.

"Someone gets grabby when they're horny. You know if you don't teach me how to drink responsibly, and what the effects of alcohol are, I may end up guzzling 40 pounders in the alley behind the liquor store. We know that's just a gateway to drugs. Next thing you know, I'm a stoned, alcoholic, biker tearing up some small town while we rape and pillage. Do you want to see that, or you gonna give me back my slurpee?"

"Actually, I think that'd be a good look for you. I'll keep the slurpee. I think I know why you're an actor. Drama queen seems to be your jam."

Blake just grinned and snapped his fingers. "That'd be me. You know what really sucks?"

"A vacuum cleaner?" I replied.

"An elephant's trunk?" Troy guessed with a grin. "Oh, a black hole," he added snapping his fingers and pointing at me.

"Good one. That's Blake's nickname. Black Hole," I chuckled. "How about a thermobaric bomb?"

"Are you two done?" Blake asked as he stared back and forth at us. "I was gonna say, that it sucks that I still have to keep doing homework even though I'm leaving school. You'd think they'd just waive it for me."

"You're not really leaving school; you're just taking classes on set now. You still have to do the work. I'm guessing you have some homework tonight?" I asked.

"I do. Not a ton, but enough to consider it a pain in the ass...not a good pain in the ass, a bad one," he clarified. "Guess I should get to it. I promised J.J. we'd play video games tonight, so I either do it now, or stay up until 1am to get it done."

He made it a big dramatic moment of getting up off the lounger to prepare to head inside. He put his hands out towards me. "I'll take that pitcher in for you as I have to go by the kitchen anyway," he said so casually I started to hand it over, but then caught myself.

"Nice try. Go...homework...now..." I said pointing into the house.

"Me, white skin. Go do homework in chief's teepee," Blake said giving me a `how' salute.

"Isn't that racist?" Troy asked looking at us.

"I have no idea," I shrugged as Blake took off. "Wonder what he'll be like by the time he's a father?"

"I dunno, but imagine the payback ideas we can give his son or daughter when they're old enough," he chuckled.

The next day after dinner, Blake came and lay on the couch, putting his head on my lap. "Are you looking forward to going to the set and doing filming, Dad?"

"I think so," I said as I ran my fingers through his long soft hair. I always expect it to be tangled and knotted, as it's so wavy and messy all the time, so it's always a surprise when its so flowy. Wasn't sure what else to call it. Soft and manageable? "I'm just interested in seeing how things are done, and it's sort of fun to see the show before it airs."

"You don't really see the show though, as we never film in order. We just do a scene and then move to something else. In post production, they splice it all together and add special effects and sound if needed. Mostly we're just as surprised as everyone else when we see the finished episode," he explained. "I'm excited to see everyone again, and get back at it. With my new YouTube channel and Instagram posts, I should build quite a fan base if I do it all correctly."

"I think you'll do well at it. You usually excel at anything you put your mind too," I said praising him sincerely.

"Yeah, I hope so. I'd like my YouTube channel to do some good when I get it really established," he said looking up at me. "I like lying like this with you. Do you think I'll ever get too old to do this?"

"Maybe one day, but for now, I like it too," I replied as I stroked his head a bit more.

"Yeah, me too," he replied. He hung out for another 15 minutes before running off to do his homework.

The next day, both Colin and I had got home early from work, as we had promised to be at Blake's concert. I was more curious than anything because he'd been keeping details vague, which for Blake is highly unusual. I assumed he'd be playing the piano considering how good he is at it, but with Blake who knows.

"How was your day? Did you see many clients?" Colin asked me.

"I saw four. Mostly normal stuff. Feeling depressed, lonely, worried about the future. Stuff like that. I like it when they're really nuts as it keeps me focused."

"Are you allowed to call them nuts?" Colin chuckled.

"As long as I don't say it to their face, I think it's okay," I reasoned. One guy came in who's a hypochondriac. He basically lives on WebMD and assumes everything is a symptom. He's going to finance our next house," I grinned.

