Date: Tue, 24 Dec 2013 16:52:46 -0800
From: Dave <outinwest@gmail.com>
Subject: Society Boys Chapter 141

The Society Boys
By Connor Matthews


Chapter 141

It felt like we had only been asleep for ten minutes before we heard Blake
beside us.  I opened my eyes and he was kneeling beside the bed looking at
me.  "Are you awake now, Dad?"

"Barely," I croaked.  "What time is it?"

"10am. I just wanted to double check something.  You said I could do sexy
stuff with someone up to age 14 right?"

"Right," I said only half listening.  We go through this every time he's
horny, which I can't imagine will get less frequent the older he gets.

"Okay, cool.  Oh Colton is gonna stay for lunch and my other brothers are
here so we're gonna go swimming.  They said to let you know they came
over."

"Great thanks.  Have fun," I said as I rolled over and snuggled up to Colin
and went back to sleep.  It was probably about an hour later that I woke up
quickly realizing what he had said.  `Other brothers.'  I crawled out of
bed, pulled on some shorts and went to see who he was talking about.  It
could be Jordan and Aaron, but with Blake you never know.  I got down to
the pool deck and found the four of them.  Ben and Reece had come over and
all boys were having fun at the side of the pool.  At first I was a bit
shocked as Ben was on all fours on the lounge chair with Reece rimming the
younger guy's ass.  Blake was so close to them that I actually thought he
was participating.  Colton was sitting cross legged on the next lounger
stroking his erection slowly as he watched.

Blake saw me almost right away, and I was surprised that he was in his swim
shorts.  Normally he'd be as naked as everyone else.  "Hi Dad!  I wasn't
doin' nuthin'.  I was just watching.  Reece is showing me stuff that I can
do with Ben later.  He showing me how to do all the things that you guys
won't.  Then I get to do them for myself because Ben is 14 and you said
that's okay right?"

How do I get out of this one?  I did tell him that it was alright and what
they were doing seemed okay to me, yet at the same time somehow wrong.
"It's only okay if Ben wants to teach you things," I said hoping that might
be the answer.

"Oh, he does.  That's what big brothers are for.  You also said that, Dad."

"Sounds like I say lots of things.  Maybe I should talk less," I replied
shaking my head with a smile.

Colton chuckled as he moved his hand slightly to hide his erection.  Not
that it mattered with Reece eating out Ben in front of all of us.

"You wanna watch Dad?  Reece is gonna show me how to properly put my penis
inside his bum next.  I mean I know how to do it, but maybe I could learn
new stuff.  You should see how weird it looks when his tongue goes in
there.  You can see it disappear.  Guess what, my penis is now 6 inches.
We measured them all `cause the guys said I have a big one for someone my
age.  Is that true Dad?  Wanna measure it?"

"I haven't seen many 12 year old erections, but I think you are probably
pretty big for your age.  I've seen you naked enough son, so you can keep
it in your pants," I said not sure whether to approach and stop it all, or
let them have their fun, and from the bulge in his shorts, he was obviously
enjoying watching what was happening.  "Since you're related to me, you
might grow a lot bigger yet."

"That would be cool.  I want a huge one just like an adult."  I didn't tell
him he was already adult size and that he probably surpassed most Asian
boys already.

"So what else have you guys been up to all morning?"  I asked changing the
subject.

"We took Twitch out into the yard and he left his bunny poop everywhere.
Then we played basketball and came in here to go swimming.  That's pretty
much it.  Wanna stay and play with us, Dad?"

"I'll pass.  Just remember you can only have sex with someone if they want
to have it with you and you can't do anything without permission."

"I know.  Ben is my brother and he's 14, so it's kind of a law that he has
to show me stuff so I can be a man.  You can show me how to drive and shave
and stuff, but big brothers are supposed to teach you about sex and girls
and stuff like that."

"They are huh?"

"Yeah.  Thanks for getting Ben for me.  He's a cool big brother.  You know
what else, Dad.  All older boys shave the hair above their penises.  It
makes it look bigger, so I think we're gonna do that later.  Can I borrow
your shaving stuff?  I'm not gonna remove all the hair.  Colton said I
should just trim it like his is right now.  Show him Colton."

Blake went over and moved Colton's hand out of the way to show me.  He
still had nicely visible short trimmed pubes, which had grown back since
the last time I had seen him naked, and it looked good on him.

"I'm gonna do mine like that.  It's called a five day growth," he explained
as if he knew everything about shaving.  "You also have to shave your bum
too, but I don't think I have any hair there yet, do I?"  He asked as he
came closer to me, dropped his pants, bent over and pulled his ass cheeks
apart.

"No buddy, you don't have hair there yet.  How about if I let you guys have
fun and I'll go back to bed. Everyone knows the rules.  16 legal. 14 is
okay with 12.  15 okay with 14 & 16.  16 & 15 not okay with 12."  I think
that covered all bases as I pointed to each one as I mentioned their age.
I turned and went back to climb into bed with Colin who was just beginning
to wake up.

"Hey! `morning" he said as he opened his eyes and smiled as I curled up
against him.  "Where did you go?"

"Went down to see what Blake was up to.  Ben and Reece are here and
apparently it's show and tell day.  Reece is showing Blake how to have sex
by using Ben as the model, and then Blake is apparently going to repeat
what he sees on Ben later."

"Is that a good idea?"

"How would I know?  Blake's been doing stuff with his friends anyway.  What
harm could come from him learning from the guys.  Ben is his foster brother
and Reece is smart enough to keep both of them out of trouble.  Plus Colton
is down there and he's pretty responsible."

"It still seems like maybe we should have parental controls on this
somewhere," Colin said as he kissed me.

"I was thinking about that on the way up.  Normally kids would hide the
fact they're having sex for fear of getting caught.  Here we're so open
about it, it's a normal part of life.  We don't make them hide in a bedroom
or pretend they're not doing it.  God, I remember looking at boys in the
change room when I was younger, although I didn't know why I was looking.
No one would explain anything to me except the basics in health class.  I
even thought jerking off was wrong.  Blake is well ahead of the curve and
at least knows he can ask questions openly and get a real answer.  It'll
probably carry over to anything he does like alcohol or drugs if and when
he ever gets into it."

"I don't disagree, but aren't we crossing a line by letting him watch sex
live and then doing it while they watch him?"

"As long as the older guys don't try to have sex with Blake, then I think
it's okay.  Weird and maybe a bit unorthodox, but still legal.  Oh and he
wants to borrow our trimmer as he's gonna shave off his pubes."

Colin laughed.  "God, I can't imagine what it's gonna be like around here
when Blake's friends catch up to him sexually.  You were what? 16 when you
really learned about sex.  Blake is four years ahead of you, so imagine
what he'll be like when he gets to 16."

"My boy the stud!"  I laughed.

"He'll be the town whore," Colin said reaching for my penis.  "You better
watch out Justin.  Our son is coming to take your crown away."

"Let him get his own crown, Bitch!  Now lie back and let me take care of
that boner before I get upset about being called the town whore."

Colin howled harder with laughter as I pushed him onto his back and went
down on him to take care of his morning wood.  Town whore, really?  What an
asshole.  If anything I'm the `town's personal service entertainment
specialist'.  Whore!  Makes it sound so dirty.

We got up shortly afterward and joined the other guys in the kitchen.  They
looked as worn out from the night's activities as I felt.  Kyle had a guy
sitting next to him that I didn't recognize, but from the way they were
rubbing each other's legs, I figured that had gotten to know each other
pretty well.

"Did you know Reece and Ben are here?"  Kyle asked as he ate some cereal.

"Yeah, I was down earlier.  What were they doing?"

"Just swimming when I saw them.  But according to Blake, Ben is giving him
big brother lessons on `sexy stuff'.  He's planning on coming to ask me
questions about it later.  Colton is also still here and I think from the
way he is looking at Reece, he may drop his whole monogamy thing for a
quickie."

"It must be something in the air in this house," Colin said looking up at
the vents.  "Maybe I should have the whole place serviced.  We laughed and
finished breakfast.

"Do we have to kiss your penis each morning, your highness?" I asked
looking at Alex sitting next to Jason.

"Oh, you don't have to call me your highness.  Just Mr. President will be
fine.  And if you want to kiss it every morning, there will be no
complaints here," he laughed as he jumped off the stool and stood in front
of me.  I grabbed his crotch and squeezed.  I always loved playing with a
nice hard one through the front of underwear.

"Yep, something in the air," Colin mumbled causing us to laugh again.

"So if you're the president, is your dick now going to be referred to as
the `first penis'?" Troy asked.

"No, don't be silly.  It's the nuclear football.  `Cause when that thing
blows, it's gonna take down all those around it," Jason laughed.

"How do you get the code to launch it?"  Kyle asked.

"That's a state secret, but once you get the case open, you simply need to
push the button after inserting the key.  As his first lady, I keep the key
on me," Jason smiled.

"Let me guess.  It's an 8½" key," Colin said quickly.

"What are you guys talking about?"  Asked the new kid.

"Shhh," Kyle told him.  "Eat your cereal.  You need your strength as I'm
not done with you yet.  Show the guys your cock and then go wait in my room
and I'll be up in a moment."

The boy polished off his cereal, stood up and flipped his thick dick out so
we could see it, and then scampered upstairs out of sight.

"Who is that guy?"  I asked.

"Dunno his name.  I picked him up on the way home last night.  He was
walking by the mansion as I left and looked cute, so I brought him home.
He was a little drunk, but he's a sexy little shit, don't you think? Total
bottom, at least he is now, and he knows how to work his tight little ass,
but with that thick cock, I intend to put him on his back and jump on it
and see how well he does.  I might invite Aaron and Jordan over to take a
ride before I drop him home.  Anyone wanna join us? Justin?  It'll be fun."

"I'll go!" said a small voice coming across the great room.  "Where are we
going?"  Blake asked as he grabbed the orange juice and four glasses.

"To the doctor for flu shots," Colin replied without blinking.

"Pass.  I'll wait here," he said as he turned to head back to the other
guys.

"It's as if he has a cloak of invisibility and uses it at random to just
appear and disappear," I said.

"Like I said.  Wait until he's 16.  He's gonna be a handful, especially if
he stays as cute as he is.  He'll be the guy everyone wants to be around
and take to bed," Colin remarked shaking his head.

"Let's feed him fatty food and chocolate.  Give him zits and 50 pounds," I
laughed.  "That should slow him down."

"Here Justin.  Let me make you some chocolate covered bacon," Troy chuckled
as the group laughed with him.

"Touché!"  I replied.

A couple minutes later Blake and Ben walked past and went to head upstairs.
"What's up guys?  Where are you going?"  I asked.

"I'm gonna show Ben my room," he grinned and it was obvious from the look
it was gonna be more than that.

"Just be good," I recommended.

Blake turned around and came over to me and whispered quietly in my ear.
"I'm gonna get Ben to show me sex stuff.  That's what older brothers are
for."

I got off my chair and put my arm on Blake's shoulder and walked him over
to Ben and escorted the boys up to Blake's bedroom and had them sit side by
side on the bed as I pulled up the desk chair.

"Blake, I know you've wanted us to show you about sex and teach you things,
but being only 12, you have lots of time ahead to learn things like that.
Maybe you should just get to know your foster brother first and not worry
about sex so much."

"Dad, I already know Ben, and we've seen each other naked so we're like
real brothers already.  He's supposed to teach me how to be a man since
he's older, right?"

"True, but you could wait for sex, there's no hurry."

"I'm not an idiot.  I know that, Dad!  I waited all day, but now I get to
play with Ben.  You can stay if you want to, but I think I should do stuff
like this in private.  At least that's what you said before.  So thanks for
coming to talk to us Dad, but we got this.  We're brothers and can handle
it."

He stood up and pulled my hand as if to haul me out of the room.  I wasn't
sure what to do exactly so I let him lead me to the door, and as I stood in
the hallway, he closed the door.  I turned and wondered what had just
happened.  My son was about to go and have sex with a 14 year old who was
his foster brother.  I ran downstairs to tell Colin.

"And what did you tell him?"  Colin asked when I repeated the conversation.
He laughed when I said I'd been escorted out of the room.

"It's not like he hasn't done things before," I said sitting beside Colin.
It was just sex, so we left the boys alone to play.  I did stroll
downstairs to the playroom later and saw Colton and Reece having a game of
pool.  Both were still naked and seemed really comfortable with each other.

"Who's winning?"  I asked.

"I am," Colton replied.  "I have a table at home so I get lots of
practice."

"So you two hook up yet?"  I said being my usual nosy self.

Colton laughed.  "I don't think my boyfriend would like that very much.
It's not like Reece isn't super cute but Darren and I aren't into cheating
on each other."

"So invite him over and have a three-way," I suggested.

"One day," he said as he took a shot and sank the eight ball.  Just as they
racked up the next game Blake ran in and hugged me.

"Thanks for getting me a brother, Dad.  Ben is fun.  Can I play pool with
you guys next?"  He said as he went to get a cue.

Ben entered next looking fresh from a shower.  He walked up to me and
quietly said, "I didn't fuck him, just so you know.  He wanted me to, but I
thought maybe he was still too small for that, so we just 69'd and I showed
him about blowjobs and sensitive spots on your balls n `stuff.  I taught
him a few things that he could use on girls like kissing and nipple play,
and then I let him fuck me.  I hope that was ok."

"Uh sure. Thanks Ben.  Blake is pretty persuasive and he likes hanging
around with older guys, so you might end up being his new best friend now,"
I smiled.  Internally I was impressed that Ben hadn't fucked Blake as I was
pretty sure Blake would have jumped on him and not given him any
option. That showed at least some strength of character on Ben's part, in
my mind.  Looking at Blake with the two guys playing pool, it was obvious
that he was comfortable around older boys, and his penis looked every bit
as big as theirs, although his body wasn't as developed yet.  I left them
to their game and headed back upstairs.

We all went out to lunch and Colton said he had to go home as he had things
to do later.  Colin & I took the boys to a movie and they really had bonded
well together.  At one point Blake offered to let them live with us and
said they could share his bedroom.

"Don't you think that will get a bit crowded?"  I smiled.

"No.  Reece and Ben can have my guest bed, and when Cory is over he'll use
mine like always.  I got lotsa space, Dad.  Plus I don't mind sharing my
toys and stuff."

"Thanks Blake, but we like being in the dorm at the Academy."

"Too bad, but I guess I'd probably like it there too.  That looks like a
fun place.  I'm probably going to go there when I turn 14."

"You are huh?"  I asked with a smile.

"Yeah.  I could make friends with everyone and they all like to run around
naked which is way better than my school."

"True dat."  Ben laughed.

In my head all I pictured was Zane's body with Blake's head on it and him
being used as the school cum dumpster.  Strangely I wasn't in favor of
that.  I thought my son should be more the popular dominant jock type that
would snap his fingers and have several people show up at once and he'd
look down a line of them, point and go, `you, strip and come with me.'
Guys and girls.  My head has great visions sometimes...you should visit.

The next day Cory came over and it seemed as if everyone had decided to
gather at the house.  Kurt and Patrick were working on the cars, J.P. and
Ryan had come over, and Kyle had Jordan and Aaron and two of their latest
conquests out at the BBQ.  I think Kyle was forming a club of his own, as
each time we saw him and his boyfriends they seemed to have a few new boys
around.  I recognized the odd one from University, so I figured he was
slowly going through his classes picking out the ones he liked.  Some were
open enough to go naked in the pool and accept a blowjob, others weren't
but seemed okay disappearing upstairs.  I wondered if I had competition and
if we should compare notches on our belts.  Kyle used to be my apprentice,
but I think he may have moved beyond me now.  I was waiting for him to
announce that he was opening the `K' Society.

Lucas, `Marvin' and Troy showed up in the great room and Lucas dropped down
right beside me.  "Looks like it's time for me to go," he said.  "I gotta
get home now that my part of the filming is over.  I've done all my guest
appearances for now."

"That sucks.  We like having you around.  You're part of the family now,"
Alex said, echoing the sentiment that we all felt.

"I'll be back again as soon as the season gets further along.  I'm sure
they'll have more for me to do, but I saw the list of guest stars and I'm
sure you'll get to meet most of them if I know `Marvin'.  If you can get
them over and naked, you'll have to tie Justin up somewhere so he doesn't
go crazy."

"Are they all as cute as you?"  I asked as I put my arm around Lucas.

"Cuter," he teased.  "But before I go, I have something for you, Justin."

"Cool."

"Come with me," he said as he took my hand and pulled me up off the couch.
I followed him as he headed upstairs to his bedroom.

As I entered, he closed the door behind us and pulled me to a hug.  "I
thought you might like to fool around before I go."

"I like to fool around all the time, not just before you go," I said
hugging him back.  He pushed his underwear down and stepped out of them and
turned around to rub against my crotch.

"It's all yours.  I know you've wanted to fuck me since I arrived so I'm
giving you my ass before I take off."

"Nice!  Normally when someone gives me a parting gift, I get a t-shirt or
mug or souvenir photo.  This is by far the best gift yet," I chuckled as I
quickly ripped my own shorts off and pulled him over to the bed where we
both jumped on it and began to make out.  I won't bore you with the details
of how I took my time sliding into his sweet tight hole and pounded it for
the better part of two hours, because that wouldn't be very gentleman like
of me, but I totally boned the hell out of him in every position known to
man and a few yet to be invented.  That boy is as flexible as a garden hose
and his ass is tight enough to turn my dick into a diamond.  I left so much
cum in him that he'll have to declare it at customs on the way home.  At
one point my tongue was far enough down his throat I think it was boxing
with his uvula, and it intimately knows the inside of his incredible hole.
He was a great lay and had brought his `A' game to the farewell show. A
Dyson vacuum doesn't have as much sucking power as his lips, and I was
going to miss him, but more importantly I could notch him into my celebrity
belt now.  I helped Lucas pack all his stuff and each time he bent over I
slid my dick in him again. Some things you just can't get enough of...
After I'd done that several times in a row, he finally just stood straight
up and dropped his stuff into his case without bending, or held his hand
over his ass grinning; but like I said, I'll spare you all the details.  By
the time we got back downstairs, everyone was doing their own activities
and there was a trampoline contest going on.  Kurt and Patrick had taken a
break from their car job and were pretty good as they flew into the air and
did flips and twirls.  Lucas was walking so carefully that it was obvious
to everyone what we had been doing, although we never told them. `Marvin'
just smirked at me and patted Lucas on the ass causing him to jump.

