Date: Thu, 9 Apr 2015 22:55:01 +0000 (UTC)
From: Bob Smith <bobmflorida@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Boys Chapter 15

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Chapter 15

Attending the orgy opened up a whole new world for Curt and myself. Over
the next few weeks we met two other families that joined us for a sex
parties at our home. Amazingly, one of the families we already knew, but
that news paled compared to the life changing call we received from "up
north."

Curt's mom was pleased with the care I was giving her son. His grades were
better; he was involved in sports and had many more friends in Florida then
he had when he was living with her. Each time they talked on the phone, it
was clear that he was developing into an intelligent, mature young man. She
was so proud of him she bragged about him to her cell mate. This got her
cell mate to thinking and soon we received a call from the prison asking if
I could take the cell mate's son and raise him like I was raising Curt?

She was willing to sign over her parental rights to me much like Curt's mom
had done eighteen months before. What to do? CURT and I were doing well by
ourselves but if I could help another youngster, shouldn't I do that? After
long discussions, I decided to head for Minnesota and talk to the young man
and see what vibes I might have about him coming to live with us. CURT
wanted to come as well but he had school to attend and school came first
over everything. He decided to stay with Jenny and her family.

The morning after I arrived in Minneapolis, I decided to meet Devin at the
social workers office. The plan was for us to go to breakfast together and
then decided what to do after that.

I arrived at the office and identified him immediately. He was setting in a
chair, bent over looking at his sneakers. He never looked up. He reminded
me of a puppy that had been abused, beat up and then tossed away. At eleven
he was already a defeated young man.

As for his physical appearance, the most remarkable thing about him was his
hair. It was a deep, dark black.  It was obvious that he hadn't had a hair
cut in over a month. It poked up and spiked everywhere. You could tell he
hadn't made an attempt to comb it in a while. His face was unblemished,
with dark eyes. I hadn't realized it until he looked up but he must be part
Native American or Asian because his eyes were not round like a Caucasian
but slanted. He had been crying. The tears streaks were still on his
face. He looked at me, not quite sure what to do, so he stood up.  He was
shorter than Curt and weighted less. He was wearing all black; a black
t-shirt two sizes to large; black jeans hanging off his hips without a belt
exposing his plaid boxers and black sneakers. The bottoms of the sneakers
were barely attached to the sides. They were falling off his feet.

"Hi!  You must be Devin. I'm Bob."

"Hi" he squeaked.

"Let me tell someone we're going to breakfast and then let's get out of
here."

We drove to the nearest Perkin's and I let him order whatever he wanted. He
ordered a lot and we didn't say much until he was done with his food.

"Don't they feed you at home?" I asked jokingly.

"No!  Not really and each time I go to another foster home, they feed me
less."

It was no wonder he was upset with going to another foster home, even if
his perceptions were wrong.

I opened the conversation with a "Tell me about yourself" and sat back to
listen. Only not much came out. He wasn't going to share anything except
what he had to.

So for the next hour I pulled information out of him like a dentist pulling
teeth. He didn't give up anything easily. Bottom line, he had no idea what
plans had been made for him and why we were talking. He thought he was
heading to another foster home in Minnesota and he hated foster homes. He
had been bounced from one to another since his mom was arrested. .

He told me he didn't like school, but got average grade in everything
except math, which were mostly F's. He liked computers but didn't spend
much time on them because his foster parents didn't have one and they
didn't think computers were good for you. He likes swimming although he
could not swim well.  He was crummy at sports.

When we were done I had a picture of a defeated little boy trying to act
like an adult and not being very successful at it. In my mind, I decided he
was going to join our family. He needed someone and we were the best offer
on the table. I saw my active sex life going down the drain. I guess that
was going to be the cost to saving his life.

Much like I had with Curt I explained what might happen to him if he
decided to come south with me. He just listened. I told him about the
house, the pool and my expectations about school and chores. He didn't say
anything. I went over the need to do homework and that he had to join a
club or sports team in school. None of it got a reaction from him.

His eyebrows did shoot up when I told him since it was just CURT and I in
the house, we swam naked and the house was clothing optional...you didn't
have to wear clothes if you didn't want to. I told him I sleep naked, Curt
slept in his underwear and we couldn't care less what he sleeps in.

His jaw dropped even further when I told him if he decided to come with me,
it would not be like going to another foster home. He would live with us
forever. Like a real family. He couldn't just change his mind and leave
when life got tough. And we could not just call up and have the state put
him into another house.  If he came, he would live with us forever. I would
become his dad and Curt his brother.  Asked him if he would like that. All
he said in a very quiet voice was, "I don't care." I told him that wouldn't
do for an answer. I needed a yes or no. He quietly said, "Yeah, I'd like
that."

"Great. Let's sign some papers and get going."

I signed the papers and we went to his foster home and picked up some of
his "stuff." The entirety of his life fit into a back pack.

From there we went to Target and found him some traveling clothes, new
tennis shoes, a new shirt and a pair of blue jeans.  As I did with Curt, I
went into the changing room with Devin to insure his clothes fit and to
speed up the process. Unlike Curt, Devin was terribly shy and hid in a
corner of the changing room with his back to me as he changed into his
jeans. I did note that he had a nice ass. On the way out of target he
thanked me saying these were the first brand new clothes he had ever had.

We left Minneapolis on a late flight to Tampa. This was his first flight so
he was all eyes as the plane took off and flew over the Twin
Cities. Eventually he got bored and watched the inflight movie and until we
landed.

We got to the house late. Curt had been dropped off by Brian and was
already in bed. In spite of all the excitement, he had school the next
day. I went to his room and gave him a hug, introduced him to Devin and
told him to go back to sleep and we would talk in the morning.

I asked Devin if he wanted something to eat, if not, I told Devin he should
get ready for bed.

"Where am I going to sleep?" he asked.

"You and CURT can sleep in the same bed for now. Later we will decide what
you guys want do about sleeping arrangements."  Five minutes later he was
in his underwear and asleep.