"Is that something you can deal with?" Colin asked frowning slightly.

"Not really. He needs a psychiatrist, not a psychologist, but we're trying to focus on his other issues first and avoid the medical stuff. Maybe if I can help him deal with his phobias, it'll make it easier for someone more like a doctor to help with the medical stuff."

"Good luck," Colin said giving me a kiss.

"How was your day?" I asked to reciprocate.

"Ups and downs. One of the projects we invested in just hit it big and scored a multimillion-dollar contract. Drove about two million into our accounts as a result."

"Nice. I have no idea how you know what to invest in and what not to. I'd probably get it wrong each time."

"It's a gamble, but with enough advisors, we succeed more than we fail. We did get a nice return on a stock I bought about six months ago. I saw it plummet after they made a bad business decision and the media got hold of it, driving people to sell and tank the stock even further. I knew they had good cash reserves, so I bought a large chunk of it at the depressed price."

Does anyone else hear words, or just a lot of blah blah blah, bells and horns? He gets so excited about stocks and investments, but half the time I have no idea what he's talking about. I really should take a course on financial investing so I have something to talk to him about in bed while he's helping get things rising on me.

He was still talking. "This week, the stock bounced back to beyond its previous high levels. We basically made 426 million in a day."

I heard that. "Wait. You just made 426 million, and that's not the lead story in `how was your day?'" I asked as I stared at him.

"It's only on paper. I mean it's not like someone wrote me a cheque for it. If the stock drops tomorrow, or tanks again, we lose that as fast as we gained it."

"Not to sound stupid," I said, knowing that I was probably about to sound stupid, "but if it's that much more valuable why wouldn't you sell it now and actually take the money?"

"Normally, I would, but I think this company has more potential. I'm pretty confident that it hasn't peaked yet. We'll have some fluctuation in the next few days as people sell what stock they have to reap the rewards off the bounce, but once it stabilizes, I think we could easily see another 200 million."

"Okay, I'm confused. Do we have $426 million or not?"

"That's the whole game, Justin. If you asked the media how much I'm worth, they'd likely calculate it at north of nine billion, which might be true if we sold everything and cashed in today. In reality, we're barely worth two billion, as that's all we have in liquid assets. The rest is in stock, property, investments, and loans given through the company. Any of which could go south in the blink of an eye."

"Two billion? Dude, you gotta stop buying cars. Think of the children. They need food, clothes, and shelter. How will they get to school if we have to cancel their car service? Think of me. I'll have to fly commercial if we can't afford the jet." I put the back of my hand to my forehead as if I might faint.

"I'll see what I can do to ensure you're not affected," Colin laughed, then added in a lower voice, "drama queen."

I'm thinking two billion dollars is still good, right? We're not going to drop out of the society clubs, are we? I still don't understand why we don't just sell the stock as it seems like adding $426 million to your bank account would be a good thing. Think of all the pizzas I could buy with that.

We drove over to the school where the concert was being held. Kids and parents were everywhere. It's like going to the zoo, but this time we're on the opposite side of the bars. We quickly ran into both Blake and Joel, and were finally introduced to Joel's parents.

"Mom, Dad, this is Colin and Justin, Blake's dads," Joel said introducing us. "These are my parents. Ethel and Gilbert Capshaw."

"Not our names, Joel," his father said as he extended his hand. "I'm Tom and this is my wife, Erin. It's nice to finally meet you. We've heard so much, it's nice to put a face to the stories. As you can tell, Joel is a bit of a handful."

"If you think he's a handful, you obviously don't know Blake," I laughed as we all got acquainted.

"Hey guys, we gotta go get back stage," Joel said quickly. "If you're gonna talk about us, make sure you discuss sleepovers. I'm still waiting to be able to go to one. Come on Blake."

"I dunno. I think I'd rather have three Blake's than Joel some days," Erin said with a small grin. "Blake is so well behaved and polite. You've done a good job with him. Plus, that boy appreciates food."