"A little sensitive?"  He laughed.

"Shut up!"  Lucas replied.

`Marvin' looked at me.  "Aren't you glad I opened him up for you so he
could handle that big dick of yours," he said putting his arm around my
back.  "You're welcome."

"Seriously, shut up `Marvin'," Lucas said putting `Marvin' into a headlock.
As if skinny Lucas could take down totally buff `Marvin', but then `Marvin'
did like being the submissive one.

We all gathered together in the great room and said good bye to Lucas for
now.  Both Blake and Cory posed for a picture with him, and although they
already had hundreds of pictures with him, this one seemed more special.
Even the Triple J's posed with Lucas and then with Lucas and `Marvin'
before we loaded everyone into the limousine that arrived to take him to
the airport.  Kyle had offered to fly him home in our plane, but he was
flying commercial as it had been paid for by the studio.  I think Kyle
figures it's his plane now since he has the license to fly it, and neither
Colin nor I correct him as it's the family plane and Kyle is family.  We
all walked to the security gate and stopped several times for both him and
`Marvin' to sign autographs.  It was mainly the younger kids that
recognized Lucas from his other roles and the older ones recognized
`Marvin'.  It really played to the demographic on their shows.  Girls were
as cuckoo nutso for `Marvin' as the young kids were for Lucas.  I was
cuckoo nutso for both of them but in a totally different way.  We watched
as he left and disappeared behind the security gate.

"I'm gonna miss Lucas," Blake said.  "He's funny.  Especially when he does
his Fred voice."

"I thought that was his normal voice," I teased.  Blake just rolled his
eyes and he and Cory ran off into a souvenir store to see what fun things
they could buy at the airport.  The both ended up with LED flashlights with
their names on it.  After all, everyone knows you can't go to the airport
without buying a souvenir.  I think it's an international law or something.
I still have a spoon holder for the stove that I got in Seattle one time.
I also have a Madrid fridge magnet.  We agreed that we were all hungry and
took the limo to McDonald's.  One of these days we might actually go
somewhere else but both Cory and Blake like Mickey D's, and whenever we
asked them, that's what they chose.  Not that I'm complaining.  I like it
too. Since we were out, we decided to head to Metrotown Mall and shopped
the place out.  I bought some new skinny jeans and cool shirts, while Blake
and Cory bought the newest video games, matching runners and some pretty
awesome shirts.  I laughed at one pair of T-shirts they bought.  They were
from the Disney Store.  Cory's shirt was Dopey pointing left saying `I'm
with Grumpy' while Blake's shirt was Grumpy pointing right saying `I'm with
`Dopey'.  I wanted a pair for Colin and me.  Totally cute shirts.  If they
had Humpy and Boner, then that really would work.  We almost needed another
limo just for our purchases.

Back home we unloaded everything and the guys vanished to their respective
places to unpack.  Colin and I went to our room and I grabbed him and
pulled him into a hug.  "So what do you want for your birthday this year?"

"I'm happy just being with you and the guys," he smiled.

 "Bo-ring!"  I grinned.  "Come on, what do you get a billionaire that has
everything?"

"The only thing money can't buy.  An entire day with the hottest guy on the
planet," he said kissing me.

"I don't think Colton Haynes is available but I could try and find out," I
replied with a smirk.

"Nope, I'm not talking about him," he said grabbing my ass.

"Matt Lanter?"

"Nope."

"Lucas Till?"

"Nope, not him."

"Taylor Lautner?"

"Nope."

"Ummm, `Marvin'?"

"We already have him, so nope."

"Nick Carter?"

"Dude, now you're just scraping the bottom of the barrel."

"Just thought I'd see if you wanted an older guy.  Like Richard Gere or
something."

"No, definitely not.  Although I hope we all age that well and look as hot
when we're in our 80's like he is."

"Is he 80?"

"Something like that."  Colin smirked.

"How about I get you Brad Pitt and Matt Damon in a three-way?"

"God no."

"I've got it.  I'll get you the Karshner triplets and the Triple J's for a
whole day of confusing fun."

"That sounds more like what YOU'D like for your birthday," he said almost
choking with laughter.

"True.  But I'd be happy with the porn star Max Ryder, and maybe Cody
Linley or Devon Gearheart, Kenton Duty, Ross Lynch, Dylan Sprayberry, or
Hunter Parrish.  I'd even love an hour with Nick Eversman."

"There's a surprise.  He's like 27 and married.  Didn't think he was your
type at all," Colin said staring into my eyes.

"He's married? Well that's a waste of a cute guy."

"Ummm, you're married too dumbass," Colin pouted.

"True.  So that shouldn't stop him from wanting to get naked with me."

"You do realize that this started out being about what I wanted for my
birthday and somehow turned into what you want?"  Colin reminded me
grinning.

"No, it's still about you, I'd just have to make sure that whatever present
I got you was fully functional and tested so that you wouldn't be
disappointed."

"Right!"  He said kissing me again.  "The best birthday I could have would
be spending it with you and Blake doing something special."

"So an orgy is out of the question, at least for 4 years, by then you'll be
almost 30 and probably too old for one."

"I could sit in the recliner and watch you youngin's having fun though,"
Colin said in an old man voice.  I giggled.  "Just keep in mind when Blake
is 16, you'll be 25."

"Oh my god, I'll be old.  I wonder if I'll have the strength to join in," I
said trying to sound serious.

"I'm 25 asshole!" he said as he grabbed my hips and tickled me.  I squealed
and tried to get away and we ended up wrestling on the bed for a while.  We
didn't have sex, just a lot of rolling around making out.  Well, it would
have been sex as we managed to get each other's shirts off, but Cory and
Blake showed up.

"Can you two get a room?"  Blake said standing there looking at us.

"I hate to point out the obvious buddy, but this IS our room."

"Whatever.  No one wants to see their parents make out, right Cory?"

"I don't mind," he grinned.

"Neither do you, Blake."  I reminded him thinking of all the times he ended
up barging in on us and not leaving right away.

"It's just a figure of speech," he said sounding like we were the dumbest
people on the planet.  "But can you keep your peckers in your pants and
come play with us?"

"I dunno.  Colin can we keep our peckers in our pants?"

"I think so," he said as we jumped off the bed and grabbed the two boys and
threw them on the bed and tickled them mercilessly.

They began shrieking and howling and kicking and screaming.  "HELP RAPE!!"
Yelled Blake.

"What's Rape?"  Cory asked.

We paused for a second.  "That's when someone forces you to have sex
against your will."

"That's stupid.  Who would object to sex?"  Cory asked.

"Lots of people.  You only have it with someone you like.  What if a really
old fat guy held you down and ripped your clothes off and made you have sex
with him?  Would you like that?"

"I dunno.  Wanna try it and find out," Blake said being a smart ass.  Colin
tickled him again causing more shrieking.

"But seriously.  Rape is when you are forced to have sex and you don't want
it.  If anyone ever tries that with you, you report it to us and the police
immediately and they will go to jail.  Promise us, okay?"

"We promise," the boys said in unison.  That pretty much ended the tickle
fight and we grabbed our shirts and headed downstairs to find something
else to do.  Colin sat with Jason and Alex and they Googled events for the
city.  I figured I'd round up the other guys to see if they wanted to go.
I went out to the garage first and smiled as I saw Kurt working on the
Ankonian in just his underwear.  He heard me coming and turned around as I
approached.  "This is one sic car.  I can't believe you guys bought it.  I
love this baby."  I almost laughed as I looked down at him.  He had a
raging boner.  I reached out to grab it and take hold.

"I can see that," I chuckled pulsing my hand on his dick.

He almost giggled with giddiness. "I really do. It's like the best car I've
ever seen.  Can I ask you something that hopefully you won't find weird?"

"Of course?"

"Can I fuck you on the hood of it?  I'm so God damn horny and figured you
wouldn't mind."

I wondered where Patrick was, since I was sure he would have done this for
Kurt too.  Without answering I bent over the hood and lowered the back of
my pants.  Kurt stepped up behind me and used spit as lube to enter me.
"And the straight boy goes gay for a hot car," I said as he pushed my chest
down on the hood.  He really was horny as he fucked me hard and I smiled as
he held my hip with one hand and rubbed the car with the other.  I had no
idea if he was making out with me or the car.  He slowed down for a bit as
he reached for my pants and lowered them further so I could step out of
them.  He kicked my legs apart and pushed me flat against the car.  The
metal was cold, but nowhere near as cold as when he pushed my shirt off
over my head.  I was naked and being fucked by a straight boy on the hood
of the Ankonian.

"Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum!"  He announced almost as an after-thought as I
felt his hot jizz blast into my hole.  He kept going slowly until he had
fully drained himself.  As he came down from his powerful orgasm, he pulled
out and put his dick away in his shorts.  "Thanks, I really needed that."

"Looks like it.  Did the car actually turn you on that much?"

"Yeah, is that weird?  As soon as I saw it sitting here by itself looking
lonely, I sprung a boner instantly that just wouldn't go down.  Is that
normal?"

"How would I know?"  I laughed "But maybe I should strip you and fuck you
on the hood so you can feel part of the car as you get that tight hole
worked over."

"I'm kinda done for now, maybe next time, if that's okay?  God, if I could
borrow that car for a day, I'd have every girl in school out of her panties
and spreading her legs for me with no effort at all."

"I think you'd be able to bone even the quarterback of the football team
with this car," I smiled and looked over to my left where Patrick was
standing with his cock out stroking it as he watched us.  "Looks like
another horny boy needs attention."  I went over and took hold of it.  "I'm
guessing it needs some relief."  He just nodded as I dropped to my knees
and sucked him off.  Why waste a hard dick.  It took him about 30 seconds
to blast a load down my throat and before I swallowed all of it, I stood up
and kissed him so I could share it with him.

"So have you decided if you're gay or not?"

"No, I'm totally bi.  I like boys as much as girls and the hottest thing is
when Kurt and I share a girl.  That is the best of the best.  I love
rimming his ass and playing with his balls as he fucks a chick and I can
feel his pole sliding in and out of her pussy.  All I want to do is get on
top and fuck him as well."

"Have you ever done that?"  I asked feeling my own boner throbbing in my
underwear.

"No, we have rules about it.  He's the straight boy, so I get to rim him or
suck his dick, and occasionally, depending on the situation, he'll fuck me
while I'm fucking the girl, but never the other way around.  The hottest
session we ever had was when he was fucking a girl and we all got into a
three-way kiss.  That was so intense I ended up blowing my load over both
of them."

"Nice."

"What about when you two are just alone together.  Do you at least get to
flip flop fuck?"

"Yeah, but he doesn't like taking it as much as I do.  I think he just does
it to make me happy, and to be fair.  Usually it's when we sleepover or
when we haven't got laid in a week or so."  He lowered his voice.  "Can I
tell you something?  I think I love Kurt.  Is that wrong?"

"Of course not.  He's your best friend.  Of course you love him, and the
two of you learned to be sexual around each other, so you share something
special.  Don't lose that."

"Should I tell him I love him?"

"That's up to you.  You know him better than anyone and can judge how he
would react.  Nothing wrong with two buddies saying they love each other.
Maybe just don't do it while your dicks are in each other, it could get
weird.  Do you love him, or are you in love with him?"

"What's the difference?"

"You'll know it when it happens.  But basically if you love him you'd do
anything for him and enjoy being together.  When you're in love with him,
you feel a pain in your chest when you are apart and you have dream about
him, smell his clothes, and feel like you couldn't live without him."

"I think I'm halfway between the two then.  I love the smell of his clothes
and when I'm wearing them it gives me a rager, and I kinda get jealous when
he does a girl without me."

"Yeah, you're on your way.  I suggest that maybe you go and find some other
people to have sex with on your own and play the field a bit.  From what I
can tell, Kurt is straight, but open minded.  He'll have sex with you until
he falls in love with a girl and then you'll probably find that the two of
you have sex less and less, so you need to protect your emotions by finding
someone just for you.  Pick a cute girl or guy that makes your heart skip a
beat and work on them.  Keep playing with Kurt as friends, but be ready for
the day you two stop messing around together, because it will come."

"That would suck, but thanks for the advice."

I got dressed and left Patrick to think about things, and left Kurt to the
rest of his `date' with the Ankonian, and then remembered why I'd gone out
in the first place and told the guys that we were thinking of taking the
boys out somewhere.  They both passed and said they'd like to stay and work
on the cars. I smiled as I thought about Kurt boning Patrick a few more
times over the Ankonian.  That was one lucky car.

By the time I got back in the house everyone was sitting around and
wondered where I was.  I explained I was talking to the guys about the new
car.  It think they could smell the sex on me as I got some funny looks.
We had decided to take the kids to the speedway and watch some car racing.
They had to run and get changed into the right clothes.  While they were
gone, Jason and Alex mentioned that they thought they had found a new home
just a couple blocks away.

"It's 2800 square feet, 5 bedroom, 4 bathrooms with a good size lot and
three car garage," Alex explained.

"5 bedrooms?"  I asked.  "Are you planning on having lots of sleepover
orgies?"

 "Only you would think like that, bro," Jason said.  "No, we're planning
ahead.  When the cops find the kids, it's quite possible that we could have
the twins with us, maybe the older boy too and of course Cory when he
visits. So that's four bedrooms right there, and then a guest room, or when
the twins grow up and want their own bedroom."

"You really are planning ahead.  What's the price tag?"  Colin asked.

"Reasonable.  1.8, but we think we can get them down to 1.5 as the realtor
said they are really motivated to sell.  We'll have the house inspected
first, but on the surface it looks good.  10 years old, nice looking place
with everything we need including an outdoor pool."

"I'll have one of my inspectors give you a call and go over the place
thoroughly," Colin said.  "Just say the word and I'll get the lawyers on
the paperwork and transfer the funds for the place."

"We have some money so we can talk details later," Jason said and Colin
agreed although he suggested they hang onto their money for now until they
found out what might be needed to fight for the kids and set things up for
them.  Child Services could be a bitch in cases like this and stability and
a good home environment was key to their decisions, regardless of paternal
rights, etc.

Cory and Blake returned dressed in black with baseball caps and sunglasses
looking like they were indeed ready for the track.  Nice fashion sense.  I
could take a lesson or two from my son.

"So the good news," Kyle said standing up.  "I am officially licensed to
drive the motorcycle without the `L' plate."

"COOOL!!"  Blake said excitedly.  "Can you take me to school on Monday?  I
wanna show my girlfriend."

"Sure buddy," he said looking at Colin and me.  "As long as your Dads say
it's okay."

"They're good with it.  Right Dads?  I promise I'll behave and do anything
you want."

"Anything?"  I asked, evilly rubbing my hands together.

"Well, I'm not washing the skid marks out of your underwear, but anything
else is probably okay," he said straight faced.  The rest of the guys
howled with laughter and high fived Blake around the room.  He smiled
knowing that he had given the ultimate burn.

"Nice one buddy.  Yes, you can go on the bike," I smiled just shaking my
head.

We hit the speedway to watch the cars and the two boys were given ear
protection as the sound was insanely loud.  My favorite part of the whole
thing was the pits.  Guys were changing there and most of them weren't shy
at all.  It was like watching a live strip show, although to get a really
good view I had to use the binoculars.  Most of the drivers weren't my
type, but it was still fun since it seemed like such a forbidden thing.
The afternoon was a total blast as we watched race after race and a couple
of wicked crashes. Colin loved it more than all of us and I think it had a
lot to do with his love of cars.  We were all so pumped up on the drive
home that Cory and Blake were yelling at Colin to drive faster and cut
people off on the turns.  We had dinner at a decent restaurant where Cory
explained to anyone who listened that we had been to the speedway.  The
waitress just smiled as if she gave a shit.  Once we were back at the
house, Blake ran to get his helmet and we watched the two of them race the
go-cart all over the yard.  I think I found out what Blake was going to be
when he grew up.  A daredevil.  We got a little pissed at him when he drove
straight through the flowers beds, but he just waved and tore off around
the backyard.  We were going to need the gardener on Monday.

Cory wanted to spend the night, but Sheila had plans, so he had to head
home.  I smiled as he and Blake did the secret handshake chest bump they
had devised.  As soon as Cory left, Blake was on his phone and from the way
he was talking, it was probably his girlfriend on the other end as his
voice was different as he spoke and disappeared up to his room.  He came
running down about 20 minutes later asking if he could go to the movies.

"I'm just gonna take my bike, if that's okay.  We'll gonna get something to
eat too and maybe ice cream afterward, so I'll call you if I'm gonna be
later, okay?"

"What time does the movie start?"  I asked.

"7.  But I want to get there early so we get the best seats."

"Who else is going?"

"Probably lots of people.  It's a big theatre," he answered casually.  I
couldn't tell if he was being a smart ass or just answering the question
absentmindedly.

"I meant, what other friends are you going with besides your girlfriend?"

"None.  It's just me and Melissa."

"So this is like your first real date," I smiled.

"NO DAD!!  We're just going to the movie.  It's not like we're getting
married or anything.  I probably won't even get naked or anything."

"That's good to hear," I grinned "I don't think they like people getting
naked in the theatre.  What time does the movie end?"

"Maybe 9.  But then we're going out afterwards, so I'll probably be home by
midnight."

"Nice try, squirt.  We'll pick you up outside the movies at 9 and drive you
and your girlfriend home."

"Okay, but no cramping my style okay, Dad.  Just drive and don't say
anything okay?"

My mind immediately started planning on how I could embarrass him the most,
as the evil side of me came out and sat on my shoulder.  "Sure, buddy.
Just text me when the credits roll and I'll come get you."  And when did he
get `a style?'

"I mean it Dad, don't make me look stupid okay?  But if you're gonna pick
me up, can you drop me off too or we'll have to bring my bike back."

"Sure."  I smiled as we headed out to the car and I drove him within a
block of the theatre.

"Oh, I need some money please.  I think I should pay for the movie and
popcorn and stuff.  Kyle said that the guy should pay."

I wondered who paid in a gay date then, but kept my mouth shut.  "How much
do you need?"

"I think a hundred bucks should cover it," he said without cracking a
smile.

