Date: Sat, 9 Feb 2013 09:41:52 -0800
From: Dave <outinwest@gmail.com>
Subject: Society Boys Part 109

The Society Boys
By Connor Matthews


Chapter 109


I woke up in the morning, like I always do, with a raging boner and the
thoughts of the day ahead, but first things first.  I snuggled up to Colin
and wiggled and kissed and poked him until he woke up.  "Oh good, you're
awake!  Morning Babe!"  I smiled as I reached for his morning wood.

"Hi sweetie.  You know, you can always take care of your erection on your
own, right?  He smiled.

"What fun would that be?  Plus you're awake."

"I am now, anyway," He said as he rolled on top of me and gave me my
morning kisses.  Normally, I lie on him and shove my dick into his warm
crevice until I empty myself, but this morning, I think he was trying to
prove something as he kicked my legs apart and put his dick down toward my
ass.  I pulled my legs up and he inserted himself without even going for
the lube.  I guess my ass was sweaty enough from sleeping.  Either that or
I was becoming a big open holed bottom.  Not a pleasant thought at all.  He
pushed inside and then put my legs right back and fucked the hell out of me
as we kissed.  He dumped his load as I stroked my dick happily.  He kept
fucking slowly and I didn't take long to blast all over myself.

"Now can I go back to sleep?"  He grinned.  He's such a romantic.

"Okay, but only if you cuddle me," I smiled.  We lay face to face and
wrapped around each other, chest to chest dick to dick with our legs
scissored together.  I knew that I would last about 15 minutes in this
position before my dick got hard again, but I was so comfortable that I
certainly wasn't complaining.  We kissed gently and without much energy,
basically moving only our lips.  We fell asleep for another half hour or
so, before my dick woke me up again.  I debated rolling Colin over to fuck
him, but instead, I just slowly and quietly jerked myself off until I came
all over him and then rubbed it into his skin.

"You know I'm awake right?"  He smiled as he opened his eyes.

"Your loss.  You coulda gone down and sucked it right out of me, but now
you'll just have to be satisfied with my new morning protein rub.  It's
rejuvenates old skin like yours and keeps you looking young and vibrant.
People in Ethiopia pay a thousand bucks a millilitre for this stuff.  You
get it for free."

"I have no idea how to respond to that," he laughed.  "My old skin is a lot
less used than yours," he said slapping me on the ass.  We rolled around in
bed for a bit before heading to the shower.  By the time we got downstairs,
everyone was up and having breakfast including Blake who had brought his
polar bear and a couple toy cars to the table.  At least I think it was
him.  It was a hairball the size and shape of Blake.

"I think today is haircut day, buddy.  I thought a monster had joined us at
the table," I smiled as I brushed the hair out of his eyes.  He smiled back
and blinked with those adorable green eyes.  I'll just bet I was that cute
when I was his age.  Jason, not so much.  I was the adorable one in the
family.  "You okay getting a haircut?  Nothing serious.  Maybe just a
couple inches and a bit off the front so we can see your face?"

He gave me a look that said he was thinking about it and eventually
shrugged as if to say it was okay if he really had to.  I thought it was
about time, but I also didn't want to lose the cute factor that made Blake,
Blake.  I had also decided it was time to get him into a bit more normal
routine.  If he couldn't go to school, maybe school could come to him.  It
seemed ridiculous to me that he could lose an entire year of school and not
be with kids his own age when he went back.  We could have him home
schooled and tested and then put into his own grade when he went back.
After breakfast, I contacted Chad, Tory's old tutor and asked if he might
be interested in another job, with a 12 year old.  After explaining the
situation we arranged to meet tomorrow to see if the two of them were
compatible.  I was being responsible and the more time I spent with Blake,
the more I realized that Children's services hadn't really done much to
help him.  They simply shipped him off somewhere and then forgot him until
a problem arose, but I was out to earn the good parenting merit badge.  The
government just had their rule book and followed it regardless of the
individual needs of the kid.  Once the kid turned 18, they cut them free
and didn't worry about how their actions affected who they became.  If the
kid turned out to be a serial killer, they simply shrugged and said they
had been a trouble child that had to have several foster homes.  If they
turned out well, they used that to justify how well their system worked,
but gave no credit to the individual.

I took Blake down to our hairstylist.  No way I was going to let some
Chuckles the Clown $6 Supercuts nimrod touch my boys hair.  He was going to
get gay perfection, no matter what the cost.  The place was busy, but as
soon as the owner saw me he ran up to say hello.

"Looks like things have picked up a bit," I smiled.

"Thanks partly to you," he grinned.

"Me?  What did I do?"

"Remember when you said I should offer body shaving to get additional
revenue?  Well, we tried it and it took off.  We had to hire a couple more
guys to keep up with demand.  I honestly thought you were kidding, but it's
been very popular.  A lot of guys aren't up to the expense of the laser
hair removal or perhaps don't like the idea of permanently losing the hair,
so they come in here to be cleaned up.  I keep the price to a minimum so
they come back often.  $5 for cock and balls.  5 for ass.  10 for chest and
10 for back.  30 for entire body neck to ankles.  So if you want anything
shaved, the first month is on me," he smiled.  "What can I do for you
today, and who is this adorable young man?"