"Are you sure you're talking about the same Blake? If anyone is the perfect kid, it's got to be Joel. I've never met anyone so amazing."

"He has his moments, but I guess maybe it says something about all of us, if our kids act out at home, but are well behaved elsewhere," Tom noted.

"Best to test the rules and boundaries at home, I'm guessing. We should find some seats," Colin suggested, so we went to find some good ones. We sat together which was nice as it'd give us chance to get to know each other.

"I'm sure Joel has told you about our rules for him sleeping over somewhere," Erin commented after we got settled.

"He has. Seems like a pretty good rule to us. I'm afraid we're a little more lenient with Blake, although it might actually be a good idea to follow your idea on that. Keeping our kids safe is a full-time job," I replied.

"It's not that we don't trust Joel's judgement, but under the circumstances we figure it's easier to meet parents and set boundaries so that he's not in a situation he doesn't know how to handle."

"He doesn't go to a lot of sleepovers?" Colin asked.

"He does, but depending on the friend he's staying with, he may need guidance. I'm sure you know what we're talking about with the boys dating and such," Erin commented.

"They're dating?" I asked surprised.

"I'm sorry. I thought you knew," Tom apologized.

"I thought they were just good friends. A little more flirty around each other than most boys, but I wasn't aware it had progressed that far," Colin said echoing my thoughts.

"We hadn't thought so either, but we accidentally walked in on them kissing. I'm not sure that helped anyone's trauma levels," Tom laughed. "We've known Joel is gay for a while now, and we assumed this day would come, but you're still not really ready for it. We also caught them holding hands a few times, although they separate quickly when they see us. Joel insists they're just good friends, but the way they conduct themselves together, and how Joel talks about Blake, it's pretty obvious they mean a lot to each other."

"I can agree with that. They really are good together, whether they're just friends or actually dating," I acknowledged, "I think they bring out the best in each other."

"We agree. We couldn't be happier for the two of them, but that definitely brings over the situation of sleepovers. Blake has stayed over a couple of times, and the boys sleep in the family room in sleeping bags. I'm not sure if either of them are old enough for sex yet, but at that age the thoughts are there, and they are definitely thinking about it."

Whew. That was close. The way they were talking, I thought they knew Blake. Obviously he's being better behaved than I thought.

"Are you worried that if Joel goes to a sleepover away from home that they may try experimenting?" I asked trying to refrain from grinning. "How do you deal with him sleeping over at other friends?"

"Most of the boys he knows, he's known since early childhood. There's been no sign of any sort of romantic interest. Blake is the first to enter his world with that sort of reaction," Erin said.

"I guess it happens to all of us, and you're right, they're at that age where sex is likely front of center in their thought process," Colin said.

"Since the two of you are married, we're assuming your gay?" Tom asked.

"Or just married so that Colin can get citizenship. He's American. Trying to avoid the illegal immigrant status thing," I said as neutral faced as I could.

"He's joking. You'll learn about his sense of humour. I was actually born in Edmonton, but grew up in California. Yes, to answer your question," he said staring at me with a warning look, "we're both gay."

"What's your take on the two boys being boyfriends, and where do you stand on the idea of them having sex should that ever come up?"

Does anyone else get the impression that if I say that we're in favour of it, and would be happy to teach them what they need to know, that Joel will never be allowed over again? Seems like a loaded question to me.

"Did they actually say they were boyfriends?" Colin asked looking mildly surprised.

"No, but I just have that feeling. It's like they're okay being together, but not quite ready to tell anyone yet, so they sneak opportunities. How is it around your house?" Erin asked.

I'm guessing Joel didn't provide them with details about the naked party, so we'll skip over that. "We've likely only seen them the same as you," I replied vaguely. "They act like typical boys, from swimming in the pool to playing basketball, or using the trampoline. We noticed they have a lot more physical contact than with other boys their age, so I'd be inclined to agree with you that they're at least trying to get a feel for a relationship of some sort."

I hope I'm not sealing Joel's fate.