"How about 40?"

"Oh my God!  I'll look like a cheapskate.  It's like 10 bucks each for the
movie, then popcorn is like 10 bucks and drinks are probably 10 bucks and
if she wants a hot dog or pizza or something.  Then maybe ice cream.  Gotta
be at least 60."

I hated to admit it, but he was right, although if his girlfriend ate that
much food, she'd be one large chick by the time she grew up.  I gave him a
hundred bucks anyway and told him I wanted the change, knowing that I'd
never see the money again.  Blake would put the leftover cash in his safe
and then ask for more next time.  That kid was taking after Colin more and
more every day.  I returned home and found the place pretty quiet.  At
first I thought I was home alone until I asked ADAM.  I found Colin and
`Marvin' downstairs in the playroom and smiled when I saw what they were up
to.  `Marvin was kneeling naked and tied to the side of the bench.  His
head was duct taped into place and his mouth was open with a spreader.
Colin was just wearing underwear but had the front tucked under his balls
so his dick was out. `Marvin was securely fastened so he couldn't move and
his legs were spread wide.  It looked painful.  Colin had his hands on the
top of the bench and was drilling `Marvin's' face right down to his balls.
It looked like they had been at it a while as `Marvin's' face was red and
he was drooling.  Not the best I'd seen him look.

"Hey Justin.  Wanna give it a go.  The little slut was giving me attitude,
so I figured he needed to be brought back to earth and learn his place.
Grab the nipple clamps and let's get those puppies stretched out."

I grabbed two clamps and securely fastened them to his nipples making sure
I got a good firm hold before attaching chains and pulling them upward.  He
cried out slightly but couldn't say much with Colin's cock down his throat.
I decided we might as well give him the full treatment, so I grabbed a
thick 7 inch butt plug, and lubed it up.  I reached behind him and raised
his ass a little to grease his hole.  First with one finger and then a
second and third, before pressing the large plug against his opening.  When
he squirmed and tried to get away, Colin slapped his face and pulled on one
of his nipple clamps.  "Shut up bitch, or we'll get a bigger plug that
you'll wear all day."  I inserted the plug and loved the feel as his
sphincter gripped it and sucked it inside.  I lowered him down so he was
sitting on it and then took hold of his cock and balls to get him hard,
which didn't take long as he was totally horny.  I sucked his cock for a
bit and really wanted to ride it, but with Colin in the way it was a little
difficult.

"Justin stand up and help me fuck his face," Colin suggested.  I was always
willing to help my hubby.  I lowered the back of Colin's underwear to
expose his incredibly sexy ass.  It was still the best ass I've ever seen.
So round, firm and smooth.  I rubbed both cheeks and really wanted to get
my face in there, but stood beside him instead and pressed my cock against
the side of his and slid it into `Marvin's' mouth stretching it beyond its
ability to cope.  If we kept this up he was going to have a mouth as big as
Chord Overstreet from Glee.  I put my arm around Colin's waist to steady
myself and we kissed as we fucked `Marvin'.  I was nice to see Colin back
in form with `Marvin' as it had been a while since they played rough like
this.  As we continued to abuse `Marvin', Troy came in and stopped short at
the door.

"So this is where you guys went.  What are you doing to my boyfriend?" He
smiled.

"Teaching him what a little slut he is.  Come and join us," Colin said
waving him over.  Troy didn't have to be asked twice and got out of in
clothes so fast I wondered if it was tearaway outfit.  I checked out Troy's
5'10" frame and was impressed at how he was developing.  He had added some
extra muscle to his arms and was now sporting a lot more definition to his
abs.  The six pack was showing nicely and with trimmed pubes, his 7 inch
dick looked perfect swinging between his legs.  I could easily see why
`Marvin' was attracted to him.  Hell, I was attracted to him.  Of course we
were all good looking guys.  I just hoped we didn't lose our looks when we
got older.  If I get fat and hairy when I'm old, like in my 30's, I may
have to go for stomach stapling, plastic surgery, laser hair removal and
all that other stuff.  I think I'll stop aging when I'm 25.  Troy came up
behind us and ran his hand over our ass cheeks.  I felt him insert a finger
into me and wondered if he was doing the same thing to Colin.  If he kept
that up, I was gonna explode pretty quickly.  I moaned and wiggled on his
finger a bit, but groaned in disappointment when he pulled it out and
dropped to his knees to suck `Marvin's' dick.  He kept rubbing my ass and
legs though.  After a bit of playing around like that, we all stopped and
Colin untied `Marvin'.  We thought maybe it was over, but he had other idea
for his friend as he took him over to the side of the room and had him lie
on his back.  He securely attached ankle and wrist cuffs and then chains to
all four limbs.

"Troy, you gotta make sure you treat `Marvin' roughly sometimes as he likes
it and it's good to let him know that just because he's a celebrity and
everyone kisses his ass, that his ass actually belongs to you and you'll do
whatever you want to it." As he talked he pulled on the chains and began
lifting `Marvin's feet into the air and then the rest of his body followed
until he was completely upside down and off the floor.  The chains were
stretched so his arms and legs were as wide as they could go.  "Troy, come
over here.  Time to show you just how much of his ass is yours as his
boyfriend.  Remember, everyone else treats `Marvin' like a celebrity, but
around here, he's just a worthless piece of shit used for our pleasure.
His body is ours to do what we want with and he can't say fuck all about
it," Colin said in a loud voice.  When Tory looked horrified, Colin
whispered.  "Don't worry, he has a safe word if he can't handle something
and trust me, he loves it.  You'll see."  Then he brought his volume back
up so that `Marvin' could hear.  "Take a look at his ass.  See how he loves
the large butt plug in there."  Colin gave it a push and `Marvin' cried out
slightly.  "Just ignore that shit.  He cries like a little girl sometimes."
He grabbed the plug and yanked it out with a large popping sound.  I think
my ass clamped shut at the thought of it coming out so abruptly.  We all
took a look at the large hole that was now `Marvin's' ass.

"The ass can handle a lot, but once you've stretched it out like this when
playing, make sure you give him a day to recover before you fuck him.
First because your cock will just fall out of the large cavity and you
won't feel anything gripping you, and second because it's a sensitive area
and you don't want to damage him.  You'll need him in good condition for a
few years.  But I'll show you a few things you can do with him while his
ass is opened up.  You ever fist anyone?"

"No," Troy replied quietly.  I wasn't sure if he had or not, but something
told me he was about to learn to do it with his boyfriend.  Colin poured a
generous amount of lube into `Marvin's' ass and then thoroughly coated
Troy's hand and wrist.

"Form your fingers like this," Colin explained showing him how to cup them
into almost a point with index finger and pinky touching in front of the
other two fingers and the thumb in the middle of them.  He moved Troy into
position and lowered his hand to `Marvin's' ass.  "You can never be in a
hurry to do this as the inside of an ass is very delicate, and you don't
want to rip it.  It's always best if you have short trimmed nails as well,
which you do.  If they're long, you could catch the wall inside and tear
him open."

With a description like that it wasn't sounding very sexy, but Troy was
listening intently as Colin pushed the tips of his fingers into `Marvin's'
ass.

"You can stop and add more lube if it's not going in smooth enough," he
said as he poured a little more liquid to prove his point.  The two guys
kept going and as the hand went further in `Marvin' grunted slightly.
Colin kicked him gently.  "Shut up bitch.  Now Troy, when you get to your
wrist, it's like when you shove a butt plug in.  The sphincter will stretch
and then clamp around you and pull you inside.  When that happens, just
pause and let your slut get used to you.  Once he does, then begin slowly
turning your hand to feel around inside him.  Check his prostate and the
walls of his ass."

Troy nodded and watched intently as his hand disappeared.  I also was
watching with great interest as I'd never seen someone fisted in this
position before.  `Marvin's face was all red and his long blonde hair was
hanging straight down.  He sure didn't look like a TV star right now.  I
saw Troy's face as his hands was sucked into `Marvin's' ass.  He waited as
instructed and then began to feel around.

"Holy shit, this feels so weird.  His ass is like all wet and slippery and
smooth.  I had no idea it would feel like this."

"Cool, huh?"  Colin grinned.  "When you've had enough exploring you can
pull your hand out and then shove it back in like you're fucking him."  As
he explained it, he got on his knees in front of `Marvin' and pushed his
cock into his mouth to fuck him some more.  He also took hold of his cock
and sucked him off.  `Marvin' was definitely getting worked over.  I
decided to get behind Troy and rim his ass and play with his cock and balls
between his legs.  I think he appreciated it as he moaned and squirmed on
my tongue.  We didn't stay like that for long as Colin took pity on
`Marvin', who was still upside down and getting redder by the minute.  He
stood up and looked at Troy.  "One last thing to experience and your
boyfriend isn't going to like it, but that his problem not yours.  Just
remember, once you play rough, you need to make sure he knows you love him
afterwards and you can just take it easy for a bit."

"I do love him," Troy smiled.

Colin kissed him sweetly.  "Gently and slowly form your hand into a fist in
his ass.  Then when you've done it pull your hand out.  There will be a lot
of pressure and probably some screaming, but go slow and he'll be fine.
`Marvin', be a good little bitch and try not to scare your boyfriend.  I
know it hurts buts act like a man this time and not a baby."

"I don't want to hurt him," Troy said looking a bit apprehensive.

"It only lasts a minute and he'll recover.  You need to let him know who's
in charge.  His body is yours to use however you want and he has nothing to
say about it.  Go ahead and punch his hole."

I think I held my breath as Troy began to pull his fist out in a ball.  As
he came further and further out, `Marvin's' face contorted more and more
and he bit his lip to stop from screaming.  My ass got tighter and tighter
as the hand came out and I could only imagine having a fist inside me like
that.  Then suddenly he fist popped out and `Marvin's ass slammed shut
causing him to yelp.  Troy looked at his hand and then opened his fist
slowly.  Colin rapidly lowered `Marvin' to the ground, untied him and put a
wet cloth over his forehead.  He just lay there for a bit not moving and
Troy lay beside him.

"Are you okay?"  He asked sweetly.  Troy just didn't have the domination
thing in him like Colin had developed with `Marvin'.  I expected Colin to
say something, but instead he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room
and we headed to the main shower.

"Do you think they'll do that often?"  I asked.

"I don't think so.  Troy doesn't look like he enjoyed that as I he hates
hurting people," Colin explained.

"Probably due to all the shit he's been through," I guessed.  Colin and I
made out in the shower as we were both pretty horny.

It wasn't long afterward that I got a text from Blake that the movie was
ending, so I told him I was on my way and to wait outside.  He told me to
take my time as he was making his `big move'.  I immediately thought of
texting him back to tell him to keep his `big move' in his pants, but
didn't.  I ran upstairs to get changed and then had a fun idea.  I got into
my black suit and tie and raced out to the garage for the Maserati.  I
would have taken the Bugatti or Lamborghini, but they only had two seats
which wouldn't work.  I raced to the theatre and pulled up outside.  I got
out and went around to stand by the door like a chauffeur and as I saw them
approach I opened the door and smiled.  "Good evening Mr. Blake, Miss
Melissa."

"Hi Da...umm Good evening Justin," Blake smiled when he caught on.  They
both climbed into the back seat and I ran around to the driver's side.  I
looked in the mirror and he was grinning from ear to ear.  Some of the
people exiting the theatre were looking at the car enviously.

"Where to sir?"  I asked sounding professional.

"Once around the park please and then to Melissa's," he said casually.  I
almost replied, but figured once around the park wouldn't hurt.  That
sounded like a Kyle influence.  He obviously hadn't learned that from me,
unless he was planning to stop and give her a quickie in the woods.  That
could easily be one of my influences.  I drove off occasionally glancing
back at the two of them as they excitedly talked about the movie they had
just watched.  I wondered if he'd made his big move or if that was yet to
come.  So far they were just being two normal twelve year olds being
chauffeur driven around Stanley Park in a Maserati.  I made the long trek
around the park and then headed out to Melissa's place. I pulled up out
front and opened the door for them.  Blake stood there as she thanked him
for the movie and popcorn, and started to head to her door.

I whispered to him. "Walk her to the door, buddy."  He looked up at me with
a smile and then ran after her.  As he got up to her, he took her hand and
they walked to the door together.  That was a slick move.  Turns out it
wasn't the big move though.  That came a few moments later when he kissed
her goodnight.  I had to laugh as they both wiped their mouths as soon as
they finished.  Wouldn't want cooties after all.  She went inside and he
came running back with a huge smile on his face.  I put my hand on his
shoulder and gave him a squeeze and opened the car door.  He jumped in.

"That was the best night ever!" He said as I got into the car.  "We can go
home now please, Justin," he said as if I were still his driver. "I have
the wickedest boner ever."

"That's an overshare!" I laughed.  He gets that from me, not Kyle.  He told
me all about the movie and how they had shared a popcorn and even held hand
a couple of times.  He was so excited and it was really cute to see him
like this.  I mean he was used to being naked around boys and thought of
sex with a guy about as normal as playing Wii, but with his girlfriend it
was new and thrilling, and obviously made him nervous and excited at the
same time.  We got home and he ran around telling everyone about his date.

"I've gotta go jerk off and take care of my thing.  Anyone wanna join me?"
He said causing Troy and `Marvin' to almost choke on their drinks.  We all
declined.  "Suit yourselves, but I'm getting pretty good at it.  We could
race."

Yep, when he gets to a teenage party somewhere, he's gonna be the
instigator of the circle jerk and cum cracker.  Last one to cum on the
cracker has to eat it. We all said goodnight to him as he raced upstairs to
take care of his `problem'.

"Next stop, second base," Kyle laughed.  "The over the shirt boob feel, or
perhaps under the shirt boob feel.  Then he'll be showing her his big cock
and wanting to get it into her.  Have you made sure he has a ton of
condoms?  Last thing he needs is to be a 12 year old Daddy."

"He has a whole box of them," Colin smiled "and he knows how to use them.
We've had the talk and he knows to talk to us when he thinks they are ready
for sex, which I hope is a few years yet."

"A few years?"  Kyle laughed.  "The boy is upstairs pounding his meat
thinking about her.  I'd be surprised if he doesn't make the move on the
next date.  We should get him some salt peter to keep his `peter' down.  Or
just have him and Cory make out more.  Or bring Ben over again and keep him
busy with his big brother."

"So your advice to keep him from having sex with his girlfriend is to have
him have more sex with his friends?"

"Yep.  Good huh?  It's like they do at the Hershey chocolate factory.  They
allow all their employees to eat as much chocolate as they want.
Eventually no one wants chocolate anymore as they get sick of it," Kyle
reasoned.

"So by giving Blake sex with everyone, eventually he won't want it?"  I
smiled.  "How's that working out for you and your two boyfriends and the
strays you bring home?"

"Okay, bad example, but you get the idea.  Keep him drained and he'll keep
it in his pants around the girlfriend until she's ready.  The only time a
guy gets crazy agitated horny is when he's not getting any.  If Blake is
getting it regularly, he'll not be as intense about making out with
Melissa."

"Sounds logical.  Maybe we should just all put a schedule up and rotate his
friends through," I joked.

"I'll get to work on it," Kyle said.

"Joking weirdo.  We're not making sex dates for Blake.  We just have to
keep him busy with other things."

"Good luck with that.  You've let the genie out of the bottle.  No way to
shove it back in there now."

"I think you mean he let the cum out of the penis," Troy giggled.
"Speaking of which, come on `Marvin' it's time for you to eat my ass before
bed."

"My boyfriend, the romantic," `Marvin' smiled as they said goodnight and
headed to bed.

Kyle slept with Colin and I, and we had a lot of fun together, before
finally falling asleep with me in the middle this time.  I woke up with
Kyle gently fucking me and kissing my neck.  I think he was actually sleep
fucking as he didn't say anything, and I had to pull his cock out once he
came, as he seemed not to notice that he was done.  That's a talent not
even I have mastered yet.  Sleep fucking.  He wins for being the horniest
housemate.

Monday morning we all smiled as Blake bounced down to breakfast with his
leather jacket on and helmet in hand.  He was going to school on the
motorcycle and couldn't be happier.  His curly mop of hair was brushed and
he was dressed all in black with a silver chain around his neck.  He looked
like a real biker.  Okay, he looked like a super cute blond biker.  He just
needed the scraggy facial hair and this could be an episode of Sons of
Anarchy.  We had to take pictures of him getting on the bike and wrapping
his arms around Kyle to head off to school.  The two `brothers' on an
adventure.  Knowing how I am, I thought I'd be jealous of the relationship
Blake was forming with Kyle, but I was actually thrilled.  Kyle would never
hurt Blake and he was someone that Blake could go to if he didn't want to
talk to his Dad's.  Every boy needs that older role model.

I spent a boring day at school but lunch was good especially since Dickson
was there looking all delicious.  Nate was being unusually sexy today and
in my mind I figured he was doing it for me.  Turns out he was crushing on
Linda.  He told me later he had asked her out and she had agreed.

"I'm so gonna tap that," he smiled.

"Well if you end up with blue balls just call and you can tap me," I
offered giving him a big cheesy grin.

"That probably going to be the best part of having a gay friend.  They're
always willing to lend a buddy a hand," he replied.

"Or a mouth or an ass," I added.  He pushed my shoulder slightly and
grinned back.  I almost hoped for his girl would turn him down on a regular
basis.  Damian was acting all weird in class and kept staring at me.  It
was kinda freaking me out.  I wondered if he was now back to being
infatuated with me again and wanting to hook up.  I wasn't sure it would be
a good idea in case he fell in love again, but if he could handle it, I'd
be happy to take him to bed for a few hours, as long as he wasn't drunk
this time and could remember my name.  Kyle and I spoke after school and
he'd told me how Blake played up being the cool guy arriving at school on
the bike.  He said that they had fist bumped and slapped shoulders like
`dudes' before Blake disappeared into a throng of kids all crowding around
him.

"I think he's becoming one of the cool kids," Kyle smiled.  "He seems to
have an entourage."

"That's a good thing.  Nothing worse than being an outsider in school.
Makes life tough."

"As long as he doesn't act like a cool kid and look down on outsiders,"
Kyle said.  "That may be your next lesson for him.  I think the kids seem
him as a rich boy, and if he starts to act like it and it goes to his head,
he could become a snob."