"This is my foster son, Blake.  We need to give him a bit of a trim.
Nothing serious, just enough so we can see his face."

"Oh, he is so perfect.  I could just eat him up," he smiled as he looked at
Blake who moved behind me and peeked out.

"I don't think he'll actually eat you Blake, it's just a saying.  Plus
you're too hairy to eat," I grinned as I put my hand on his back in
support.  We sat down and waited our turn.  As I watched the staff, I
couldn't help but notice how cute the guys were that came out to get the
next guy for shaving.  I debated having something shaved, and I knew
exactly what type of tip I could give him.  Blake looked through a few
books of men's hairstyles and picked out a few that he liked.  I didn't
want him to change shaggy curly mop style as it was so adorable.  I
panicked a bit when he showed me a picture of a Justin Timberlake style.
"Babe, I think that might look good on you when you're older, but right
now, this long hair is so adorable that you should keep it as long as you
can.  You could be a movie star."

He smiled and kept looking eventually finding one that looked just like him
with the same blonde hair.

"See," I said.  "That guy has hair like you and is a model.  Told you you
were cute."

Finally it was Blake's turn and he hopped into the chair as I explained it
was basically just a two inch trim, which Blake nodded to in agreement.
The stylist looked at me curiously.

"He's the strong silent type.  Blake doesn't believe in using words when a
nod or smile will suffice," I said winking.  The guy smiled and agreed that
it made Blake much more adorable and mysterious.  He went to work trimming
and thinning Blake's mop.  I didn't think he could get more adorable but I
was wrong.  He was so cute once he was done that I wanted to parade him
around to show him off.  I mean every parent says their kid is the cutest,
but Blake had them all beat by a mile, or perhaps by a light year...in my
unbiased opinion.  At least I could see his face now and he didn't have
such an effort keeping the hair back, although it was still long.  Once the
guys at home saw Blake's new do, they backed me up on the cute factor.  I
almost hated to let him go swimming as it would mess up perfection, but by
morning we would be back to the wild look again.

Chad arrived in the morning to meet Blake and the two go along really well.
At first Blake was suspicious, but when I told him that Chad had tutored
Troy, he seemed to relax and listen.  Chad went over all the subjects that
are taken in grade 5 and Blake responded well to the idea of being home
schooled.  Once they were done interacting, I sent Blake to the media room
to play video games for a bit.

"So do you think you can work with him despite him not talking?"  I asked.

"Sure.  He doesn't need to talk to learn.  I can work around it if you want
to proceed.  We'll start by finding out what he knows and go from there.  I
figure he could start four days a week just for three hours at a time.
Which would you prefer, morning or afternoon?"

"That's up to your schedule, but we're up in the morning anyway."  We
agreed on 9 to noon each day except for Monday.  Chad went to say goodbye
to Blake and we let him know what we had planned.  Like every kid, he was
less than enthusiastic about doing school, but didn't storm off in an
`occupy the media room' type protest.  School would start next Wednesday
after his diving lesson and birthday.

Over the weekend, we arranged a Saturday morning play date with a couple of
his other old friends.  I met Quinn and Hunter who seemed like decent kids.
Aiden showed up again and it was great to watch the boys interacting with
each other.  I gave the boys their space as I entertained the parents.  I
was having a fucking tea party while the kids played.  Yay!  I've turned
into my Mom.  I'm such a dumb ass.  I wanted a kid and now that I had a
rental one, I wondered if I was too young to be tied down with a 12 year
old.  Well, almost 12.  Jason had gone to the club, but Alex hung out and
helped me entertain.  The fathers were happy playing pool and checking out
the cars, not to mention being impressed with our BBQ area.  The women
liked the kitchen and the view off the deck into the back yard.  It was
weird seeing how straight people saw the world.  The kids went swimming,
played basketball, tried out the trampoline and challenged each other on
video games, and not once had sex or nudity come up.  So I found the trick.
Hook Blake up with straight kids and their parents and keep horny Cory out
of the way.  Although Cory made me smile a lot more than most.  By the time
they were ready to go, the boys looked like they had never been apart and
the parents thanked me for arranging it.  The mother's made such a fuss
over Blake and invited him over to their houses whenever he wanted.  I
invited all of them to Blake and Cory's birthday party in two weeks and got
their email addresses to send them the details.  I made them promise not to
bring gifts as it wasn't necessary.  I asked Blake if we should also invite
others from his school and he nodded that it would be okay.  I made a note
to call his principal to arrange it.

Once the parents left, Alex and I flopped down in the media room exhausted
at having to be straight for almost four hours.  That's not as easy as it
looks.  I almost felt like I should spit and fart to finish the afternoon
off.  I curled up with Alex and it was nice to spend time with him again.
We had both been so busy that we had just got used to each other being
around and not taken time to hang out.

"You remember when we went camping up at the lake?"  I asked as we lay
there as Blake played his video game, totally oblivious to us.

"Which time?  We always had good adventures together, we should make plans
to go do that again," he smiled.