"Good. We're a bit out of our depth when it comes to knowing what advice to give Joel about being gay, but from what we've seen of Blake, it looks like you're doing a good job. Does he ask you questions about sexual orientation at all?"

"Blake isn't known for holding back. If he wants to know something, he'll ask, usually pretty bluntly. We find the best way to respond is to tell him the truth about whatever he's asking. I mean it's either that or they visit the internet. With all the conflicting information out there, he's better to get an answer from us. From there he can make up his own mind."

"I'd say we're similar," Tom nodded. "Although we did get asked when we thought he would be ready for sex. Have you had that question?"

"Weekly since age 11," Colin laughed. I think we'll avoid revealing Blake's true personality as they have this idyllic version of him, and I'd like to live that fantasy with them for as long as possible.

"How do you answer it?"

"There's no definitive answer. We simply tell him he'll know when he's ready as his body will tell him. His first assumption was when hair began to grow. Then the first time he had emission overnight, he asked if that meant he was ready. Needless to say, every first was the same question. Now we just send him to a cold shower. It seems once they learn about masturbation, that keeps them happy for a couple years at least," I joked, hoping it would be received in the manner it was delivered.

I could see Erin give a thin smile, obviously slightly embarrassed at the subject, while Tom laughed. "Those are difficult conversations to have with your boy. I'm assuming it's easier with your son when you're gay."

"You'd think so, but it's not. Awkward conversations will always be awkward," I chuckled. "We just sat him down, explained it, and sent him off. You'd think it'd be like it is with new toys. You try it out, get bored and move on to something else. Nope. Here we are a good two years later, almost three, and it's still a fascination. Good thing they don't need batteries or we'd be broke."

Tom laughed again. "Could you imagine the cost? If we allowed Joel to sleepover, what would the arrangements be?"

I probably shouldn't say they'd both be in Blake's bed, likely naked.

"I guess it would depend on your comfort level with that," I replied. "Any time Blake has his friends stay overnight, they sleep in his room. Of course, Blake has two king size beds in his room, so there's lots of space. If he has only one friend over, they each enjoy a gigantic bed to themselves. If he has more, there is plenty of room even with two in a bed. To ensure they don't stay up all night and to keep the noise down, we make him keep his door open. That usually limits them doing something stupid." Notice I said limits, not eliminates.

"Isn't doing something stupid the mantra for a teenage boy?" Tom commented. "Wouldn't it make more sense for the boys to be in a more open family room type setting?"

Colin laughed. "Not in our house. Blake's room is right beside ours and with his door open, it's easy to hear if the noise is getting out of control. If we sent him down to the playroom, it's two floors down, and they could throw a rave and we wouldn't hear it. Same is true in the soundproof media room. To suggest either of those would ensure chaos."

"That makes sense. We know that one day soon, they're likely to be tempted to explore sex, but where possible, we'd like to limit those opportunities as much as possible."

I nodded. "I wouldn't disagree, but we were all kids their age once. Some days I still feel like one. We all know that if they really want to try something together, nothing we could do short of locking them in their room alone would prevent it."

"True, and we're sure they've had some sort of discussions about it already, but I think a sleepover provides a setting that sort of fuels those ideas, more than others," Erin reasoned.

"I can see that, but if I were worried about Blake wanting sex at a sleepover, I'd make sure he invited a couple of other friends over. Can't see them wanting to experiment with anything while their friends are in the room," I said trying to look sincere and mature, while in my head picturing how it would actually go.

Tom laughed again as he looked at his wife. "That's what I've been saying. Let the boy have two or three friends over, and the most we'll have to worry about is who gets the biggest bruise from wrestling or who farts the loudest."

"What is it with boys and farting? I never remember my sleepovers involving that," Erin commented.

"Boys also don't give each other makeovers and have pillow fights," Tom told her.

"You've never been to a five-year-olds sleepover then. Pillow fights are a must," I laughed. "Not so much at 14 though. That's more video game challenges and wrestling duels to the death."

"It's nice that we've met you. It's obvious where Blake gets his morals and behaviors," Tom said.