"I don't think Blake is like that, but good advice.  I'll watch for it next
time I drop him off."

I headed home and saw a couple police cars across the street as I entered
the main gates.  I wondered what was going on over there, but it didn't
seem serious as there wasn't any police tape or chalk lines around
anything.  I found that I was the first to arrive home and had the whole
place to myself.  I could eat anything I wanted or run around naked.  Wait,
I do that even with a full house.  So what's the excitement of being home
alone?  I just had a massive house to myself, so maybe I should call
someone over for an afternoon quickie before dinner.  I was just trying to
figure out who to call when the gate buzzed and it was the police, so I let
them in and met the car at the door.

The two police officers came up to the door and I invited them in.  "Do you
have information about the kids?  Jason isn't home right now, but I can
call him."

"Kids?"  The officer asked.

"Yeah the missing twins and their older brother.  Jason's sons," I said
looking at each of them and quickly realizing that they had no idea what I
was talking about.

"We're not sure about that, sir.  We are looking for Justin Chad Masters."

"That's me," I said wondering why they were being so formal.  The only
person that used my middle name was my Mom when she was mad at me.  I hoped
the cops weren't mad at me.

"Do you have some identification, sir?"

I pulled out my wallet and handed them my driving license.

"Thank you.  Mr. Masters, you're under arrest for sexual assault.  Please
turn around and put your hands behind your back.  You have the right to
remain silent and the right to an attorney.  If you choose to speak,
anything you say can be used against you in a court of law.  Do you
understand these rights as I have explained them?"

"What? Yes?  Who did I assault?"  I asked stunned.  I was expecting news of
the kids and instead I was being arrested.

"That will be explained down at the station.  Do you have anything in your
pockets that we should be aware of? Drugs, weapons?"  He asked.

"No." I replied, deciding it would be in bad humour to tell them the only
weapon was between my legs, especially considering what they were arresting
me for.  "Can I call my husband to let him know what's happening?"

"You'll be able to make a call down at the station."

"ADAM, record house and send live feed to Colin's phone," I yelled into the
air quickly.  The house responded with the ding.  I hoped it would catch
enough so Colin could see what was happening.  I was a little freaked out.

They handcuffed me and put me in the back seat of the car.  It was
seriously uncomfortable.  They had a glass partition across the front seat
and there wasn't much leg room at all.  Plus I had my hands behind my back
and being handcuffed meant I was almost sitting on them.  The cop radioed
something and they took me to the police station and drove into a garage
where I was helped out of the car into a waiting room, and told to sit down
on a bench.  There were several other guys there too.  Some were pretty
cute, while others looked like escaped serial killers or homeless people
who smelled like they hadn't had a bath in months.  After about 15 minutes
I was called up and they processed some paperwork.  I was made to empty my
pockets and take off my belt and shoes and put them in a bag.  That's
really stupid.  Without my belt my pants were constantly slipping, and when
they put the handcuffs back on me I had to hold my pants at the back to
prevent them falling down.  At that point they asked if I would like my
phone call and it felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off my
shoulders.  I immediately dialled Colin and it rang and rang finally going
to voicemail.  I almost wanted to cry as I needed to talk to him and have
him come get me.

"Colin, I've been arrested.  I'm at the police station, please come get
me."  I almost didn't want to hang up in case that was the last contact I'd
have with him before I was sent to Guantanamo or whatever the evil Canadian
equivalent is... the Senate Chamber in Ottawa?  I know it seems stupid but
that's just how I felt.  I looked at the officer. "It went to voicemail,
can I have my phone to get the number for my lawyer?"

"No, but we'll give you a phone book to look it up," he said as he handed
me the yellow pages.  I didn't even know they still made these.  I looked
up lawyers and found Sam's office number.  The secretary answered and I
told her who I was and what was happening.  She immediately transferred me
to Sam's phone.

"Sam.  It's Justin Masters.  I've been arrested for sexual assault, but
they won't tell me anything else.  I need help."

"I'll be there as fast as I can Justin.  I'm finishing up with another
client.  Just keep quiet until I get there."

"Okay, but please hurry."

"I'm across town Justin, so it'll probably be an hour, but I can't stress
this enough Justin.  Whatever they say, answer with, `I exercise my right
to remain silent.'  Don't answer yes or no to anything.  Always answer with
`I exercise my right to remain silent.'"

"Okay.  Thanks Sam.  I called Colin but all I got was his voicemail."

"I'll reach him for you and let him know what is going on.  Just stay calm
Justin and remember, not a word."  I felt a little better knowing the
cavalry was on his way.

I was moved out of the waiting room to a second area and told to sit back
down.  I wasn't sure if I was scared, horrified or excited at this point as
they called one guy up at a time and he had to strip.  They had him lift
his nuts and turnaround and show his ass.  When the first guy did it, I
expected the cop to put on the rubber glove and give him the old anal
probe, but all they did after that was check his clothes and make him get
dressed again.  I was kinda disappointed at the whole thing, especially on
the cuter guys.  A nice finger up the old pooper would have made this seem
less scary and more like home.  Then it was my turn.  The handcuffs were
removed for which I was thankful and I stripped.  I felt really exposed
standing there naked in front of everyone, which seemed silly considering I
was the first to get naked in almost any situation, but this was like I was
on display and being judged.  I half expected the judges to hold up a hot
or not card once I was done showing off my assets.  I lifted my testicles
when told and tried to fluff my dick to make it look bigger in front of all
the guys.  After all it's my reputation on the line.  I spread my cheeks
and bent over when told and then got dressed as they handed my clothes
back.  From there I was fingerprinted and taken to a jail cell.  It wasn't
a nice room at all.  It had a metal bench and wasn't even as big as our
panic room at home.  Once the solid metal door with the tiny window closed
behind me I wanted to cry, but held it together as there were 4 other guys
in there with me.  All looked about my age, some with tattoos and one who
looked as scared as I felt.  I sat next to him as he looked the least
dangerous and was kinda the cutest.  No one was talking to anyone else, so
I just kept quiet too in case that was the protocol.  The weirdest part was
the toilet was out in the open and one guy was sitting on the bench near it
so he could see everything.  If you had to whip out your dick and take a
leak, not only would he have an unobstructed view, he'd probably get
splashed from the spray.  I think he actually licked his lips each time a
guy went to pee.  I was kinda freaking out.  I also wondered who else was
watching me pee as there was a camera in the room too.  The grossest part
is if someone had to take a shit, they would have to do it in front of all
of us.  That is the one thing that I think is super personal, not to
mention stinks up the whole room.  Fortunately no one had to do that for
which I was thankful.  I wanted to go home.  This wasn't fun at all.

A short while later an officer came and got me and took me to a little room
with a table against the wall and asked me to sit.  She was really
pleasant.

"Justin.  May I call you Justin?"  I was about to say sure, but I
remembered what Sam had told me, so I just nodded and kept quiet.

"We're just going to have a talk and let's see if we can't get you home and
put this all behind you.  Sorry to have to bring you in so abruptly," she
said making me feel a lot better.  "Nothing would please me more than
getting the hell out of here. "The charges against you are sexual assault
on a Damian Bolland.  Do you know him?"

The shock of hearing his name hit me like a ton of bricks.  No wonder he
was looking at me weird today.  I didn't even know his last name, but
assumed it had to be him.  I don't know any other Damian's.  I was just
about to answer, as you would in normal conversation, but Sam's words kept
bouncing around my now basically empty head.

"I exercise my right to remain silent," I said trying to be brave, but not
sure if she could hear me over my knees knocking or my voice cracking like
I was going through puberty again.

"It's okay. I'm not asking you any details, Justin.  I'm just making sure
that you know the person accusing you of this crime.  If you don't know him
then perhaps this is all a mistake."  She then showed me a picture of him
and my heart sank.  It was the Damian that I knew.

"I exercise my right to remain silent," I repeated feeling like I wanted to
throw up about now.  She looked at the window and I wondered if this was
like TV where a half dozen cops were on the other side watching and feeding
her questions through an earpiece, all the while scheming and plotting what
to do with me to make sure I went to jail for 25 years.  I was probably on
my street's most wanted list.  I figured she was good cop and at any moment
bad cop would come in and terrorize me.  I don't think I could handle that.
I'd probably cry and look really stupid.  He'd slam his fists on the
counter and throw a lit cigarette at me or drill it into my arm after
turning on a huge spotlight to blind me.  I needed Colin.

"If you won't talk to help us help you clear this up, we have no choice but
to return you to the holding cell.  We can keep you for up to 24 hours,
Justin, or we can let you go in just a few minutes if you cooperate.  We
have no reason to keep you overnight, and we'd hate to do that, but we have
to be able to get things cleared up.  You don't want to go back to the cell
do you?"

I didn't.  I really didn't.  This room was much nicer and she was a lot
less scary on the surface than the guys in the cell, but something deep
inside me said she was more scary on the inside, so I just swallowed hard,
fought back tears and repeated that I was exercising my right to remain
silent.  She left the room for a couple minutes leaving me alone and I just
sat there trying to be brave.  When she returned, I was escorted back to
the cell and put back in.  There were now six guys in there.  I found a
place to sit and tried not to stare at anyone.  I wondered if my only
source of entertainment was to watch guys pee.  Maybe I was going to turn
into the guy by the toilet.  If I spend a long time in here, I might be the
one licking my lips when someone pulled out their cock.  I wondered where
you showered.  Maybe it was like those prison movies where they strip you
and hit you with a fire hose, flattening you up against the wall, like in
Rambo or something.  I like showering with a ton of guys, but it has to be
warm water.  Cold sucks.  I couldn't even lay down as the benches were
rapidly filling up and it was cold in there.  I was shivering.  Maybe it
was nerves, or perhaps the cold metal and concrete walls.  A couple of guys
would get up every now and then and walk around.  Each time they did, my
panic level jumped a hundred notches as I figured it was like musical
benches.  When they stopped walking, if they were in front of you, you had
to give up your seat to them and only the strong survive.  I'm not that
strong.  I was ready to crap my pants as it was and there was no way I was
going to shit in front of everyone.  Not in my pants and not in the toilet
with lip licker right next to me watching everything.  This is a nightmare.
A super cute gay guy in jail with a bunch of straight serial killers.  In
my mind jail was always way more fun than this.  Locked up with a bunch of
other horny guys who can't get laid and the only outlet is their hands or
each other.  Sex all the time, showers together.  Seemed almost romantic in
my mind.  In actual fact, it was fucking scary.  I was almost counting down
the time until Sam arrived and got me out.  Each minute seemed like an hour
and it felt like I been in there a week before they finally came and got me
again.  I almost ran out of the room.  This time I was taken to a slightly
larger room and as soon as I saw Sam, I almost wanted to run up and hug
him, I was so overjoyed.

"Are you alright, Justin?"  He asked as I sat down next to him.  I fought
back tears but he could see it in my eyes.  I shook my head no.  "Don't
worry, we'll get you out of here quickly."

I was again asked questions, but this time, Sam answered most of them for
me, and wanted to know what evidence they had and details.  The story was
close but not completely true.  They said I had given an underage guy
alcohol to get him drunk and then took him home and raped him.  I was
shocked on two fronts.  One is that Damian was in the club which meant he
should have been at least 19.  Turns out he was only 18.  Second is that I
never raped him at all, he gave it up willingly, although he was drunk.
They claimed I fucked him so many times that he needed stitches in his ass
the following day and it affected him so much that he is failing school.
They also said I attacked him in the hallway at the university and then
tried to pay him off to forget it.  Each time I went to respond, Sam just
put his hand on mine to remind me to be quiet.  This was such bullshit.
Okay, I bought him drinks, but I thought he was old enough.  Yes, I took
him home and fucked him at least four times, but he went willingly.  It
wasn't like I forced him or anything, and yes I gave him 300 bucks, but
that was to fix his phone that I knocked out of his hand when I ran into
him.  Not to make anything go away.  As each thing went through my head, I
realized how bad this looked and that I was probably going to jail for
life.  Sam did his job and said that if they had nothing else, we were
leaving.  I was ready to go, but they weren't done with me yet.

"We understand that your client has classes in University with Mr. Bolland.
We would have to insist on a no contact order before we can release him."

"We agree," Sam said without consulting with me.  The way the conversation
was going now was weird.  It was almost as if I wasn't required while they
sorted out my life with each other.  The police officers left and I was
about to speak, but Sam just put his hand on mine and shook his head.  I
closed my mouth and wondered if I would ever be allowed to talk again.
This was so surreal.  I felt like I was in every cop crime drama I had ever
seen.  I was still waiting for bad cop to arrive and shake me down.  Then
my mind went back to Colin and his "You can't handle the truth" rant when
we were playing games.  I could just imagine that now and it made me smile
just a little.

`Did you get that boy drunk and get his ass red?'

`Do you want the truth?'  I would ask.

`I think I'm entitled,' the cop would say.

Then I would have the classic line `you can't handle the truth.'  I think
my mind had wandered away from reality for a bit as I saw myself as Jack
Nicholson, but then as the rest of the movie played out in my head I became
unhappy again when I remembered he went to jail anyway.  I almost cried
again.  I don't want to go back to jail.  I'm too pretty.  I would be the
prison yard bitch and ironically be raped every day as people took my ass
and used it as their own play toy.  Guys like Ox, Spike, Bubba and
Jedidiah.  Jedidiah was a 300 pound bald black man covered in tattoos, with
a 12 inch dick and arms as big as my legs, who would own me and crack my
legs open every time he needed a fuck. Then he'd brand me with his personal
logo so others would know he owned me.  I've seen OZ, I know how this works
with cute blonde boys.  The cop returned and I was told to sign the
paperwork and read the conditions.  I had to report somewhere in the
morning and was out on my own recognisance until the trial.  There was a no
contact order attached where I had to remain 100 metres away from Damian at
all times.  It meant I could go to class as long as I sat at the far side
away from him.

"I'll meet you out front, Justin.  They just have to process you out."

I nodded.  Still not saying anything.  As Sam left I wanted to go with him,
but I was taken back to the front desk area where my stuff was given back
to me and I was allowed out.  The first face I saw when I exited the back
area was Colin followed by Jason and Alex.  I ran up and hugged Colin and
felt tears run down my face for the first time since this all began.  My
emotions got the best of me, but in his arms I felt safe and protected.
"Are you okay, baby?"  He asked as he held me tight.

"I am now, but I don't want to go back there," I replied hoping that it was
okay to talk now and looked at Sam, almost for permission.

"You did great in there Justin, but we have a lot of work to do.  Come to
my office in the morning and I'll go over things with you."

"Thanks Sam.  I couldn't have done this without you."

"That's what I'm here for.  Don't worry, everything will be alright."

We parted company and Colin held my hand as we got to the car and he drove
home.  Once I was inside, it all hit me hard and I ran to the bathroom to
throw up.  Colin followed and just stroked my back.  Once I was done and
rinsed my mouth out, I wanted to go to bed and ignore everyone else.  We
went up together and talked for a couple of hours.  Actually I talked and
talked and talked.  I think it was a release from all the not being able to
talk while in the big house.  I was now a criminal.  The lowest of the low.
I would have to get a butch tattoo and learn how to make a shank out of a
plastic fork and dental floss if I was to survive.  People would look at me
in the street and point.  Little kids would run away and hide behind their
parents as I came down the street with a black SUV following my every move
with members of CSIS or worse, the American CIA.

"Justin, it'll be alright.  Sam will take care of it.  You couldn't know he
was under 19.  He was in a nightclub and he came home with you.  You even
said he told you he loved you."

"Yeah, but he was pissed off big time when I didn't call him back."

"So this is revenge.  Sam will prove that and this will go away."

"Yeah, except it'll be on my record.  Even accusations bring you down in
the real world."

"Only if they become public.  So far there is nothing out there, and we'll
keep it that way."  We cuddled in bed and strangely I didn't feel like
having sex at all.  I just wanted to be held and maybe have him watch me
use the bathroom so I could get used to it in case I had to go back to
prison for a hundred years.  In the morning I felt better, almost as if it
had been a bad dream.  Unfortunately the dream flooded back to reality when
I Colin and I went to Sam's office.

Colin spoke up first.  "All they have is some guy trying to take revenge
against Justin for not calling him back.  This is such bullshit."

"I tend to agree, unfortunately I have been able to find out that they have
retrieved the video footage of Damian and Justin in the club that shows
Justin buying him drinks.  That one will be hard to squash."

"He was in the club.  Only those 19 years of age or older are allowed in."

"True and we'll play on that.  Unfortunately, you're a part owner in the
club and if they can prove that, it might seem like you let him in so you
could take advantage of him.  That could lead to a raid of the entire club
and a scrutiny of everyone."

"There's no paperwork that he owns the club.  The money was given to Jason
and we're only silent partners.  How do they know it's Justin?  It could
have been Jason or J.P."  Colin said almost defiantly.

I almost said `Yeah!', but exercised my right to remain silent.

"That would be worse.  Jason is the actual owner and even if charges are
dropped against Justin, they could go directly after Jason for serving
alcohol to a minor and saying that it was him on the video and not Justin."

"I wouldn't let that happen.  It was me all the way through.  The kid
drank, got drunk, came home with me, had sex and went home.  He was a one
night stand and then got bent out of shape because I never fell in love
with him or called him back."

"True, but if you say that, we'll lose this case.  You keep quiet.  You
never have to testify or talk.  That's my job.  What was this about you
paying him off to be quiet?"

"More bullshit.  I was trying to be nice since he was so pissed at me.  I
ran into him in the hallway, knocked his phone out of his hands and the
screen broke.  He was upset, so I offered to replace it and gave him 300
dollars.  It had nothing to do with sex."

"Were there any witnesses?"

"Yeah, Nate was there," I said remembering that he had seen the whole
thing.

"Good, we'll use that and subpoena the school surveillance.  That will
discredit his story on one aspect.  Then we'll get the surveillance at the
club to see if he used a fake I.D. to gain entry, or if he was allowed in
underage.  That's a start.  If we can prove those two things, then the
actual assault may be brought into suspicion as well and the charges
dropped.  Do you know if he was injured as a result of the anal
intercourse?"

"I don't think so.  He seemed fine, but he did say he was a virgin."