"I guess we are growing up huh?  Now we make plans to do stuff.  Whatever
happened to the days where we just grabbed our stuff and headed out to do
shit?"

"So, let's do it.  Let's go away for the night and come back tomorrow."

"Where should we go?"  I asked.

"Back up to the caves.  That was fun last time.  That's where we found
Forrest if you remember."

"I remember.  We created a monster.  A fabulous sparkly monster.  Let's get
our stuff and don't forget the DTS trackers in case we get lost in the
cave."  We raced out to the garage and started sorting out the equipment
and stuffed it into our backpacks.  Next we grabbed food for the next 24
hours.  It was like old times, we were such pros at packing that it took
less than an hour.  Then I stopped.  "I think we forgot something."

"What?" he asked looking at our stuff.

"Blake," I grinned.  "We didn't have one of him last time."

"Right.  Do you think he can handle the caves or should we just leave him
some food and water?"  Alex chuckled.

"I'm not sure we can do that.  He's not a puppy.  If you're okay with it,
let's take him along, but instead of hiking the 4 clicks to the camping
area, we can rent a couple ATV's."

"Sounds like a plan.  Will he be okay with the dark cave?  I mean he still
sleeps with a night light."

"Guess we'll find out," I smiled.  "If he doesn't like it, there must be a
place you can leave kids for the weekend.  They have them for your pets and
stuff, so we could look that up if he says no."  We headed to the media
room.  "Blakie, dude!  You wanna go camping with Alex and me?  We're going
to explore a huge cave?"

He turned and looked at us and nodded as he blinked and went back to his
game.

"Umm, I kinda meant right now.  We can grab some clothes and put them into
your backpack and we've already got the tent and sleep bags and stuff.
We're gonna rent a couple ATV's to get to the campsite.  I'll let you drive
part of the way."  Bribery seemed a good all-round parenting tool for most
situations.

He turned off his game and ran out and up to his room.  Alex and I went
with him to help pick out proper clothes for an overnighter.  It didn't
take long and he also packed his polar bear.  Always good to take stuffed
wildlife into the woods.  You just had to watch out for stuffed hunters
with stuffed rifles.

We loaded everything into the car and were just about to head out when Alex
suggested we call Colin and Jason to let them know where we were going.
"I'm telling you dude, this was so much easier when it was just you and
me," I said to him as we called our other halves to let them know our
plans.  It was like we were asking for permission.  Wow, I haven't asked
for permission for stuff since I was like 14.  How do you get those years
back again...and still keep the hundreds of millions of dollars and pools
and cars?  Both guys told us to have a good time and we also texted Kyle
and Troy to make sure they knew we wouldn't be home.  A sure way to end up
with a house party.

Blake was excited as he jumped into the back of my car and strapped himself
in.  We headed for the ATV rentals at the base of the mountain and I sat
Blake in front of me after we strapped stuff onto the vehicle.  He was a
daredevil on the ATV and on more than one occasion, I had to slow him down,
and then realized that I was being an overprotective Mom and not a Dad, so
I let him speed it up and we bounced our way along the trail and up to the
camping area.  It was the same place we had originally met Forrest and it
brought smiles to my face at how innocent he seemed back then compared to
the guy we knew now.  I think Blake was disappointed when we told him we
were at the campsite as he was having so much fun driving.  I promised him
we would go exploring later but that we had to set up camp first.  We
pitched the tent and loaded the sleeping bags and pads in.  Then we set up
the stove and lanterns to be ready for nightfall.  We had a couple hours
until dark, so we took the opportunity to let Blake drive the ATV around
camp for a bit as long as he promised to stay in sight.  He looked beyond
thrilled that we were letting him go it alone.  I put a tracker in his
pocket, just in case.  I figure if I err on the side of paranoia, I'd be
getting my practice in for being a real parent someday.  We watched as he
drove around and found as many hills and valleys and bumps to go over as he
could.  He was pretty responsible considering, and there were only a couple
moments that he disappeared from sight for a second or two.  Alex and I sat
on a log side by side as we boiled some water for hot chocolate and to
prepare dinner.

"I miss doing this buddy.  We gotta get those city boys out here more
often.  We could have a fags weekend out," I smiled.

"Sure, get your billionaire husband to roll around in the dirt in a tent.
Dude, he has a private island and knocked down a cabin to put up a house
bigger than my parents place and considers that roughing it."

"Obviously you didn't pay attention to the cabin.  It only has ONE bathroom
and there's no bidet at all.  That is roughing it."

"Oh, you poor things, what will you do?"  Alex laughed as he put his arm
around my shoulder and we sat side by side watching Blake tearing up the
wilderness.  "What do you think our lives would have been like if we had
never broken up?"

"I dunno.  I've thought about that a few times.  We'd probably be living at
home, going to University with minimum wage jobs and doing more weekends
and activities like this, just on a budget."

"Do you think we would have been happy?"

"Definitely.  Are you happy now?"

"Sure.  I love Jason and you and the other guys.  I have to admit that
sometimes, I just like it when we have some alone time, like this, or when
Jay and I hang out, but I also love all the guys being around and
interacting together.  I can't wait to be a paramedic.  Have you decided
what you want to be eventually?"