Did he just insult us? Seems rude after only five minutes.

"I think we'd be comfortable letting him stay over with Blake from time to time. They've been well behaved at our place, so I can't imagine it'd be any different at yours."

I guess we weren't being insulted. Obviously Blake is a good little actor when he's trying to impress. If they only knew 1% of what Blake gets up to, Joel would never get to see Blake again. On the flip side of that, if they knew Joel's rules for being in a relationship, they'd be pretty proud of him. (I think parents would be proud of that, right?) Blake may have sex with anyone that even glances at him, but Joel wasn't about to be doing anything anytime soon.

Our conversation was cut short as the curtains went up and a teacher came out to introduce the first act. Is it an act at a concert? First composition, maybe?

I guess they were starting off with the younger class, which probably makes tons of sense. Let us see what the grade eights are like, and end by showing us how much the kid can progress be grade twelve. Way to bait the hooks so we keep them practicing.

The first class wasn't bad actually, so I wasn't scrambling for my ear plugs. Good things too, as I'd forgotten them at home. Next up was Blake's grade nines. I got my first surprise when I saw Joel sitting in the orchestra with a saxophone.

"I leaned over to the Capshaws. "I didn't know Joel played the sax."

"Yeah, he can play that and the guitar. He's not a bad singer too, but I don't think he enjoys that as much," Erin replied.

We watched their performance and it was pretty good. I was a bit surprised Blake wasn't in that orchestra. It moved from there to the grade tens, and then a small change where they brought out a couple of solo performances after the stage hands had rolled the orchestra platform back out of the way. One was a violin player who I guess was good for it being violin. Everyone seemed to applaud enthusiastically, and I'm guessing it wasn't to show their appreciation that it was finally over. If just one bagpipe comes out, we're leaving. Then it was time for my second surprise. A grand piano was rolled out and set up. The teacher announced Blake as the performance, so I naturally turned on my complete hearing.

I smiled when I saw him walk out in a full tuxedo with tails. He sure wasn't wearing that when he left the house this morning. Was he? Knowing Blake, it's possible. He sat and played a classical number, almost perfectly and got a rousing ovation for it. None more so than from Colin and I. Once the applause had died down, Blake interlocked his fingers in front of himself and stretched out his arm as he apparently prepared for a second number. He started out with another classical number, before stopping suddenly.

He grabbed the microphone on the top of the piano and pulled it closer to himself. "I'm guessing you've heard enough classical. We don't need you all falling asleep. How about we kick it up a notch? Let's try this," he said as he turned back to the piano.

I didn't recognize the tune at first, then it hit me. He was playing Katy Perry's `Teenage Dream', but I barely got into it before he stopped again and went for the microphone. "My teenage dream is not to be up here alone doing this. Could I get some help from backstage, please? I'm kinda self-conscious up here. He got a small amount of chuckles from the audience. Probably from those like Colin and I who knew him. I smiled when a head popped out from around the curtain to look out at the crowd. It was Joel.

I looked at Tom and Erin who smiled as they saw their son.

"Like right now?" Joel whispered loudly for everyone to hear.

"Yeah, I'm on stage. We gotta keep going or people are gonna walk out," he said waving Joel over. He wandered out looking extremely nervous. "Dude, you forgot something."

Joel looked even more embarrassed and ran off stage quickly, only to return with his saxophone.

"No, get the other thing, not that," Blake said quickly before Joel made it all the way back to him. He ran off stage again, this time returning with a guitar.

He stood beside a microphone that has obviously been placed for this exact reason. "You know I'm a sax player, right?"

"Yeah, but no one needs to see sax on stage right now. Guitar sounds better with the piano. Just hold it in front of you and pluck strings. Looks easy enough. You ready?" Blake asked as he talked into the microphone.

"No," Joel replied. "What am I supposed to be doing?"

"Taking all the eyes off me, obvy. Just follow my lead."