"So, it's possible that they'll present evidence that his anus was ripped
and showed penetration.  That may be the only issue we have to deal with.
We'll have to prove it was consensual and not rape."

"Use the video from the old house," Colin offered.  "That might help prove
it."

"Is there footage of the actual sex?"  Sam asked.

"No, just of him arriving in the house and leaving.  The old house only had
surveillance on the front door and he was never in our new house.  Even
there, the only time the cameras record in the house is when we aren't
home, or if we ask it to monitor specific areas, but the perimeter cameras
are always on."

"Good, because that would be a whole new charge.  You can't tape someone in
a sexual act without their permission.  I recommend you go home and make
sure that any footage with nudity from either house is destroyed.  Do you
record video when the boys are running around naked?"

"It might have some as they run in and out of the house, but inside it just
monitors them in the pool, it doesn't record."

"Make sure that footage is erased.  I realize that it isn't sexual in
anyway, but it could be misconstrued if the police get a warrant for the
video, especially if we present any as part of our defence.  They might try
to establish a pattern of bringing guys home and subpoena the video from
your current house.  Recordings of those under 18 in the nude could be seen
as child pornography and would be a lot more serious, for everyone living
there.  It could also result in Blake being removed and put back in foster
care."

My whole body went cold and all I wanted to do was to go and yank out all
the video immediately.  I'd rather our house be robbed and emptied than
lose Blake.  I held Colin's hand tight. This was spiralling out of control.

"Today, you need to go over to the Department of Corrections and check in.
You'll probably need to report to them each week until this is resolved."

"Why?"  I asked.

"They do it to keep track of you.  It's not a problem.  You just go, sign
in and they ask you if you've had any police contact and if you know your
next court date.  You don't need to worry about any of that as I'll let you
know if I need you in court.  Most of the dates you won't be required.
It'll only be the actual trial where you're needed, or for sentencing if we
plead guilty, which I can't see happening.  Hang in there Justin.
Everything will be okay."

We thanked him and Colin drove me to the Corrections place.  I had to give
my name and see a case worker who got all my information and told me that I
was to report each week by 4pm.  She wasn't very nice, but not rude or
anything, just official as if it were routine, which I suppose it was.  We
left and Colin asked if I wanted something to eat, but all I wanted to do
was get home and destroy all video footage of everything.  We drove home
making sure to obey all the traffic laws.  The last thing I wanted to do
was get pulled over and have the cops rough me up because I was a known
criminal now.  I know how this goes.  They haul you out of the car and
search you to publicly humiliate you as people go by wondering what you've
done.  Back at the house Colin had ADAM do a full security erase of
everything from this house and reset the recording parameters to just
record the front gate and front door.  He said when this was all over we
would have it reprogrammed to only record when the house was empty and
locked up, but for now we would simply say it just monitored the house and
never recorded.  We both felt safer and found the recording from old house
and watched the footage of Damian and me coming home that night.  It showed
us arriving but since that was the only camera, there was nothing else to
see, but it looked pretty consensual to me as he was holding my hand and
smiling.  It didn't look like he was drunk at all, even though I know he
was.  Thank god it didn't show the actual sex act as I do remember that he
was half asleep and then didn't remember it in the morning.  At least not
until I fucked him again as a reminder.  He hadn't even known my name when
he woke up.  When he left he was also smiling and clearly looked happy.  I
felt a bit better at seeing it.  We copied the footage and saved it to a
jump drive.  We watched the rest of the day in high speed to make sure
nothing was incriminating, and it only showed us coming and going from the
house.  I suppose it was a good thing that it was the old house with only
limited video, unlike this house with Big Brother type video surveillance.

We then raced to the club to look at the video footage of that night and it
was pretty clear Damian was sitting and drinking as I bought him round
after round.  I could definitely be guilty of getting him drunk, but then
if they looked at all the other guys in the club, Damian wasn't the only
one.  They would have had to arrest more than half the patrons.  We checked
the records at the front door for when Damian arrived. The video feed was
synchronized with the software that was used to record Identification.
Everyone presented I.D. to get in and it was swiped through the computer.
I breathed a massive sigh of relief when I saw his I.D come up as Dillon
Bolland age 20.  I assumed it was his brother.

"I think you can relax Justin," Colin said as he hugged me.  "This is
clearly a case of revenge now.  The only outstanding thing is if he did
indeed have stitches in his ass after being fucked, but if the rest was
bullshit, I'm sure that will be too."

"I hope so.  Wouldn't it still be assault if I hurt him while fucking his
virgin ass?"  I asked feeling a little better but not completely convinced
that I wasn't going to be sporting this years striped pyjamas in front of
locked up sex starved serial killers.

"Just put your confidence in Sam.  He'll get the truth in court," Colin
said as he hugged me.  We went for something to eat, but I really wasn't
hungry and when we got back home, I just wanted to go to bed.  I even slept
in my underwear as I really didn't feel sexy tonight.  I doubted I'd ever
want sex again.  In the morning I wasn't feeling much better and dreading
heading to school.  The whole house, except for Blake, knew what was
happening and they all had the same distain for Damian that I had.  Kyle
and I went to school together as I wasn't in the mood to drive myself.  I
nervously went to class and when I saw Damian at a distance I stayed back
until he entered the room, and I took a seat as far away as possible.  When
Nate arrived and saw me up at the back, he joined me.  "What's with sitting
way back here?  Are we going for a fast getaway after class?"  He grinned.

"I'll explain later," I said.  He would have to know at some point as he
might be needed as a witness to why I paid Damian the money.  I had trouble
concentrating on the professor as I kept staring at Damian hoping that
perhaps my penetrating stares would kill him where he sat.  If there was
ever a time for a heat vision superpower, now was it.  I could laser burn a
small hole right through his head.  As soon as the bell rang, I grabbed my
stuff quickly, almost startling Nate as I leapt up and headed out like the
Flash.  He ran after me.

"Are we in a hurry?  Gotta pee that bad or something?"

"Or something," I said stopping for a second.

"Justin!"  Yelled a voice behind me.  I turned and saw Damian coming
towards me and I immediately went to head off the other direction.  He
yelled again and I ignored him.

"I think Damian wants you," Nate said helpfully.

"I know.  Wants me to go to jail for 20 years," I said bluntly as I kept
going.  Damian caught up with us and I stopped.

"What Damian?  What the fuck do you want?  I have a restraining order to
stay away from you, as if you didn't know.  So fuck off, before I charge
you with harassment."

"I just wanted to tell you that if you want to make this go away, just pay
me 25 thousand dollars for damages and suffering and I'll drop it."

"You're kidding?  This is about extortion?"

"No, it's about the fact that you got me drunk and then raped me against my
will.  I would have had sex with you when I was ready, but you attacked me.
I think $25,000 would be fair to help me heal from the trauma."

"Like I said, Damian, fuck off.  I'll take my chances in court.  Now stay
away from me." I snapped as I turned to walk away.

"Think about it Justin.  I'm sure I could find a ton of guys as witnesses
that say you do the same thing, or make it all go away tomorrow," he said
as I left.  My head was spinning.

"What was that all about?"  Nate asked looking thoroughly confused.

"He charged me with sexual assault and then said I tried to pay him off
when I gave him money which was for his phone."

"That's such bullshit.  I was there for that.  I'll go tell the court what
a douchebag he is if you want," he said quickly, his face turning to anger
as he stared after Damian.  "Now he wants a payoff.  Give me 10 grand and
I'll make him and your problem go away."

I laughed.  "My buddy the hit man.  I'll be fine.  I have an amazing
lawyer."

"Well if you need anything, just say the word I'm all in dude.  No way that
shithead is going to blackmail you on my watch.  You're an awesome guy.
I'll testify that he tried to blackmail you too."

"Thanks."  I made a note to myself to tell Sam about Damian running after
me.  Maybe we could use that in court to my advantage."

"You wanna come over after class and hang out?  Sounds like you need a beer
or two."

"Thanks.  That might actually be a good idea, but I'm not really in the
mood to hang out naked if that's okay."

"No problem.  It's not mandatory," he laughed.

I wandered around in a bit of a fog all day, not looking at guys at all and
just focusing on my classes.  All I could think of was the threat from
Damian that there were lots of other guys that could charge me as well.
What if that were true?  What if he rallied all of the guys I'd ever stuck
my dick in and they all tried to send me to jail, or worse, sue me.  Maybe
I should divorce Colin to protect him and live on our island as a hermit.
I could grow a long beard and chest hair (eventually) and live off the
land, or the rations that the guys could bring me each week.  Blake could
visit with his family when he got older and we'd talk about how much he'd
changed and the good old days.  This sucked.  My whole life ruined because
I can't keep my pecker in my pants and one guy upset because I didn't fall
in love with him after a one night stand.  I'm going to focus on Colin and
Blake from now on.  All other guys are off my list forever.

As I wandered down the hall I ran right smack into a guy who looked lost.
"Shit! Sorry dude. I wasn't paying attention."  I apologized.

"No problem.  Nothing broken.  Y'all are cute, so I forgive you dahlin'!"
He said sounding like the most feminine southern boy I've ever heard.  "I
wasn't paying no attention mahself so it's partially mah fault.  Maybe we
should kiss each other better and put it behind us."

I laughed.  He was so out there that I couldn't help but be fascinated with
him.  "I was looking for Room 17C and I'm just a dizzy lil blond today and
can't seem to locate it."

"Well the least I can do is show you.  My apology for running into you," I
replied. "Follow me.  I'm Justin by the way."

"Tripp," he replied.

"Was that my action or your name?"  I laughed glad to be having a temporary
reprieve from my doom and gloom day.

"You're funny and you look familiar," he smiled with perfect white teeth
which complimented his tan and blond hair.

"Yeah I have one of those faces.  I usually think the same thing each time
I look in the mirror."

He laughed.  "Glad we ran into each other.  I need some new friends.  Just
moved here from Arkansas and don't really know anyone yet.  I just love how
friendly y'all are here.  I feel like a princess in a castle with so many
cute princes to choose from."

"Nice to meet you Princess Tripp.  Welcome to Vancouver.  If you're looking
for your Prince I know a few that would want to fall under your spell."

He smiled as we walked towards the room he was looking for.  As we passed
the guys bathroom he turned and said he had to take a piss.  I was about to
tell him where his room was from here, but he grabbed my hand and took me
into the bathroom with him.  He pushed me into a stall and dropped to his
knees in front of me.  "My turn to apologize," he said as he undid my belt
and popped the buckle on my pants, dropping them to my knees almost before
I knew what was happening.  His mouth covered my crotch and blew warm air
over my dick which had still not been interested in sex but was woken up
suddenly by the attention.  When I didn't complain, he yanked my underwear
down and took my cock into his mouth.  Once I was hard, he stood up dropped
his pants and turned around to thrust his ass at me.  He took hold of my
cock and backed onto it.  He put my hands on his hips and I fucked him.  Or
more accurately, he fucked back and forth on me until I blew my load.  I
barely knew I was finished before he pulled my cock out, turned around,
dropped to his knees and cleaned me up with his mouth.  He was one hot
little fuck.

"Thanks y'all.  I hope we can run into each other again tomorrow.  Maybe
hang out sometime.  I like meeting new people."

"I can see that.  If you meet all new people like this, you're gonna be
popular," I grinned as he stood up and we got ourselves presentable.  I
thought about going down on him, but he seemed happy to put his cock away
and finish what we were doing.

"Awww, you're so sweet.  I'll clutch my pearls and dream of you all day,"
he said as he opened the door and we went to the sink to wash up.  I showed
him to his room and he almost giggled as he swatted my ass and literally
bounced into the room.  Maybe I'll call him Tigger.  He had certainly
helped get me out of my fog temporarily, but now that our unexpected
rendezvous was over, I got back to reality, where I had promised to only
have sex with Colin and focus exclusively on him.

I spent an hour after school with Nate.  He could see that I was still not
myself so he stay dressed, which was unusual for him, but made it much more
comfortable for me.  Since he was a straight boy I wasn't really in the
mood to even think of anything sexual and find myself in even more trouble.
Some part of me had died with the whole Damian fiasco.  I was gonna need
one of those zapper things they use on people whose hearts have stopped by
the time this was all over.  It would probably be the only way to revive
me.  I took a cab home and flopped on the couch next to Kyle and Jordan who
were watching a movie.

"Feeling better?"  Kyle asked.

"Not really, but I feel safe with you guys around," I admitted.

"It's all good.  We can get tons of witnesses to squash Damian like a bug.
Everyone we know will come to your defense."

"So all the guys I've had sex with will rush to court to say what an
upstanding and great guy I am?  Shit, I'm getting the electric chair."  I
groaned.

"You can always hope the judge is gay and likes blond triplets," Jordan
said helpfully which just caused Kyle to wrestle around with him beside me
as they joked around.

Blake skipped in later and sat down hard on my lap facing me to tell me
about his day.  "My girlfriend said she had fun at the movies and we are
gonna go out again.  Oh, and you have to come hiking with the Scouts next
weekend.  Cory and me said you and Jason would go as chaper-clones.

"You did huh?  Where are we hiking?"

"Along a trail, duh!  It's an 8km overnight hike and we'll probably see
Moose, Elk and Bears and things like that so hopefully you aren't scared of
them."

"I think I'll be fine.  When are we leaving?"

"Saturday morning 9am.  I told them you guys would drive too if that's
okay."

"Sure, might be fun to go away for the weekend.  Have you told Uncle Jason
yet?"

"No, I will as soon as he gets home if Cory hasn't called him already."

"Should we invite Colin and Alex too?  Or maybe Kyle and Troy?"

"You wanna go Kyle?"  Blake asked looking over at him.

"Sure, sounds like a plan little man.  You'll have to show me what I need
to pack though," Kyle said looking over at him.

"No problem.  I'm an expert camper."

Jason came home an hour later with Alex and they called me up to their
bedroom.  "So we wanted you to be the first to know.  They found the kids,"
he said in a serious voice.  My whole body went cold fearing the worst.

"Are they okay?"

"Yeah although the police said they needed food and a shower.  Other than
that they're alright."

"Where did they find them?"

"Charlottetown in Prince Edward Island.  All I got from the cops was that
it looked like a drug deal gone wrong.  He took the boys to force Julie to
pay her debt and apparently roughed her up in the process.  He didn't mean
to kill her but somehow the blow to the head caused internal bleeding.
When he heard she'd died, he took off with the kids."

"Holy shit!  What's gonna happen now?"

"We haven't got that far yet.  We're flying out to P.E.I.  Monday to see if
we can petition the court to bring the boys home.  Something tells me
they're gonna need some help."

"I'll go with you," I offered.

"Thanks but you can't leave the province can you?"

"Shit!  Right.  Fuckin' Damian.  Well I'll be there in spirit.  Will you
bring the boys straight back here if they let you have them?"

"That's the plan.  Hopefully everyone can handle more kids running around
until we can buy the new house."

"I don't think that'll be a problem, especially for Blake.  He's probably
gonna be thrilled to have three little brothers.  Is this gonna be okay for
your marriage?  I mean you were gonna get a divorce just a short while ago
and then you decided you needed some together time.  Now you're adding
three kids to your instant family."

"We'll be fine, but we definitely need to move out and be a family
together.  Of course we'll need babysitters," he said winking and nodding
his head at me knowingly.

"Anytime, bro."

We went back downstairs just as Blake and Colin were arriving home.  We all
smiled at the two of them as Blake was dressed in a suit and tie just like
Colin.  He even had the look of a worn out businessman, or is that
businessboy.  The tie was partially pulled down for that relaxed look and
his jacket was open.  "Where have you two been? A wedding?"  I asked
grinning.

"No silly.  I went to work with Dad.  It was a P.D. day at school.  I'm a
junior executive now."

"You are huh?  What junior executive decisions did you make?"

"Lots.  I picked the color of the wallpaper for the lobby in our new
building and some of the furniture, and I got to decide where to go for
lunch.  I also worked with the accountants and entered some numbers in the
computer.  Did you know we're really super rich, Dad?"

"Yes, I did know that, but it's not something we talk about, okay.  Life
isn't about money.  It's about the kind of person you are," I said trying
to be philosophical.

Blake laughed and slapped me on the back.  "You're funny Dad!  The more
money we have, the more power we have to make people do what we want.  Poor
people suck balls."

Colin looked at me almost in horror. "He didn't learn that from me, I
swear."

He wasn't exactly accurate either.  Rich people suck balls too...and cocks.

"No, I learned it from Brandon at work.  He said that the more money you
have, the more stuff you can buy and people will like you more.  Poor
people just have to stay home and be boring."

I got down to Blake's level.  "I want you to know that that is completely
wrong.  Money doesn't buy you happiness or love, son."  Although in my
mind, I was thinking, it could certainly rent you some love for a few
hours.  "What matters is how you treat people.  You help everyone around
you and are always smiling right?"

"Right," he said blinking at me with his incredible eyes.

"Well never lose that.  Poor or rich, no one can take that away from you.
Just look at Troy.  He had nothing and used to live on the street and sleep
under a bridge, and he was still a nice outgoing person that everyone
liked."

"Cool, he used to live under a bridge.  That's awesome!!  Can we go there
sometime?"

"You're missing the point, buddy.  He didn't have money and was still the
Troy that you like.  Never let money change who you are.  Your Dad has a
lot of money, but he doesn't let it change him.  It's nice to have money so
we don't have to starve or worry about where to live, but it should never
change how we treat others."

"I'd never do that Dad."

"Good to hear, buddy.  Now go get ready for dinner," I said swatting him on
the ass lightly.  As he ran off, I stood up and threw my arms around Colin
and hugged him tight.  I felt really good in his arms, like the world
couldn't get me if I just stayed attached to him.  We kissed and hugged for
a while until we finally had to break apart and go upstairs.  Colin
undressed down to his underwear as I sat on the bed and watched.  He came
over and straddled me and ran his fingers through my hair before pushing me
onto my back and lying on top.  I wrapped my arms around him and just held
on.

"So how was your day?"  He asked.  I told him about my encounter with
Damian and mentioned that Nate had seen it all.  He was surprised but
almost excited at the development.  I left out the part about making
friends with Tripp.

"If you can get him to say that again while being recorded, this shit
should go away, as it'll prove what he's all about.  Maybe we can charge
him afterwards with extortion."