"No," I said feeling a little inadequate again.  "I sometimes feel like I
have no skills or talents, except being gay.  Now I'm kinda tied to the
role of housewife.  I loved being the C.O.O. of the Q at first, but I'm not
needed there.  I think Colin just gave me the job as a tax write off and
business expense so he could pay me a big salary.  There's such a large
staff working on things and all I ever do is look at suggestions and stamp
my approval on shit.  Most of the time it's just by emails.  I'm just a
figured head, like the fucking Queen or something."

"I can see that.  You're the biggest Queen I know," he laughed.

"That's not true.  Forrest gets that title," I laughed.

 "Dude, you know what you should go study?"

"No idea," I said honestly without a single clue.

"Why not do something like helping people or being a social worker or
something to help kids.  You're so good at it.  Look at everyone you've
helped in such a short time.  Kyle, Troy, Jordan, and now Blake.  Even Cory
loves you, even though Jason is technically his big brother.  Why not do
something like that?"

"I'd hate dealing with government red tape as a social worker.  Those
people only follow the rules and aren't interested in helping kids, just
about their budgets and processing numbers by the books."

"So why not use your Executive power and take over the Vancouver Q.  Ever
since Kelly took over there haven't been a lot of activities or things from
the organization.  We could do so much more with the Q to help tons of
people.  Look at what they're doing for the Academy.  If the guys had
activities to do more things, we could help so many others, not necessarily
gay kids either.  Maybe bullied kids or homeless people.  I heard the
American Chapters are forming a task force to work on the issue of violence
as they don't believe their politicians or gun advocates will do anything
except create more violence by introducing guns into schools.  They want to
come up with a program that targets tolerance and helps kids understand how
bad bullying is, thereby reducing the incidents of kids that snap and go
psycho, or commit suicide.  Maybe that could be a project here too.  Find
the reason, reduce the problem."

"And you think that I can do that?  Me?  With no experience at anything?
Between Canada and America there are like what, 350 million people.  If
they can't figure shit out, what makes you think I can?  Seems like you
should lead by example if you want to be taken seriously.  Who wants to
listen to a country that can't even work its own problems out?  What's the
opposite of Con?  Pro, right?  A con is a bad thing...CONgress and in this
country, CONservatives.  We should have PROgress and PROservatives.  It's
pretty much the end of America anyway.  History proves that superpowers
always tear themselves apart from infighting as people strive to best each
other for power.  Sound familiar?  Ming Dynasty, Roman Empire, British
Empire, Soviet Union.  The UNITED States is anything but united.  Once they
go, another power will rise up and claim victory.  China will call their
debt in and bing bang boom, we'll all be flying the red flag, until the
next revolt or until the planet actually goes screw you guys, I quit and
kills us all.  Meanwhile I'm ordering a Rosetta Stone language lesson in
Mandarin or Cantelopian."

"Cantonese.  And you say you have no skills.  You should go run the U.N. or
take over the intergalactic invasion force that's hiding behind Nibiru,"
Alex laughed.  "But seriously, go help people.  You have such a big heart,
Justin.  It just needs to be focused on a task.  Look at Blake, you talk
about being tied down with him, but you're not fooling anyone.  You'd jump
in front of a speeding train to protect him.  We can all see how much you
love him already.  I can see you having a dozen Blakes around the house
before you're done."

"God, could you imagine?  A dozen Blakes or Corys running around.  I'd have
grey hair by the time I was 30," I laughed.

"What do you mean 30?"  He said looking at the top of my head and plucking
out a hair.

"Asshole," I said as I pushed him back off the log and he pulled me on top
of him.  We laughed and struggled back onto the log.  We waved Blake over
as dusk was starting.  He came over and jumped off the ATV and gave both of
us a huge hug.  "I guess we should maybe let you drive back by yourself
tomorrow if I'm getting hugs out of it.  Alex and I will have to share."
He grinned as big as I've ever seen.

"So have you ever been spelunking before?"  Alex asked.  Blake frowned.
"Spelunking is what they call it when you explore inside caves.  The last
time Justin and I came up here about a year and a half ago, we went deep
deep into the cave.  It's super dark, but amazing.  The first time we came
here we were 14, and it was so much fun that we've been up here a few times
since.  Are you scared of the dark or small spaces?"

He shook his head no.

"Cool, but just so you know, it's really super dark in there.  We're gonna
attach ropes to each of us so that we won't get separated.  You'll be in
the middle, so if you get scared all you have to do is feel along the rope
in either direction and we'll be right there okay?  Plus we have several
flashlights with us all the time and spare batteries.  You sure you're okay
with it?"  I asked as I made sure he had the details in advance.