Blake did his finger stretching thing again and began to play, with Joel quickly playing his guitar along with him, pretending he was just learning it, but doing a respectable job regardless. Then Blake stopped suddenly once more, but Joel kept going, slightly swaying to the beat. Blake banged on the top of the piano. "Joel! I stopped dude. They're still looking at me. You gotta ramp it up."

Joel gave him a thumbs up. "I think I got the beat now. Wanna start again?"

The two boys started the tune over, only this time, they were going for it. Joel began singing, which I honestly think took everyone by surprise, not the least of which were his parents who just stared without blinking. The were barely seconds into it, when other people began arriving on stage from both sides, and joined in as background singers and dancers. It was nothing short of incredible. Halfway through the song, Blake stood up, as he kept playing. Sometimes the piano songs are done quietly, and other times they really belted out the sound. Blake was making that piano really earn its reputation.

I don't know if the Capshaw's caught it or not, but when Joel sang let's go all the way tonight' during each chorus, he looked directly at Blake. Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans. Be your teenage dream tonight', also got a vibe between the two boys. Ironic, considering who would be the one willing to go all the way tonight.

Once it was over, the audience erupted into applause, many even standing up. Colin and I, along with the Capshaw's, stood the tallest and applauded the loudest. By the time the applause died down and the boys had taken their bows, the piano had been taken off stage, and they had rolled the orchestra platform back into place.

As we sat down again, I looked over at Tom with a smirk. "Yeah, they're thinking about sex," I laughed.

"I had no idea he was going to do that," Erin said as she looked very emotional. "He normally hates singing in public."

"Looks like he had some encouragement. Like you said earlier, the boys are good for each other," Colin replied.

"Blake is incredible on the piano too. I mean that was concert quality. Is he pursuing that as a career?"

"No. He likes to try lots of things out and do the best he can at it. Right now, he's focused on karate, diving, and his acting. I think piano has basically taken a back seat for now."

"If that's what the back seat looks like at your house, it must be a fascinating place," Erin commented.

"Some days, fascinating is an understatement," I nodded. She should be there during the annual naked party. It'd be very revealing.

There was a small intermission before the concert continued with the grade 11 and 12's. You could see the quality difference as the students aged, and I actually enjoyed it a lot. I liked that the younger ones appeared to be focused on the traditional fundamentals, while the older students seemed to add more flair to their music. Perhaps being allowed to give it more of their individuality. There were a couple more solos, but nothing came close to Blake and Joel's number. I know it sound biased, but it's not. Wait until the reviews in the Vancouver Sun. I usually send in my critique before their printing deadline. Colin calls it a classified ad; I call it a concert review.

Once the show was over, the students emerged from back stage and rushed to find their parents. Blake was still dressed in his tuxedo and got several strong accolades as he and Joel made their way towards us grinning. They got immediate praise from Tom and Erin, who hugged their son.

"That was a lovely surprise," Erin told Joel. "Does this mean we can expect you to sing in public more?"

"No, way! I just did this one time. I was super nervous."

"Well, it didn't show," Colin said, adding to the praises. "I thought you two were the highlight act. You should consider teaming up to do more of that."

Joel just shrugged.

"Blake, you play the piano like an angel. How long have you been doing it?" Erin asked, turning her attention to the other half of the act.

"Since I was about three. At first I hated it, but by the time I was seven and had gotten better, I began really liking it."

"Well, it was incredible. From your popular classical number, to the act you and Joel did, you really are talented. Both of you."

"Thanks Mr. Capshaw. We had fun putting it together," Blake replied.

"Joel, are you ready to go? We have to head out," Tom told him.

"Sure. Just gotta grab my guitar and sax and we're good to go."

"That's important. Never forget the sax after a concert," Blake joked, as Joel gave a small chuckle.

"Blake," I warned.

"I know. Blake...shut up," he grinned as he took off with Joel. Joel returned first with his guitar and sax, and the Capshaw's said goodbye to us. Blake showed up a few minutes later, still getting people patting him on the back and giving him high fives. I can see why he's so popular. He basically interacts with absolutely everyone.