"If this shit goes away, I'm never having sex with anyone again, except
you.  I'm gonna keep my dick in my pants from now on."

Colin laughed.  "You sound like a drunk guy who wakes up with a hangover
and says he's never drinking again, ever.  Then he gets to the bar to party
and gets drunk again.  I can almost promise that as soon as you see a hot
cute guy, your dick will be out and he'll be bent over somewhere."

"Nuh uh!  I'm really done with it for ever.  I'm just gonna be the best
husband I can be," I said honestly believing that.  I wonder if I'm gonna
get a disc like they do in Alcoholics Anonymous.  `Hi my name is Justin and
I've been sex free for 13 minutes...Hi Justin', the cute young guy in the
front row will say with the piercing blue eyes and I'll have to start all
over earning my next disk.

"Justin, baby.  I know that right now it feels like you've been punched in
the gut and the world is a dark place, but once this is behind you, you'll
be fine.  I love flirty outgoing Justin who drools over every hot guy he
sees.  I get a kick out of seeing who you're going to bring home next, and
hell I almost can't wait for it.  It's not like I don't join in.  Never
change who you are because of one stupid fuck.  Once people realize we have
money, they always want to find a way to take it from us.  I've been sued
so many times, I can't even keep track of it.  Hell, right now, I think
legal is dealing with something like 25 lawsuits all trying to get money
the easy way.  Damian is exactly the same."

"I guess, but it still sucks.  Maybe if I just stayed away from horny guys
then this wouldn't happen."

"First off, if you stay away from horny guys, you'll never be talking to
another guy again over the age of 10, and second, it doesn't matter what
you do or don't do, people will still try to take advantage of you for
money.  Look at the other Justin... Bieber.  He had that girl say he got
her pregnant just to try and get money from him, and then that kid who said
Justin assaulted him while playing laser tag.  Those were all clear cases
of people wanting their 15 minutes of fame and money. The only thing you're
gonna have to learn to do is toughen up babe.  Once J.P.'s TV show takes
off and the Triple J's become famous, you're gonna be a target and you
gotta be ready to handle it.  This is probably a good test."

"But I did some of the things that Damian is accusing me of.  I did get him
drunk, bring him home and fuck his virgin ass."

"Yeah, but not against his will and you certainly didn't do it deliberately
knowing he was under the legal drinking age."

"It's so stupid.  I can fuck someone at 16, but not take their nude picture
until their 18, and can't give them alcohol until they're 19.  Who makes up
these fucking rules?  You almost need a law degree to go out and party.
Just to be safe, I'm only having sex with you from now on," I said,
repeating myself.

"If you insist," he grinned and lay on top of me to kiss.  Blake came in
and lay on the bed beside us dressed in his jeans and a t-shirt.

"Are you two gonna be long?  Are you gonna have sex or are we having
dinner?"  He said getting right up close and looking right at us.  Colin
grinned as he kissed me and then quickly grabbed Blake.

"No we're practicing to give you a raspberry tummy," He yanked Blake's
shirt up and dropped his mouth to his belly to give him the required fart
sound.  Blake shrieked and giggled as he tried to get away.  I joined in
and the three of us rolled around on the bed for a while attacking each
other.  It somehow morphed into a pillow fight and we had to be careful not
to hit Blake so hard that it sent him flying across the room.  I hit Colin
as hard as I could, and got back what I gave, but we both slowed it down
for Blake, who was giving us no such courtesy in return.  Then when we
tired of that, Blake jumped on Colin's back for a ride downstairs to the
kitchen.

"Dude, watch where you're kicking," Colin said casually as Blake's foot
kept kicking him in the nuts.  Being just in his underwear, they were an
easy target.

"Then go faster," Blake giggled.  "That's how you make a horse go fast."

"I don't think you kick him in the nuts," Colin corrected laughing as he
sped up and ran Blake around the great room before dumping him on a kitchen
chair.  Troy was making dinner with `Marvin' and we were having stew, or
stew-like substance.  I set the table while Colin ran back upstairs to put
clothes on.  Too bad, I like him in just his underwear.  During the meal,
Troy said that he and `Marvin' were going to California next week for a few
days.

"I'm going to check out what it would be like to live there in case I
decide to move," Troy said as we talked.  I felt like I'd been punched in
the gut some more.  I want Troy to have an amazing life and `Marvin' is a
great guy, but I sure don't want him moving away.  I guess this is how
parents feel when their kids finally leave home.  I always thought they
hugged you goodbye with tears in their eyes and as soon as the front door
closed, they partied till dawn, finally free of their kids.  I wouldn't
feel much like partying when anyone moved away.  I liked Kyle, Troy, Jason,
Alex and Blake living here.  It made the house alive and fun.  Not to
mention hot and sexy when everyone brought someone home to play with;
Jordan, Aaron, Kurt, Patrick, J.P., Ryan, `Marvin', and the list goes on.
I tried not to react to Troy's announcement, but my face must have given it
away.  "Don't worry, I'm not moving anytime soon.  I gotta finish school
first and then decide.  We're just gonna have a few days away."

"You know you can't drink until you're 21, and they all have guns, and no
health care, and are still homophobic, and you can't get married," I said
trying to think up reasons why he shouldn't move.

"We can get married now," `Marvin' said "They abolished prop 8, so now it's
legal."

"Yeah, but don't try to honeymoon in Texas or Florida.  You'd scare those
people and they have a stand your ground law which means they can shoot you
if they feel threatened."

`Marvin' laughed.  "It's not that bad.  I don't agree with some of the law,
but the right to defend yourself if threatened is important."

"Agreed, but not killing someone just because they scare you.  If someone
breaks into your house and threatens you or your family, damn straight,
take whatever means is required to protect yourself.  But when some black
kid walking down the street wearing a hoodie can be gunned down just
because the white guy thinks he's a threat, that's bullshit."

"People think twice if they figure they might get shot by doing something
wrong," `Marvin' fired back.

"No they don't.  They just arm themselves heavier than the person they
think they're going up against.  If someone breaks in here, they might be
armed with a knife.  I can whack them with a bat."

"Or a frying pan," Blake said helpfully holding up a big pan.

"In the States, I'd have to have a gun to protect myself against an
intruder.  Then he'd just bring a bigger faster gun in case I had a gun.
It's a no win scenario."

"It's a hell of a deterrent," `Marvin' replied.

"I'll agree to disagree, because it's one of those types of arguments that
will just go in circles.  America will never change and I hope Canada never
does either.  We each live where we're the most comfortable...end of story.
Personally I'll choose our low violent crime rate over America's any day."

"Can we agree that both countries have pros and cons and not get into it,"
Colin said suddenly.  "Blake, you can put down the frying pan, now."  We
laughed as we looked at Blake staring intently at all of us.  Those big
eyes of his were gonna be the death of me.  He looked so innocent and cute.
I hoped it would be like that his whole life.  I felt like hitting myself
for being so stupid.  I keep forgetting that Colin is an American from
California and he grew up just fine.  Even `Marvin' wasn't a gun toting
fanatic.  Those people were a small fraction of the lunatic fringe causing
the most noise in America.  Kinda like the French fanatics in Quebec.  Most
Quebecers didn't want to leave Canada, but the politicians scared them into
believing their way of life was in jeopardy if they didn't embrace French
exclusively, when in fact it was the opposite.  Businesses were moving out,
or not setting up in Quebec because of their restrictive laws, so the
people in Quebec had no choice but to move to where the jobs were, leaving
the fanatics behind to scream their case louder.  Allow equality for
everyone and embrace French like the rest of the country and make it
something you are proud of instead of something to scare people with. Like
guns in America.  Embrace your culture, don't scare others who aren't into
it.  Wow, where did all that come from?  I must be having an emotional
soapbox kind of day.  Next I'll be picking on straight guys.  `The only way
to stop a straight guy with a boner is a gay guy with a mouth.'  That could
be my new saying.  How good would the world be, if gay guys and straight
boys just accepted each other openly and dress fabulously and manscape
properly?  Each time a straight boy was horny and couldn't find a girl,
he'd turn to his gay friend and ask for a blowjob or a quick fuck.
Everyone would be happy and satisfied all the time.  I will build an empire
like that.  Justinopolis was back on the drawing board.

"Justin!  Hey dude, where did you go?"  Troy said snapping his fingers.
"You zoned out for a bit."

"Sorry, just thinking of stuff," I replied snapping back to the group.  Our
conversation turned to Jason's kids and the upcoming trip to P.E.I.

"How old are they, again?"  Blake asked

"The twins are 3 and the older boy is 7," Jason explained.

"Are they gonna live here with us?"  Blake asked.  "I could share my toys
if you want, and they could live in my room."

"They will be here for a while if everything goes well, but then we're
gonna move to a new house just a couple blocks from here."

"Why?  I like this house," Blake complained.

"No, you're staying here with your Dads.  Just Uncle Alex, me and the boys
would move."

"What about Cory?  Will he still get to stay over here when he visits?"
Blake said as he stopped eating.

"Of course, and you can always come over to our house too," Alex replied
quickly.

"Can't you just keep living here?  We have enough room, don't we Dad?"  He
asked looking at Colin.

"We do, but Jason and Alex want to have their own place with their own
family.  Just like we have this place with you."

"This sucks the big one," Blake said bluntly.  "If everyone is leaving,
then this place is not gonna be as much fun.  I vote that everyone just
stays here," he said putting up his hand.

"Me too," I said putting my hand up.

"Me three," Colin said smiling as he grabbed my other hand and raised his
opposite one.

"Me four," Kyle voted.

"Me five," Jordan said shrugging and raising his hand.

Blake laughed.  "You can't vote Jordan, `cause you don't live here."

"Okay, I'll move in and then vote," He smiled as he looked at Kyle with a
smirk.  I could see them living together someday with a group of other cute
boys.  Kinda like a frat house with benefits.

We were all joking around, but the sentiment was clear.  We all wanted them
to stay, including Troy and `Marvin' who ironically voted for the guys to
stay when they were planning to leave themselves.  Deep in our heart, we
knew it was the right thing for Jason and Alex to do, but for selfish
reasons, I really didn't want them to go.  Jason was my other half.  A
different half to Colin, but my other half nonetheless.  I had two extra
halves.  We finished dinner and Colin and I hung out with Blake, helping
him with homework and playing some video games.  The others went about
doing their own things and I realized what life might be like with just the
three of us.  Blake was right, it was way more fun with lots of people in
the house.  I mean I love quiet time like this with just us, but if this
was gonna be how the house looked once everyone moved out, it was going to
have an echo being so empty.  I stuck close to Colin and while I was next
to him, none of my other problems seemed to matter.

The next day, it all came flooding back when I was in school and heard
Damian run up behind me again.  This time I was ready.  I hit the record
button on my iPhone as I did my best to ignore him.

"Justin, you think any more about my offer?"

"What offer, Damian?"  I said sounding annoyed.

"Seriously?  I thought you'd jump at the chance to make all this go away.
I half expected you to show up with the 25 grand in cash today."

"You misunderstood my reaction yesterday.  I have no intention of paying
you anything, Damian.  I'll take my chance in court."

"Suit yourself, buy I am pretty sure I can find a whole bunch of guys to
testify against you and maybe press their own charges, even if I have to
have them make shit up."

"Like you did?"

He laughed.  "Whatever dude.  You're fucking loaded.  You wouldn't miss
that much money and it would pay my entire tuition.  I have to work two
jobs just to pay for all this and you skate along with your fancy cars and
billionaire boyfriend, not taking anything seriously and throwing people
away like used Kleenex."

"Wow, jealous much?  I'm sorry I never called you.  It was just a one night
stand and if I'd known it would affect you so much I'd never have picked
you up."

"Guess you're gonna pay for it now, huh?  See you in court, Justin.  Then
when I win, I'm gonna sue you civilly for mental damages.  I'm thinking a
million dollars."

"I'm thinking that if you had a million dollars worth of brains you
wouldn't be trying to make up false accusations, but if you knew better
you'd do better."

"Hope you enjoy getting raped in jail, Justin.  It'll serve you right," he
said in one last shot at me before taking off.  I wondered if I would like
getting raped in jail.  If the guys were cute maybe it'd be okay, but from
what I'd seen so far, the guys weren't exactly my type.  I wondered if I'll
get conjugal visits with Colin.  I hear they allow it but you're watched on
the security cameras.  That would make it hot...I think.  I felt a bit
freaked out and decided to race to Colin's work and let him hear the
recording.  The secretary let me go straight in to see him and he was
surprised and excited to see me.

"Is this a booty call, honey?"  He asked with a giant smile.

"Maybe!  But you gotta hear this first."  I said as I played him the
recording.

"Holy shit, he's admitting to extortion.  We gotta get this over to Sam and
see if we can get the charges dropped with it."

We almost ran out of the office and down the street to Sam's offices.  We
had to wait 15 minutes to see him, and the whole time I think I was
twitching with excitement.  He greeted us warmly and took us into his
office.  I could clearly see where the money we were paying him was going.
His office was incredible.  We let him listen to the recording and waited
for his response.  It certainly wasn't what I expected.

"It's damaging, for sure, but we may not be able to use it in court. Did
anyone hear him actually say this so it can be verified?"  Sam asked.  I
felt like someone had taken the air out of me.

"No, it was just him and me.  Nate was there yesterday when he initially
said it," I said thinking back.

"Would he testify to that?"

"I'm sure he would."

"Then we can use this to our advantage.  If I can make a copy, I'll send it
over to the prosecution and them know we have a witness.  I'll also send
the information we have about the fake identification and try for the
charges to be dropped."

"Do you think it'll work?"  Colin asked.

"Like I said.  It's damaging, but it's just a small part of the overall
charges.  The most serious accusations are that you gave him alcohol
underage and then raped him.  Those won't go away as easily.  Even if we
can prove that he used fake I.D. to get in, there may be a case he can file
against the Slam'r for negligence, and that would go against the owners.
Then he alleged that you took advantage of him in his drunken state to have
sex.  This is the one that would be the hardest to prove.  It'll be your
word against his and if there was any anal damage, whether created by you
or self-inflicted, it would carry the sexual assault charge."

I felt sick.  I thought we could just show he was an asshole and this would
all go away.  "So what do we do?"  I asked.

"We keep fighting until I let you know otherwise.  We've only just begun
Justin.  Don't change who you are, but maybe reduce the one night stands
with drunk guys for now.  It's possible that he is watching for you to slip
up."

"No worries there.  I'm going to be totally monogamous."

I think both Sam and Colin looked at each other and grinned.  It was as if
they didn't believe me.  How rude.  "Just a question for you in case it
come up again, but would you be willing to settle out of court with Damian
if I think it's in your best interest?"

"We will," Colin said quickly.  "Whatever it takes."

"Don't get your hopes up.  This isn't American TV.  Once a charge is filed
against you, only the crown can drop it.  Damian can't say he's not willing
to press charges since he's already filed the accusation.  All that can
happen is he would change his testimony and give conflicting information
that would make the crown less likely to pursue prosecution."

"So what if I go and offer him the money and tell him to change his story?
Can I make it go away?"

"Don't do that!"  Sam said quickly.  "If we go down that road, we will do
it as a settlement out of court, officially."

"God, I just want this to be over."

"I know, but it's just got started.  Have patience and we'll get through
it.  Best thing I can advise is to keep people around you in University as
witnesses in case Damian approaches you again and record the dates and
times he approaches you so we can pull video footage when the time is
right."

"Okay, thanks Sam.  Sorry to put you through all this."

"That's my job, Justin.  You'll be alright.  Just stay calm and go about
your life as normal."

"Are any of your clients hit men that I could hire?"  I asked as we stood
up to shake hands.

"I'll pretend you never asked that," he smiled as he walked us out.

As we got back to Colin's office he turned and hugged me tight.  "You'll be
alright baby, I promise."

I broke down a little a melted into him as I felt tears roll down my
cheeks.  "I really fucked up our life didn't I?  Just because I couldn't
keep it in my pants."

"Nah, not at all.  And to be honest, you barely wear pants," he joked as he
held me tighter.  If I could just stay like this I'd be okay.  Maybe we
could buy a remote island out of Canadian jurisdiction and start our own
country.  He decided to leave work early and we went home together.  I
found myself sticking close to him for the rest of the night and wasn't
talkative at all.  I was so sure that my recording would have made this all
go away and then to be told it wasn't over.  I felt like I was on a
rollercoaster without one of those restraining devices.

I did my best to ignore Damian all week and made sure I had someone around
me the whole time.  I stuck to our group closely and Kyle walked me to and
from places when he could, as did Nate. One of the highlights of my week
was when Tripp saw me at the lunch table with my friends and joined us.  He
flirted with the girls, called Dickson the cutest hot buttered biscuit he'd
ever seen, and told Nate if he tried it, he'd like it.  He reached over and
adjusted Linda boobs as he said she was looking lopsided.  She thanked him
and Nate's mouth fell open in shock.  If a straight boy did that, he'd be
getting slapped or charged with sexual assault.  I know how that feels.
With so many people hanging around me, I felt like I had my own personal
bodyguards, and then wondered if maybe I should hire one.  He would have to
be hot and buff though and have people jealous of me for having such a hot
guy around me all the time. Maybe I could have him wear a black suit and
glasses and talk into his sleeve a lot.  Friday night the house was a
flurry of activity as we all packed for the overnight hiking trip on
Saturday with Blake and his Scout troop.  Their motto was "Be Prepared" and
that meant I'd normally pack lube, Kleenex, blindfold, handcuffs and
vibrating dildo, but this time I just packed the regular camping stuff.
Jason had gone over to pick up Cory as he was spending the night at our
house, and we all went shopping for the right food to put in the backpacks.
I was going to be butch outdoor man and I flashed back to the trips that
Alex and I used to take before I became a sex criminal.  Strangely those
flashbacks had him and me naked having sex, so I flashed back further to
when we were pre-teens and camped in our back yard.  Even then I remember
it being all about you show me mine and I'll you you yours... No, I said
that right!  I guess I've been a pervert my whole life, although at 12 I
think I was more of a pre-vert.  I grabbed some chocolate bars and chips.
I mean if I'm going to give up sex, I have to have something to replace it
with, and I hear when you give up an addiction, you take up binge eating.
You should try chocolate dipped ripple chips.  Almost as good as sex.
Mmmmm...sex!  Drool!