He nodded again and rolled his eyes.  I laughed and rubbed his head as I
hugged him against me.  Alex made us hot chocolate and we all had a cup
before we got out the canned stew.  Normally we couldn't have taken cans,
but we packed in a hurry.  Personally, I think we should hunt and fish when
we're camping.  Kill only what we need to survive.  Live off the land.  As
long as we can do it inside a Safeway or something.  Could you imagine me
killing and cooking something?  Gross.  I don't even like raw chicken
prepared in a marinade.  Alex and Blake cooked, while I supervised and gave
advice on how to do it, which wasn't as well received as I had expected.  I
was sent off to set the table which may just have been to get rid of me,
since we didn't have a table.  I took credit for picking out the stew, and
for my insight I was delegated to dish detail.  Once we, or rather I,
cleaned up from the meal we started a campfire and went exploring in the
dark with our flashlights.  Blake stuck close, but handled the darkness
really well.  If this had been Cory, I might have thrown rocks or sticks
into the bushes to try to scare him, but I still thought of Blake as a
little fragile and treaded carefully when I could, or when I thought it
through properly.  The sky was clear so we lay on the ground after turning
out the lights and stared at the stars.  Alex pointed out a few
constellations and tried to show Blake where they were.  He kept mentioning
the big dipper and little dipper.  I pointed them out.  "Alex, big dipper,
Blake, little dipper."  I got bounced on from both of them for that.  We
had fun and eventually decided to go to bed.  Alex and I were so used to
zipping our sleeping bags together that we hadn't even thought about doing
anything differently.  We had the LED lantern in the tent and changed into
sweatpants.  Normally we'd sleep naked, but it was a little cool outside
for that.  We recommended to Blake that he wear his as well to help keep
him warm.  He frowned at us.

"Are you okay, buddy?"  I asked.  He shook his head and pouted a little.
"I'm guessing that you would prefer to sleep with us huh?"  He nodded.  So
we unzipped one side of the sleeping bag and did our best to attach all
three together.  It took a while, but we got them good enough to allow all
of us to be together.  Somehow I ended up in the middle, which was fine.  I
had Blake on one side and Alex on the other.  It was like old times with an
extra half body beside us.  Alex and I played footsie a bit and ended up
spooning together with Blake face to face with me.  I could feel Alex
playing with my ass and blowing on my neck to get me worked up.  I turned
over so that I was facing him.  "You know you're gonna give me a boner
doing that, and I've got a 12 year old in front of me asshole," I whispered
as quietly as I could into his ear.  He reached down and slid his hand in
to my pants to stroke me.  "You're such a bitch," I whispered.  He leaned
in and kissed me.  I gave in and kissed him back like we used to do.  We
pressed our bodies together and tried to be as quiet as we could.  I froze
when Blake cuddled up against me.  "Let's wait until he's asleep," I
whispered into his ear again.  He let go which was disappointing but
necessary.  I can't be humping him or blowing my load with a kid right
against my back.  I'm good at covert sex, but not that good.  Once we were
sure Blake was asleep, I crawled on top of Alex and we made out as quietly
as possible.  We stopped short of dumping our loads in each other as it
would be a real hassle to clean up afterwards, so we settled on 69ing and
finishing ourselves that way.  After I pulled my sweat pants back up, I
spooned up against Alex and pulled Blake against me to keep him warm.  We
slept soundly until morning and I made sure to keep Blake tucked in so he
wouldn't freeze.  It was fun with all of us dressed alike in just our
sweats.  Blake woke up first and scrambled quickly to get out of the tent.
I guess when you gotta go, you gotta go.  He wasn't gone long and jumped
back into the sleeping bag with us having chilled down to the temperature
of a fridge.

He squirmed up against me and his cold skin was a shock to my nice warm
chest.  He put his hand on Alex's back causing him to shout out a
complaint.  Blake giggled and we pulled him into the middle between us to
tickle him, which caused excessive screaming and kicking.  Once we'd had
enough, we crawled out of the tent and prepared breakfast.  Blake helped
cook and was incredibly useful.  We'd have to bring him along on more of
these adventures.  He could be our Sherpa.  We had fun as we loaded him up
with the ropes, lights, batteries, food, water and warm clothes.  He was
being buried until he finally dropped everything and stuck his tongue out
at us, grinning.  We shared the load after that and made our way slowly up
the cliff to the entrance to the caves.  Once there, we paused to attach
the ropes and carabineers to belt loops.  Blake was positioned in the
middle between us and we attached him securely using a couple carabineers.
We gave him his headlamp and showed him how to work it after we fastened it
to his head.  The other flashlight was attached to his wrist by Velcro and
we put a set of batteries into his jacket pocket.

"It's going to be super dark in there.  There will be no light at all if
your flashlight goes out, but we have nothing to worry about as we have
lots of lights and plenty of spare batteries.  If you get scared or find
yourself in trouble, just yank on the rope which will alert us to stop,"
Alex explained.  "Justin and I have done this lots of times so no worries."

"You okay buddy?"  I asked crouching down in front of him to look him in
the eyes.  There was no fear but I could see the intensity in his face as
he listened.  He nodded and we headed into the cave.  Once it got darker,
we turned on our headlamps.  Blake kept looking up at me.  "Buddy, keep
looking forward so you can see where you're going.  If you shine your light
at me, I'll be blinded."  He smiled and looked at me again as he listened.
So much for that point.  We got to the first narrow part and I crawled
through first, after turning on our wrist lights.  Blake followed along and
did a great job getting to the second cave easily.  We took a look around
with all our lights.