"Dads, I want you to come meet someone," he said leading us over to a small group, where I saw Sienna mingling. Almost didn't recognize her with a shirt on. Blake addressed the group. "Everyone, these are my dads, Colin and Justin. You already know Sienna and Kira. These are their parents. Mr. & Mrs. Ritter and Mr. and Mrs. Wolfe."

"Jennifer and Karl," Mr. Ritter said. "Sienna's parents," he clarified, shaking our hands.

"Jolene and Hank," the other couple said. Anyone else think they sound like a country act? I really want to belt out `Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, I'm beggin' of you, please don't take my man.' Dolly would be proud of me.

"It's nice to finally meet you," I said to them. "We hope Blake's not too much of a handful when he's over at your place."

"Not at all, he's a proper gentleman. We're happy that Sienna has Blake as her first boyfriend," Jennifer said, smiling. "The two of them are so cute together."

"Geez, Mom. Embarrassing much?"

"Awww, honey. That's our job as your parents. To take opportunities to embarrass you in public," her dad said sarcastically.

Blake is going to be confused...sarcasm and all. We made additional small talk, mostly about the show before we parted company. We finally managed to get away as his highness seemed to have run out of people to talk to.

"I think you dodged a bullet back there," Colin said to Blake, who quickly turned around to look behind him.

"WHAT? Where?" He said staring at Colin very concerned.

"It's a saying, meaning you narrowly avoided a disaster," Colin clarified in case Blake bolted for a classroom to lock the door.

"With what?" He asked.

"Joel's parents think you two are dating, and if you'd introduced Sienna's parents when they were there, it could have been an interesting exchange."

"Not really," he shrugged. "I'm not dating Joel, we're just friends. Sure we hold hands and kiss, but it's not dating."

"To straight parents, seeing their son doing that with another boy, it's dating. Do Sienna's parents know you two are having sex?" He asked.

"God, no. They still think she's a virgin. I'm pretty sure her parents don't even know she likes to walk around shirtless. Although they may now, since she told them about the rally her and her friends went too. Her mom was cool with it, but I don't think her dad was," he explained.

"I can see that. Daddy's little girl with her boobs out isn't something he's likely to want to think about. Anyway, you managed to avoid any awkward conversations. You did a really good job on stage, we're proud of you."

"Thanks. We wanted to do a longer joking part, but the teacher said we had to keep it as short as possible or the show would run long."

"I think it was perfect," I said putting my arm around his shoulder.

"You trying to embarrass me like a parent, Dad?" he asked looking at me with a grin.

"Is it working?"

"You have met me, haven't you? I don't embarrass," he said as he put his arm around my waist as we kept walking.

I dunno, but that sounded like a challenge. I'll bet I could embarrass him if I really tried. Maybe I start with a loud `I love you, Blakey honey,' as I drop him off at school in the morning, followed by giving him a kiss on the head. Let's see how not embarrassed he really is.

When we got home, J.J. was already back from school and raced up to see us. "Hey Blake! I saw your concert. You were super great."

"Thanks buddy. How'd you see my concert? Were you there somewhere?" Blake asked as he gave J.J. a hug.

"No, it streamed online. Wanna see?"

He pulled out his phone and showed Blake the recording of the concert. The two of them went off to watch it together.

"I know we're biased, but he really is amazing," I said as I watched them walk away.

"I actually don't even think we're that biased, but I'd kinda like to meet the Blake that goes over to Sienna and Joel's houses. That one seems very different to the one we know," Colin smirked as we went to see what was for dinner. It was Dakota's turn to cook tonight, and while his food wasn't usually as complicated as Merrick's, it was always as tasty. Let's face it, if I don't have to cook it, it's gonna be good.

Now that Joel appeared to have permission to sleep over, I wonder how that'll change the dynamic between the two boys. Guess, I'll just have to wait to find out.

End of Chapter.

We're off to the studio to film `Blurred Lines'. Hope they've warned everyone we're coming. I'm kinda excited to see how it all works.

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