"Dad, you can't take a whole backpack full of junk food," Blake said
looking up at me.  "We have to buy food that we can carry too.  You have
tons of tins.  They're heavy."  He handed me some dried food and then
ziplock bags that he said we could empty the cans of food into so it was
lighter, and then squish down to fit in the backs."

"You're a little genius huh?"  I smiled as I thought that was a great idea.
Why doesn't anyone think of this stuff?

"I keep telling you that, duh!"  He said as he skipped off with Kyle and
Cory to get drink crystals.  I should maybe try crystal, but I doubt you
could get it at Safeway.  I hear the type you buy on the street makes your
dick go limp, so maybe I'll look into it.  It'll be medical crack.  Mmmm, I
like crack... a nicely showered shaved and smooth crack with a pink hole.

We filled up our shopping cart with all sorts of food.  I think we were
hungry as the cart had about a hundred times more things than we'd need for
an overnight hike.  Colin had selected steaks and chicken, which Blake gave
him shit for as he said we couldn't carry those and handed him a pack of
hot dogs.

"Here Dad, these are better for camp.  We need marshmallows, chocolate and
graham crackers for s'mores.  Be right back."  He ran off to get them and I
looked at Colin.

"So what do you think, honey?  Are hot dogs better than steaks and
chicken?"  I asked with a smirk.

"When you're 12 they are," he grinned.

I looked at Alex.  "S'mores.  Amazing how the one thing that just keeps
going generation after generation is s'mores," I said as I put my arm
around him.

"Natch!  Chocolate and marshmallows.  The perfect camp food.  High in sugar
and yumminess," he agreed.

"Yumminess?"  I chuckled.

"You think we have enough food?"  Kyle asked.  "Are we planning on living
in the woods forever or just overnight?"

"We don't want to starve," I told him.  "Always better to take extra in
case we get stuck in a cave or fall down a ravine."

"Maybe we could put it all in a motorized cart or something so we can get
it all to camp," he suggested.

"Yeah, like a golf cart," Colin offered.

"It's a hiking trip.  I think we're supposed to walk it all in, otherwise
it's just camp," Alex grinned.  Before we left we had to get a second cart
and almost had that full before we made it to the checkout.  I wondered if
they would mind if we ate some of it before we paid for it.  I was killer
hungry.

Once we got home Blake & Cory set about making the menus and putting the
food aside for each meal as we sat at the kitchen counter watching them.
After all, they were the Boy Scouts and it was their trip.  I would fill my
own pack with extra junk food once they went to bed.  I figure for an
overnighter, I just need a change of socks, some underwear and maybe a
shirt and pants.  I had to laugh at Colin as he packed.  He had hair gel,
his razor, three shirts and two pairs of pants, and a couple of jackets and
a pair of extra shoes.

"Dude, that shit is gonna weigh 200 lbs.  Just take the basics," I said
showing him my pack, which I was pretty proud of.  Having camped a lot with
Alex, I really was good at it, but since this was Blake's big trip, I
pretended not to know anything so he could teach us what he knew.  Colin
followed my lead and packed what I did.  We were looking pretty streamlined
by the time we were finished and dropped our stuff downstairs.  Blake
looked like he had as much as we did and we offered to carry some of his
stuff, but he said that he had to do it on his own.  He and Cory played
around for the rest of the night and ran off to bed without even being
told.

The rest of us retired early and I was actually exhausted, albeit somewhat
horny.  I lay there as Colin inserted himself into me and rode me like
Skytrain at rush hour.  He packed himself in and banged up against me
nonstop until it was time to exit, completely exhausted.  I happily fell
into a deep sleep for the night as we cuddled.  I dreamt of super cute and
sexy, horny zombies chasing me insisting that I must have sex with them,
but only after I killed one straight boy for each sex session.  By the time
I woke up I was seriously looking forward to meeting a zombie one day.

I headed down to breakfast after Colin and I showered together.  Blake &
Cory were both in their Scout uniforms, and Blake was sitting at the table
with his backpack on.  I didn't ask and just sat down to have something to
eat.  Kyle stumbled down still half asleep and half naked looking as if
he'd been up all night.  Jordan and Aaron were right behind him, looking
just as tired.

"Where's Colin?"  Kyle asked his voice a little croaky.  It's what we in
the gay world call cum throat.  Well, that's what I call it.

"He was just getting dressed when I left him."  I hit the intercom and
asked him what he was doing.

"Just ironing my shirt for the trip," he replied.  I laughed.  If there was
one things about Colin he was always dressed perfectly.

"It's a camping trip dude.  You're allowed to have wrinkled shirts."

"Okay, straight boy.  I'll throw on something from the hamper and come down
spitting."

"I'd pay to see that," Alex said as he and Jason strolled down the back
stairs to the kitchen.  We had a quick breakfast joined eventually by an
impeccably dressed Colin in his hiking boots.  He looked like a cross
between an outdoor man from the GQ catalogue, and an Abercrombie model.
Good thing I was married to him or I'd figure he was too hot for me.  We
loaded the SUV's and headed to the school parking lot to meet all the other
Scouts and leaders.  There was about 30 of us in total and as the Troop
leader had all the scouts get in their horseshoe to talk to them, the
adults stood aside to talk to each other.  Most were older than us as they
were the Dad's, but one guy was an older brother.  He wasn't my type as he
was pretty muscular, built kinda like a football player.  He said he used
to be in this Scout Troop when he was a kid and promised his little brother
he'd go on the hike.  We introduced ourselves and prepared to head to the
trail head.  We loaded up the vehicles, got a map to the camp, which Cory
had upside down until Alex showed him how to read it.  I didn't even know
they still made maps.  It took about an hour to get to the parking area
where the trail began.  The Scouts jumped into action like a precision
invasion force.  Packs were hauled out. They helped each other put them on
and fastened them correctly, pulling on all the straps and hip belt to make
them fit properly.  I was looking around for Starbucks.  The boys were
ready to go and the senior Scouts took the lead.  It was a great trail
through the woods and along the edge of a cliff at times, and then finally
down to the lake.  We stopped a few times to have trail snacks, water and
rest.  It seemed the adults did more resting than the boys.  Colin held my
hand a few times as we walked along slowly toward the back of the pack.  It
was nice being outdoors with him like this.  Alex snuck up behind us and
whispered in our ears.

"Get a room, you two!"

"We have a room.  It's a nylon room and we're carrying it on our backs. If
you see a sock hanging on the tent flap, just come back later," I retorted
as I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Why, you gonna be doing laundry?"

We made small talk the whole way there and both Blake and Cory stuck with
the Scouts, almost pretending not to know us.

At one point along the trail I almost emptied myself into my pants as we
rounded a corner and saw a giant Moose just a few feet ahead.  The boys all
froze and the Scout leader immediately took charge and told the boys not to
move and be quiet.  He didn't have to tell me not to move as I was frozen
in place.  The things head was larger than my whole body.  It was directly
on the trail and as we saw it, it saw us.  It looked at all of us like we
were snack food, but must have decided we weren't worth the effort as it
turned and slowly walked off into the bushes.  The boys all began talking
at once and snapping pictures of it as it left.

"That was so scary," one young Scout said.  "I thought he was going to eat
us."

"Moose are herbivores, boys.  Does anyone know what that means?"

"They only eat herbs!" One boy said as he put up his hand.

"Close.  They only eat plants and not meat.  You would be considered meat,
so he wouldn't eat you.  However, like any animal, if you startle it, it
would defend itself and something that size could easily injure or kill
you, so when you see it, stand still.  They're just as scared of you as you
are of them."

"I doubt that," said another Scout causing a few others to laugh.

"Scouter Jim, shouldn't we leave before the rest of the herd comes
through?"  One of the patrol leaders asked.

"We'll keep moving, but Moose don't move in herds.  They are pretty much
lonely travelers."

You could see the adrenaline in the boys as they were a lot more animated
and excited.  I smiled as I saw Cory pull back a bit and get closer to
Jason.  He wasn't so obvious as to look scared, but he also wasn't bouncing
ahead naively unaware of any danger.  He was strategically placing himself
within reach of his big brother.  Blake was still bouncing ahead naively,
until he realized Cory wasn't right beside him and then held back.  Not so
much to be with us as to be around his best friend.

We arrived at the campsite in early afternoon and the boys went about
setting up their tents and getting the area ready.  I'm telling you, the
Canadian military doesn't move with such speed and precision.  Both guys in
our military were probably Boy Scouts though.  Once the camp was set up,
the boys lined up for the inspection by the leaders.  I hope our tent
wasn't going to be inspected.  It looked like a bomb had gone off in it.
Colin, Kyle and I were in one tent, while Alex and Jason were in a tent by
themselves.  I figured we would just relax now, but I was wrong.  The
Scouts had decided to work on their Sailor merit badge or Lost at Sea badge
or something as they began building a raft to use in the lake.  They were
pulling dead branches from all over the forest and it looked like they had
enough wood to build a small city. Twine and ropes began appearing and they
set about lashing and tying things together.  They even put a mast up and a
few of the boys took off their shirts to use as a sail.  It seemed a bit
cold to be running around shirtless, but it never seems to bother younger
guys.  Another team of boys was building a sauna and using plastic to cover
it over.  This was more something I could enjoy.  A nice warm sauna, and
I'd built a few of these in my time with Alex.  Once they were ready, they
launched the raft, and it floated, at least until they added too many boys
and it took on water.  They decided to add more logs to it and then strip
to underwear so they wouldn't get all their clothes wet.  I was cold just
watching them.  A few of the fathers were making the same comments.  Once
the sauna was ready we were invited to have a look.  They had used a
portable stove in the centre and a small frying pan.  The idea was to heat
up the pan and pour water on it to create the steam to heat the sauna.  The
leader explained that they used to heat rocks over a fire and then carry
the rocks in, but with 21st century camping, this was more environmentally
friendly.  The stove certainly made the inside of the sauna a lot warmer
and I'd learned that the last time I'd made one with Alex.  The boys had
done a good job on sealing it up.  I was impressed.  It could hold about 6
people and the first ones, who were the older boys, stripped and went
inside.  After about 10 minutes, the first Scout ran out and dove into the
ice cold lake.  Fool!  Nothing like seeing a full moon disappear into the
lake.  He swam back, got out of the water shivering, and raced back to the
sauna.  The other boys did the same thing and nothing was said about the
couple of boys sporting semi erections.  At that age, they get erections if
someone sneezes.  At my age, I get erections like that too, so who could
blame a Scout.  They dried off after their plunge into the ice water and
then invited the adults to go in next.  Some of the fathers undressed and
went in to see what it was all about.  I held back as I was sure that as
horny as I was, it wouldn't be a good idea to sit in a little room with a
few naked men in close proximity.  There'd be an erection you could hang
things on and they might all get the wrong idea.  The men came out and
splashed in the water.  Some of the younger guys had already taken their
clothes off and were waiting.  Most didn't seem shy at all about being
nude, but the odd one was holding back nervously.  I remember those days.
You got a boner and didn't want anyone to know as you were embarrassed.  No
one told us that it happened to all boys, so you figured there was
something wrong with you, especially when so many others were running
around without one.  Blake and Cory were on the raft in their underwear and
having a great time paddling out to sea.  They weren't allowed to go out
too far as they didn't have life jackets and the diligent leaders were
standing a close watch in case anything went wrong.  After a few hours of
water fun, everyone was dried off, dressed and preparing supper.  Colin and
I cooked our hot dogs for the guys, while Blake and Cory hung out with
their patrol members.  After supper, it was getting dark, so it was a game
of capture the flag next.  Adults were invited to play and half took the
Scouts up on the offer.

I loved watching Colin hiding behind trees and crawling on the ground.  It
was nice to see him getting dirty for once.  So much for his nice pressed
shirt and clean clothes.  We got captured a couple of times, once by Blake,
the little traitor.  He said we had to stay in prison until someone let us
out.  Seems like this was a prelude to the rest of my life.  Colin put his
arm around me as we sat in the makeshift prison, consisting of nothing more
than a rope perimeter.  "It's okay, baby, this prison is easy to escape
from," he said noticing that I'd gone quiet.

"It's not that," I said.  "It's that my cellmate isn't trying to have sex
with me," I pouted looking up at him and batting my eyelashes.  He put his
arms around me and I repositioned myself so that I was sitting between his
legs with my back against his chest and his arms holding me.  If this was
what prison would be like, I'd be okay as long as Colin could go with me.
Another couple Scouts were brought to prison and dropped off.  They sat
down and looked at us.

"Are you Blake's Dad's?"  One of them asked

"Yep."  I answered.

"So, are you like gay or something?"

"Would it matter?"  I asked.

"No to me, but my Dad says it's wrong for two guys to be with each other,"
he said casually.

I was about to grab my soap box, but Colin held me tight and said, "That's
the thing about free speech.  Everyone is entitled to their opinion, no
matter how stupid it is."

The Scout just smiled.  "Yeah, I just ignore him.  I figure some of the
Scouts are gay and they're my friends, so it's no big deal.  My Dad is old
so he doesn't know about stuff like I do.  How come you guys aren't as old
as my Dad?"

"Long story, but I'm glad to hear you have an open mind," Colin said.

"Yeah, my mind is always open.  My Mom says I have verbal diarrhea."

"Gross, said the other `prisoner'."  They both laughed and we began
plotting our escape.  The only way out of prison is if one of your own team
mates came and undid the rope around the prison area, signifying a breach
in the wall.  But we were guarded by one of their team who was patrolling
carefully.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the older Scouts on
our team, slithering along the ground covered in branches.  This kid could
be part of Delta Force.  I nudged Colin and he looked over, as did the
other two boys with us.  The Scout in the grass shook his head as if to
tell us to ignore him.  I suppose with all of us staring at his location,
it was kinda giving him away, so we looked elsewhere and began our
planning.  One Scout threw a rock into the woods away from our rescuer to
attract his attention which worked as he went to see what the noise was.
Our rescue was imminent.  I whispered to Colin to remember this technique
in case I needed it someday soon.  He got up beside the rope and just as he
was about done, two members of the other team arrived with another prisoner
and caught him in the act.  He was imprisoned with us.  Our cell was
getting full.  The boys talked as if we weren't there and said they would
be playing cards in their tent later.

"What game?"  Asked the Delta Force commando.

"Poker," replied the older boy next to him.

"I didn't bring any money.  We should play for food or something," he
suggested.

"We're playing for clothes," the other replied.

"I'm not walking home naked," one of them complained.

"It's just for the night.  You get them back in the morning."

"Oh, then that's okay.  I'm not shy, but I have no intention of losing so
bring it on.  We should get some of the younger guys.  We could beat them
easily."

"Yeah, we could make them run around camp naked if they want to keep
playing."

"Big deal.  Everyone's been running around naked all day."

"Yeah but in the dark, we could shine flashlights on them when they least
expect it and everyone could watch."  The boys laughed and then talked
about where they thought the flag was so when they escaped, they could go
get it.  I began planning my own game of strip poker with Colin and the
guys.  Except the loser wouldn't have to run around naked, he'd have to
give us blow jobs or lie down for a good pounding.  It's the difference
between straight strip poker and gay strip poker.  Our rescuers came
rushing in like the Cavalry.  Four of them attacked at once, taking our
prison guard hostage and untying our rope barrier.  We raced out of there
fast, although I would have been happy sitting in Colin's arms against the
tree for the rest of the night.  Our team found the flag and the game was
over.  The boys had an hour of free time before the evening campfire.  The
adults hung around getting things ready and talking, while the boys
disappeared to do their own thing.  I of course was curious about the strip
poker and kept watching for one boy to come screaming out of a tent like a
white naked ghost.  I got up to take a piss and deliberately walked past
the tent where the most noise was coming from.

"You lose," said one boy.  "Time for the pants dude.  One more and you'll
be running naked."

"Dream on.  I'm just letting you win.  Plus you're all just jealous `cause
you wanna see my big dick."

"Yeah, that's it.  We wanna see your hairy nutsack."

The boys howled with laughter as they teased the boy about wanting to see
hairy nutsacks.  He tried in vain to convince them he was being sarcastic,
but it only made it worse.  "You know who's got a big dick for a small kid
is Blake," one of them said.

"You were checking out guys dicks?"  Another said.

"So were all of you.  It's only natural.  We all do it, just some of us are
more secure in ourselves than others to be able to admit it.  "That kid has
a dick bigger than most of us."

"Maybe he's gay like his Dad's.  My sister says gay guys have bigger dicks
than other guys because they need them to be able to have sex."

"What difference does that make?"  Asked another voice.

"Think about it stupid.  Gay guys put their dicks in each other's bums, so
they have to be longer to fit.  That's how you know who is gay and who is
straight."

"By the size of their penis?"  One asked unsure.

"Trust me.  If you have a big penis you're gay. If you have a small dick,
you're straight.  So Chris, didn't you say you had a big dick?"  The guys
howled with laughter again and teased him even more. He tried to back pedal
and say it was average for a guy his age.  You could tell by the deeper
voices that they guys in the tent were the older boys.  The younger ones
were up to their own games around camp.  Some were chopping wood for the
campfire, others were playing tag or in their tents.  I wouldn't be
surprised if some of them had fallen asleep.  The older guys were
fascinated with dicks and embarrassing each other.

"Have you ever had sex?" One boy asked from inside the tent.

"Sure, all the time," another bragged, usually meaning he hadn't.

"Bullshit," someone else said quickly.  "I'll bet you've never even seen a
girl naked.  The closest I got so far was a girl who let me feel her boobs
after I showed her my dick."

"Who?"

"You don't know her.  She goes to another school."

"You guys are so full of it.  We're all still virgins and you know it.  The
only guys I know aren't are the ones doing it with each other."

"Does that count?"  Someone asked.  "If two guys do it, I mean.  Does that
mean you're not a virgin anymore?"

"Only if they do it in the bum.  My sister says that guys give better
blowjobs than girls because they know how a penis works."

"Weird.  No way I could do that.  Would you?"

"Nah, but I did get a blowjob from a guy once," he admitted to the group.
The tent went quiet.

"By a guy?"

"Yeah.  I was asleep at camp and woke up and he was doing it, so I just
pretended to stay asleep until he finished.  We never talked about it and I
don't think he knows I know."