"So do you want to see how dark it really is?  This is the coolest thing
ever.  This is the absolute absence of all light," I said as I turned off
my lights.  Alex turned off his and Blake stood there looking at us.
"We're right here and if it's too scary, just turn it back on."  He snapped
off his headlamp and then turned off the wrist light.  Almost immediately I
felt his hand reach out and wrap around my leg.

"See how black it is buddy.  You can't see anything at all.  I mean even at
home, you have stars or a street lamp or something, but this is probably
what it would be like being in a black hole."

"I know another black hole," laughed Alex.

"Shhh, we have a 12 year old present," I warned him jokingly before he said
what he was probably thinking.  Blake turned his headlamp back on and we
continued.  He did really well as we went from cave to cave and there were
only a few times he tugged on the rope to make sure we were still there.
Once we got back out, we sat on the edge of the cliff looking across at the
valley and had some snacks.  I hugged Blake and told him how proud I was of
him for handling it so well.  Alex leaned across me and pressed his hand on
my crotch as he hugged Blake as well.  He deliberately squeezed my dick
while pretending nothing was happening.  I'd get even.  He smiled and
leaned against my leg as we rested and enjoyed the view.  Blake was our
second generation family spelunker.  That's not actually as dirty as it
sounds.  Once back at the campsite, we had lunch, then Alex and I packed up
while we let Blake ride around on the ATV again.  It didn't take us long
and we headed back home, keeping our promise to let Blake ride back himself
while Alex and shared the other one, keeping close to him.  He did really
well and had a big smile on his face.  I suppose that doing something so
adult make it feel like a real accomplishment.  I remember when my Dad let
Jason and I drive the car when we were camping once.  We were both 12 and
he let us drive the forestry roads as long as we kept it a secret between
us boys.  It felt like the most adult thing we had ever done.  We got back
to the house and told the guys of our overnight adventure.  Blake ran
upstairs still pretending to be riding his ATV, which was fun to watch.
Obviously that had been the highlight of his quick trip.

Monday we spent the day chillin until it was time for his diving lessons.
He stuffed his speedo into his backpack along with a towel and we headed to
the pool.  The lessons were set for right after school as most kids would
be unavailable in the afternoons.  I went with Blake to meet the coach and
explained the lack of talking at the moment.  He remembered him from the
last session he was in and welcomed him back.  I was happy that it was a
familiar face for him to deal with.

"Okay Blake go get changed and get your butt back here quickly," the coach
told him.  Blake scampered off and I filled the coach in quick on what had
taken place.

"I heard something about that and wondered what had happened to him.  Glad
to see he's alright, although it's a shame about his family.  Good people.
Real supportive of him.  Thanks for bringing him back to the pool.  That
boy has some real talent.  Feel free to hang out down here if you want.
Most parents go back to the bleachers, but you're welcome poolside if you
want."

"I'll head to the bleachers.  I'm trying to get him back to normal without
special treatment if I can.  Thanks coach.  If you need something, I'll be
close by though."  I may have gone back to the bleachers, but I sat front
row and had the big camera with the zoom lens at the ready.  I had even
brought a tripod for the video camera as well.  I wanted to make sure the
whole family got to see him.  He looked so small as he came out of the
change room in his tiny speedo carrying his towel.  It's funny how he
looked so much bigger at home.  I think the speedo emphasized his small
frame more than when he was nude.  I pictured what Tom Daley must have
looked like when he was 12 and could already see Blake at the Olympics with
girls crawling all over him and gay boys drooling over getting with him.
No, I'm not one of those parents who would push their kid to do something
they didn't want to do, but I'd encourage him if I saw talent.  Right now,
he was still walking from the change room to the diving area.  I hadn't
even seen him make one dive yet.  I laughed when he stood next to the other
kids.  He looked the youngest and certainly had the longest hair.  I saw
one of the guys hand him something and talk to him.  Blake seemed to take
his advice and wrapped his hair into a pony tail.  I grinned at how much
different he looked.  A metrosexual 12 year old.  All he needed now was a
goatee.  I was getting it all on the video as close up as the zoom would
allow and was snapping pictures like the paparazzi.  The coach had them all
sit on a bench as he went over a few things.  Then they headed one at a
time to the springboard.  I always thought they just took them to the 10
metre platform and made them jump.  I'd be such a sadistic coach, but that
gave me a great idea for one of the Q initiations.  One at a time they dove
off the low springboard and the coach made notes.  There were about a dozen
kids including girls and each one seemed pretty good to me, but none as
good as Blake, obviously.  I wasn't sure if I should cheer or not as he
dove since none of the other parents had, but it was exciting nonetheless.
I gave him three 10's and punched the Russian judge for only giving him a
9.5.  He did a really good job and although I have no idea what the coach
looks for, I was already seeing him in the 2016 games.  We might have to
put a diving platform in the house.  Maybe he could leap off the deck into
the pool, and the top of the house could be the 10 metre platform.  The
renovations were already under way in my head.  The lessons were an hour
and a half as they ran through a series of drills and practices, including
diving off the side, sprinting across the pool and more springboard dives.
Blake looked like he was having fun, which in my opinion was the only thing
that counted.  To me it didn't matter if he was good or not, as long as he
enjoyed himself.  Once it was over and the class was sent off, I packed up
my stuff and went to wait for him.  One by one the kids came out and met
their parents, excitedly talking about their first lesson.  I knew that
Blake wouldn't be chattering, but his expressions would tell me all I
needed to know.  There was only one mother and I left as we waited.

"You know, I think my boy takes longer in the shower than he does in the
actual pool.  Do you have one in lessons as well?"  She asked me making
small talk.

"Yeah, my 12 year old Blake."

"Mine's 13 and I think he's part fish."

"Blake too.  He's never out of the pools at home and now when he is, it
looks like we're gonna be here.  He's doing swim stroke classes next month,
so that's another day out."

"Swim stroke?  I thought that was for 14 and up," she said surprised.

"Yeah, but they allowed him in as he's slightly ahead of his age group when
it comes to that.  Like I said, he loves the water."

"Well if he's anything like my boy, the longest part of the lesson is the
waiting for him to come out of the change room."

"I can take care of that.  What's your son's name?"

"Warren."

"I'll see if I can speed them up," I said as I headed into the locker room.
Sure enough both boys were standing naked in the shower, as still as
mannequins while the water ran over them.  I saw that they had at least
gotten out the shampoo bottles to wash the chlorine out of their hair.
Nothing worse than getting the blue/green chlorine hair if you don't wash
properly.  "You know they close in six hours right?  You'll wrinkle up to
the size of a raisin if you don't get out of that water soon," I grinned.
Blake looked over and smiled.  "You must be Warren.  Your Mom is also
waiting.  If you stay in here much longer, I'm sure she'll come in looking
for you.  That might be embarrassing."

"Yeah, no shit, eh.  One time she yelled in from the door.  I just about
crapped myself."

Blake giggled and turned off his shower and grabbed his towel as we headed
for his locker.  The older boy followed and was just a couple lockers down.

"So are you both in the same diving class?"  I asked knowingly.

"Yeah," said Warren.  "I was supposed to be in it last year, but I missed
the cutoff.  I'm 13, so I'm kinda late at getting started.  How old are you
Blake?"

"He's 12."

"How come he doesn't talk?"

"Probably nothing much to say right now.  He's just quiet is all.  I'm sure
when something exciting happens, he'll talk."  I looked at Warren and
compared him to Blake.  The difference between 12 and 13 seemed huge.
Warren was easily 4 inches taller and 20 pounds heavier than Blake, and was
as developed as any older teenager.  I always thought boys that age were
shy about their bodies but maybe swimmers were different.  He'd fit in
around our house no problem as he wasn't in a big hurry to get dressed.  It
would be nice to see Blake make a new friend with a common interest like
diving and swimming.  Blake dressed and dried his hair and was about to
head out, but I suggested he go brush it first.  He looked at me as if I
were a parent embarrassing him or something in front of his buddy, but all
I was doing was to make sure he looked as adorable as possible.  We get a
lot more attention that way.  Warren was ready by the time Blake returned
and we all headed out.

"Finally!  What were you doing in there?  A two minute shower and dressed.
Or next time, you might find yourself walking home."

"Moms, sheesh!"  Warren said as he rolled his eyes.  "See you next week
Blake," he waved.  Blake waved back.

"Nice to see you've made a new friend," I said as I put my arm around his
shoulder and we headed to the car.  "I'll bet you're hungry aren't you?"
He nodded.  I texted the guys to ask if they'd like me to bring something
home and suggested Micky D's.  I got everyone's order and stopped to get it
on the way home.

 Tomorrow was Blake's birthday and none of us had mentioned it to him as we
wanted him to have a surprise when he woke up.  He went to bed early and I
thought about giving him another bedtime story, but I hadn't brushed up on
them yet.  The only one that came to mind right away was Pinocchio, but in
my version the boy next door came over, sat on Pinocchio's face and made
him tell lies. Plus the kid was a manipulative little asshole as he kept
pulling Pinocchio's strings until he did what he wanted.  Probably not the
correct version.  I also wondered about The Cat in the Hat, but every time
I thought about Thing 1 and Thing 2, I giggled.  I might have to read him
one of the Twilight novels.  Those always put me to sleep, but the movies
keep me awake with Taylor Lautner.  How I'd like to be ravaged by that
wolf!  Where was I?  Right, bedtime stories.  There was also Hansel and
Gretel, but something about luring kids into your candy house to put them
in a stew seemed a little politically incorrect.  Just a tad; which is
little more than a smidgen.  Or is it the other way around?  Who knows.
It's like feeding a cold and starving a fever, or feeding the fever and
starving a cold.  I gotta look this stuff up and know it if I'm looking
after a kid.  I can't be feeding him when I'm supposed to be starving him
now can I?