"Gross.  What did he do with your, you know...your stuff?"

"Swallowed it I guess.  I dunno, I didn't open my eyes to see."

"Who was it?"

"I'm not sure I should say.  I think he was just curious.  Plus if you say
anything, he might not do it again."

"Come on. Tell us.  Maybe one of us can get a blowjob if he sleeps in our
tent."  I held my breath and hoped it wasn't Blake or Cory.

"Greg," he said quietly.

"No way.  My assistant?  I've slept with him in the tent lots of times and
he's never done anything."

"That you know of," another said.  "Sleep naked and see what he does.  If
you catch him, tell him to give us all blowjobs or you'll let everyone know
he's a cocksucker."

I wasn't sure I liked how this was going.  No way I was going to let this
kid be blackmailed.  There's enough of that going around already and
bullying isn't going to be allowed on my watch.  They all seemed pretty
excited at the idea.  Probably not so much at embarrassing Greg as at the
thought of getting their first blowjob.

"If he doesn't do anything, maybe you could ask Blake's Dads.  I'm sure
they do it all the time."

"Do you think Blake gets lots of blowjobs?"

"We should ask him.  With a dick as big as his, he's gotta be gay and if
his Dads are, he probably is too."

The conversation seemed to stall at that point, so I quickly headed off.
First to find Blake.  He was in his tent with Cory and a couple of other
boys.  "Hey guys, how's it going?"

"Good.  We're just telling ghost stories," Cory said with bright eyes
holding the flashlight under his chin to illuminate his face.

"Well try not to scare each other too much, or you'll be awake all night,"
I smiled.

"They're just stories, Dad.  They're not real.  We're not little kids ya
know," Blake replied trying to sound all tough.

"No argument there.  Carry on!" I smiled.  "I think the campfire is going
to begin shortly if you want to join everyone."  I noticed that the one set
of sleeping bags was zipped together and I had a feeling it belonged to
Cory and Blake.  I thought I should do some quick parenting.  "Blake can I
see you for a second?"

He crawled out of the tent and we went out of earshot.  "Buddy, did you and
Cory zip your sleeping bags together?"

"Yeah, we always do.  It's way warmer," he said without hesitation.

"I think maybe you should sleep separately tonight."

"How come?  We always sleep together," he asked looking disappointed.

"I know, but at camp it's better if you sleep in separate beds.  Just make
sure you change into dry, clean clothes and you'll stay warmer and be more
comfortable."

"I always sleep naked though, Dad."

"I know, but just trust me for tonight okay.  I have my reasons for asking.
Just do this for me okay.  At home, you can sleep in the same bed all you
want.  You just don't want the older boys to get the wrong idea."

"The wrong idea about what?"

"About whether you prefer boys or girls."

"That's silly.  I prefer boys.  Girls are stupid, except my girlfriend when
she's not being all girlie."

"I'll explain later, but please do this for me tonight."

"Okay."

"Promise?"

"I promise," he said not sounding happy about it.  I put my arm on his
shoulder and thanked him.  This would be a whole other conversation at a
different time.  If he wanted to sleep with Cory, he could do it, but the
last thing I wanted for him was to be bullied by older boys just because
they misunderstood two friends sleeping in the same bed.  I went in search
of Greg as he deserved the same warning. He was one of the older boys,
probably 13 or 14.  This one would be different as I didn't know him.  He
was sitting on a log whittling a piece of wood.  I sat beside him.

"Hey Greg.  What you making?"

"Nothing much.  Just wasting time," he said smiling at me.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure."

"So I don't know exactly how to start this, but maybe I could hint and
you'll get the idea."

He looked at me with a quizzical expression.

"Sometimes boys your age get curious about things and of course hormones
are raging.  You want to explore your feelings, but if you're not careful
others could try to take advantage of you."

He looked me up and down rapidly.  "Ummm, are you hitting on me or
something?  I know you're gay, and it's okay, but I'm not gay and I
wouldn't feel right about doing it with Blake's Dad."

I think he admitted he was actually gay in that conversation, but I wasn't
sure.  "No, I'm not hitting on you.  I just want you to be careful when and
how you explore your curiosity.  There's nothing wrong with trying new
things and seeing what you like and dislike, but always get permission
first, okay.  How old are you?"

"14," he replied.

"Just be careful, okay.  Don't do something with someone sexually unless
they give you permission okay.  They could use it against you and hurt
you."

He looked at me again and swallowed hard.  I wasn't trying to scare him,
just protect him against a world of hurt.  "He gave me permission.  In fact
it was his idea," he said.

"Greg.  I'm not saying you did anything.  I'm just saying that if you do
something with someone and they try to use it against you, you could end up
being picked on by others who want the same thing."

"Oh god!  I'm sorry.  I won't do it again.  I thought he wanted it.  Please
don't tell anyone.  I'm not gay.  It was just a mistake."

"Relax Greg.  I've done it tons of times myself, but I had permission ahead
of time."

"Really?  You fucked Blake too?"

"Huh?  What?  No...  I was talking about giving someone a blowjob when you
thought they were sleeping.  Wait, you fucked Blake?"

"He asked me to.  In fact he started it," he stammered nervously and I
almost wished I had chosen a time other than when he had a knife in his
hands.

"I have no doubt of that.  Okay, listen carefully.  I wasn't talking about
that, and Blake is just as horny as any kid in puberty, so as long as you
both agreed, I don't care.  I'm talking about giving someone a blowjob
while they sleep.  Sometimes they're not actually asleep.  If you do that
and they don't want it, they could cause problems for you and tell their
friends who will try to get you to blow them and so on until you're the
town cocksucker.  Do you understand that?"

"I think so.  I only blew Blake once though and he was awake.  We did that
69 thing."

"This isn't about Blake.  Just take my advice tonight, don't do anything in
your tent tonight.  It's a setup to test you.  Is that blunt enough?"

"Uhhh, yeah. Sure.  Thanks," he said looking down at his feet and shuffling
them back and forth.  "So can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"What if I am gay?"

"What if you are?  It doesn't change who you are.  Just be yourself and
find a guy that is also gay and who likes you.  If you're looking out for
each other together, then it doesn't matter what others think."

"You're gay, right?"

"Right."

"Would you teach me stuff?"

"No, but I'll be happy to talk to you at any time about what you're feeling
or going through.  I also think you should look for boys your own age.
Blake is still a little young to be sure of what he wants, but he's
certainly curious about sex."

"I don't know any boys my own age that are gay, or would admit it.  I only
knew Blake liked it `cause I accidentally saw him and Cory doing stuff."

"Again, it's just boy curiosity.  Doesn't mean they're gay.  I can probably
help you find guys your own age, or show you what to look for."

"That would be cool thanks.  Can you also tell me how to make it not hurt
when you know...," he looked around "...get things put in your bum?"

I laughed quietly.  "I think that's a whole different conversation for
another time.  For now, just don't do anything tonight with anyone and if
you're horny, go into the woods and jerk off.  Best way to cure those
feelings is to take care of it yourself."

I got up and left and hoped he'd listen.  I was still a little shocked to
learn that he'd fucked Blake, although not as surprised to learn it was
Blake's idea.  That I actually believed.  I found Colin sitting next to the
fire and the Scouts were slowly arriving to join in.  They made s'mores,
sang camp songs, and had hot chocolate as the fire burned keeping us all
warm.

As we sat around the campfire, Alex leaned in against me.  "This sure
brings back a lot of memories of our trips, huh?"

"Yeah, I miss doing this.  When did we grow up and stop hanging out like
this?"

"No one says we have to.  I wouldn't mind going back to the tent and having
some fun like old times.  Something about being outside makes me super
horny," he said quietly.

"Probably the fresh air," I whispered back.

"I wanna fuck you!" He said getting right against my ear and so quietly
that I almost didn't hear him.  My dick heard him though and sprung to
life.  Alex leaned over me and whispered to Colin.  "You mind if I take
your husband to the tent for a while?"

He grinned and replied, "Not if you don't mind if I take yours to the other
tent."

"Deal.  We'll be back in a few minutes."  He stood up and I followed.  We
got back to my tent and crawled inside.  It didn't take us long to strip
and get personal with each other.  We began by kissing and rubbing crotches
like old times before we flipped around to 69.  Once Alex's tongue went
into my hole I think he turned on my horny switch as we went into overdrive
and had to remind ourselves to be quiet and not moan out loud.  I pulled
his legs way back and drive my face into his smooth hole.  For each lick he
gave me, I reciprocated.  He fingered my hole and added lots of spit.  He
was getting me ready, and once he was convinced I was at the point of no
return he got behind me and inserted himself and fucked me hard.  I had to
put my face down on the sleeping bag to keep from crying out.  He bit my
neck and I felt myself blowing my load without even touching myself.  I
moaned almost silently and clamped my ass in times with my cock pulsing cum
out of me.  I could feel Alex's breathing increase and he shot his load
inside.  I was going to have to use those nasty outdoor toilets with the
scary giant holes.  Not to mention I was going to have to wipe the cum off
my sleeping bag now.  Alex pulled out and we lay together for a few minutes
breathing hard.

"That was fun!"  I said kissing him.

"We should get back to the campfire," he said as we both got dressed.  I
grabbed a sock and wiped up the mess the best I could.  The whole tent
smelled like sex.  We crawled out and back to the fire.  Colin, Jason and
Kyle were missing and I quickly looked over at the other tent and wondered
if they were going at it too.  I grinned to myself when I saw Kyle heading
back from behind a tree.

"Where'd everyone go?" He asked knowingly.  "And how come I wasn't
invited?"

"We just went to do our taxes," Alex said trying not to grin.

"Taxes huh?  Who got the biggest rebate?  So are Colin and Jason making out
now?"

"Probably since I just took his husband to bed," Alex admitted.

"God, I love our lives," Kyle said.  "I just hope someone has something
left for me tonight."

15 minutes later, Colin and Jason returned.  "That was fast," Alex said.

They both ignored him and sat down on the log with us.  The boys were still
telling campfire stories and jokes which went on for a while until the
leader told them to head for bed, and reminded them to change out of the
clothes they had been wearing all day to avoid being cold at night.

"I think I'm heading for bed too," Kyle said.  "I need to get ready for the
two of you," he said licking his lips.

Blake and Cory came up and hugged us good night in a manly sort of way as
to not embarrass themselves in front of the other Scouts.  Another half
hour later and the leaders did their rounds and headed for their own tents.
I volunteered to put out the fire before Colin and I headed for bed.  We
could hear the boys all talking in low voices.  Mostly about the day or a
video game they liked.  In Blake's tent, they were talking about penises
and I stopped to listen.  I wanted to make sure they weren't setting Greg
up, or taking advantage of Blake, although knowing my son, he would be the
one taking advantage of a situation.  It was basic boy talk so we went to
the tent.  We crawled in and found Kyle fast asleep half in his bag.  He
was still fully clothed.  All he'd managed to remove was his shoes.

"Should we put him to bed properly?"  Colin asked.  I agreed and went for
his pants.  "We could just zip him into his bag," Colin suggested shaking
his head at me.

"We wouldn't want him to get cold," I reminded him.  I unzipped his bag and
stripped off his pants and shirt.  I put a new shirt on him as Colin
helped.  Kyle really was dead to the world and it's not easy to undress and
then redress someone.  I guess the lack of sleep and fresh air had knocked
him out.  "Should we take off his underwear and give him a nice fuck to
warm him up before we go to sleep ourselves?"

"Maybe just changing his underwear would be fine," Colin laughed.  "No
doubt he'll be horny when he wakes up and I'm sure he'll want some
attention that we can help with."

"Fine.  Party pooper," I said as I pulled Kyle's underwear off, adjusted
his penis, just for the fun of it and pulled a new pair of shorts onto him.
We repositioned him in his sleeping bag and zipped him in.  He looked so
cute.  Colin and I quickly undressed and slid into our own bag to spoon.  I
felt him rubbing his cock against my hole until he was hard and then pushed
inside.  "That's the way we should fall asleep."

"I can feel Alex's cum in your ass still.  Natural lube is always best,"
Colin whispered as he nibbled on my ear.

"And I can still smell my brother on your cock," I whispered back.

"Touché," he said as he pushed all the way in and slowly fucked me.  We
took our time and he stroked my cock in unison with fucking.

"You should get one of my socks for when I cum.  We don't want to sleep in
the wet spot," I said helpfully.  He reached over and handed me one.  I was
going to run out of socks if this kept up.  As soon as I was ready I put
the sock over my dick and blasted a small load into it.  Colin kept fucking
me and I hate to say it, but I think I fell asleep before he finished.
Just goes to show how happy and comfortable he makes me.  In the morning
Colin called it right.  Kyle was awake and horny.  None of us wanted to get
out of the bags as they were nice and warm, so Kyle rolled over on top of
us in his and kissed us.  It didn't take long for his hands to get inside
our double bag and reach for the things he really wanted.  Once we were
warmed up nicely, he unzipped our bag and went down on both of us taking
our morning loads and helping us get rid of the morning wood.  We returned
the favour.  Colin blew him as I rimmed his hole which was a nice way to
wake up.  I wanted to go back to sleep, but we could all hear the boys up
and moving around.  We dragged ourselves out of the tent and went for a
piss and a splash of water at the edge of the lake.  Talk about an icy wake
up call.

"Good morning Justin, Colin," Blake said as he walked by with three of the
older boys.  He was obviously trying to act cool, by calling us by our
first names.

"Hey, morning Blake.  You sleep okay last night?"

"Yeah we stayed up pretty late, after the younger kids went to sleep," he
said.

Last time I looked he was one of the younger kids, but I just smiled and
nodded.  We went to say high to everyone and get some coffee that had been
made.  Alex and Jason were already there and everyone looked like they
needed a shower.  The only way to get clean was to dip in the lake and
there was no way I was going in there until the outside temperature got
considerably better.  After a breakfast of really disgusting oatmeal, the
Troop decided to hike up a hill before we headed back.  "So we're hiking up
a hill, before we hike home?"  I asked just to make sure I'd heard them
right.  Sounds like the trips that Alex and I used to do.  It is so much
easier without backpacks, so I was up for it.  We cleaned up from breakfast
and I saw Kyle drop down and hold his ankle.  I ran up and asked if he was
okay.

"I think I twisted my ankle," he replied. "I just need a minute."

"Well we have a long walk home, so I think you should stay here and not go
up the hill.  I'll stay with you in case you need anything or it gets
worse," I offered.

"Nah, you should go.  I don't mind being here by myself," he said sounding
pathetic.

"Don't be stupid.  I'm staying."  I went to let the others know and they
were concerned about Kyle and agreed that he should stay off it as long as
possible before we headed home.  The Troop took off on their hike and I
helped Kyle back to the tent and took off his shoes and socks.  "It doesn't
look swollen or bruised or anything."  I said, thankful that it didn't
appear bad.

I lay down with him and we just talked about school, the Scouts and other
assorted stuff.  Kyle inched closer and closer until we found ourselves
making out.  "This is more like it," Kyle said as he stopped kissing me.
This is the way I prefer you.  Back to normal and not all serious.  Can we
get into bed and have some fun?"

"What about your ankle?"  I asked.

"It's feeling a lot better.  I probably just twisted it," he smiled.  I
think I might have been duped.  We stripped each other and slid into bed.
"Did you undress me last night?" he asked.  I admitted that I had and he
thanked me by sliding his hand down my chest until he took hold of my cock
and balls.  We made out for a couple hours and fucked each other after
69ing rimming and kissing every part of each other.  I sucked on Kyle's
body so much my lips hurt.  I loved it when we fucked and even more so when
I put his legs over my shoulders and leaned down to kiss him deeply.  We
were going at it hard and furious and building up quite a sweat.
Eventually, like all good things it had to come to an end, or perhaps in
this case it was `cum' to an end.  I felt Kyle orgasm between us as our
stomachs got wet with his jizz.  I smiled and fucked him harder as I
pressed my lips tight against his, almost suffocating both of us.  I fired
off what I had left into his ass and we collapsed together.  I left my dick
in him until it was almost soft and then pulled out.

"How's the ankle now?"  I asked.

"I think it's all better, I just had to work through it.  Thanks for
staying with me," he smiled.  We could hear the Scout returning almost half
a kilometre away.  They weren't exactly in stealth mode.  By the time they
got back to camp, Kyle and I were dressed and lying on top of the bags
again.  Blake's head was the first to pop through the tent door.

"Hey guys!  Is Kyle alright now?"  He said and then looked around smelling
the air.  "Were you guys having sex?" he whispered.

"Shhhh, Blake," I smiled.  He just looked at me as if actually expecting an
answer.

"I can't wait to be old enough to do it whenever I want." He said finally.
"We're gonna have lunch and then we gotta pack up," he advised us.  We
crawled out of the tent in case anyone else decided to visit and smell the
air.

Everyone was happy to see that Kyle's ankle was better.  Greg came up to me
after lunch and thanked me for our talk.  Seems he was tempted by some of
the guys, but just pretended he didn't know what the hell they were talking
about.  After we packed up camp and the Scouts were inspected to make sure
they had left nothing behind but footprints we headed home along an
incident free trail.  I was half hoping for another moose.  By the time we
dropped all the boys off at home and got back to our place I was ready for
a nap.  An eight or ten hour nap.  Blake was sent to have a shower and he
decided to join the rest of us in the big shower downstairs.  We all helped
each other wash the dirt off.  You'd think we'd been stranded on an island
for a month we were so dirty.  I almost said something to Blake when he
sprung a boner as his back was scrubbed, but decided to ignore it.  I had
to admit he had a pretty impressive dick for his age. I think he is going
to be thicker than me.  Some girl, or guy is going to really enjoy that.
We dried and dressed and had dinner before retiring to watch a movie.  I
think we all fell asleep before the movie was half over.  The next morning
Jason and Alex took off for Prince Edward Island to see about the kids and
decided to use the regular pilot and allow Kyle to go to school.

They were nervous about what was to come and I wondered how these additions
would change our life.  First Cory, then Blake and now 3 year olds and
perhaps a 7 year old, and I still felt like a kid myself, although I was
growing up fast with all these life experiences.  Some days I wanted to go
back to high school and just have no worries.  For now, I'd just have to
wait for my life to unfold.



End of Chapter.

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