After Blake headed for bed, and we were sure he was asleep, the rest of us
sprang into action.  We got everything ready so that he would have a great
birthday from the moment he woke up.  Originally we talked about making it
a surprise and pretending that we had forgotten until dinner, but all greed
that for a kid that was just cruel.  Especially in Blake's case where this
would be his first birthday without his family.  We wanted it to be the
most special day in his life.  We didn't want to go so far over the top
that it was ridiculous, but we wanted him to be the king of his day.  It
took us a few hours to get things ready and we were all exhausted.  The
first part of the day was almost automatic, but none of us wanted to miss
it, so we were all waiting downstairs for his arrival.  Almost like waiting
for Santa Claus.  We heard him at the top of the stairs and he slowly came
down one at a time following the trail of loonies we had laid down for him.
We had put a sign at his door that said pick up the coins and follow them.
As he picked up each one, he put it in his pocket carefully and went to the
next one.  We had miscalculated how expensive this would be and ended up
with almost 300 dollars in coins.  We probably should have used nickels, or
perhaps the now defunct penny.  The first trail stopped in the kitchen at a
red stop sign.  He paused and looked at us from under his morning mop of
hair.  So much for the haircut.  He brushed it out of his eyes and smiled
as he stood in front of the stop sign, obeying it completely.

"Happy Birthday Blake!"  We all yelled as Colin pulled out a bar stool for
him to climb onto.  He was clinking loudly from all the coins in his
pocket.  He must have weighed another 10 pounds and he wasn't done yet.
"Today is your special day and it's all about you, so for breakfast Troy
made you his famous pancakes," I grinned.  Blake's head snapped around to
look at me in horror and he giggled.

"Just kidding.  We have French toast, waffles, bacon, eggs, and orange
juice," I said as Alex and Jason pulled stuff out of the oven and laid
platters of food out.  He grinned and picked the French toast first and
covered it with the powdered sugar and maple syrup.  He was served orange
juice in a champagne glass and gulped it down and looked for more.  We all
ate and talked about him being 12 and what it was like when we were 12,
back in the `olden days'.  Yeesh!  After breakfast, we were ready for round
two and pointed him to the start of the next loonie trail.  He followed it
to the front door and out into the driveway.  He got halfway to the garage
when his pants fell down from all the weight.  He chuckled and tried to
pull them back up, but it was obvious they were too heavy.  I offered to
take some of the coins and hold onto them for him.  He unloaded and both
Colin and I followed as he picked up more and handed them to us.  The trail
led him to outside the first new garage.  The note on the door said `press
your thumb against the wall pad'.  It was a biometric scanner that had now
been programmed to recognize him.  We still didn't have his voice in the
system, so this was the next best thing.  As the door opened, he bent over
to peek inside as we all watched.  Once it was open all the way, hundreds
of balloons floated out and he laughed and tried to catch them as they flew
away.  As he did it, we watched his face light up with excitement.  In the
middle of a garage was a brand new mountain bike and a dozen boxes all
wrapped up with numbers on them. The whole garage looked like party central
with streamers and shiny bits of things hanging everywhere.  The four foot
birthday card at the side of the bike was signed by all of us, Cory and his
Mom, as well as J.P., and my Mom and Dad, who all promised to come over for
dinner tonight.  It also told him that he could open the presents in order,
so he looked through them to find number 1.  It started with new sneakers
that he wanted, followed by some cool clothes for his mountain biking
including a leather jacket and racing gloves.  Another box had a new helmet
which he immediately put on.  That was followed by high tech elbow and knee
pads.  There was a pair of roller blades from Troy which he inspected
closely and tried on as he sat on the floor.  Then he opened a bunch of
boxes with camping equipment from tent to sleeping bag, fishing pole and
other assorted items.  We had kept the presents to a minimum and one of the
things he really liked was from Kyle who gave him nanodots.  I'd never even
heard of them, but he was almost as excited about those as the mountain
bike.  They were just a bunch of small magnetic balls that could be formed
into shapes.  Apparently they were the new fascination.  Kyle had bought
him ten tubes of the things which I found out later weren't cheap at all.
He stood up on his rollerblades and skated over and gave each one of us a
long hard hug.  We watched him skate around the driveway for a bit before
he came back to the garage.  He was way better on the skates than me, so I
figured this was probably something he could teach me.

"Okay Blake.  If you go back in the house and put your hand on the wall
monitor we have another surprise before we head out for the day.  He skated
into the house and while we'd have to give him rules about that later,
today wasn't that day.  He put his hand on the panel and the large blinds
on the far windows started to come down, revealing a hug banner that said
`HAPPY 12th BIRTHDAY, Blake!'  Then when it was almost to the bottom of the
floor to ceiling window, several party poppers went off around the room
spraying confetti and streamers everywhere.  We had tied fishing line from
the blinds to the pull tabs on the poppers which activated them.  Blake
jumped a mile as they exploded around him.  The house was covered in
confetti.  We hadn't actually thought that one out really well, but the
whole kitchen and dining area certainly looked festive.  He went and
scooped up some of the stuff and threw it at us, which caused a massive
confetti fight, and with his long hair, he was soon covered.  I had to
admit, he sure knew how to rollerblade as he turned and twisted and used
the wheels to stop himself.  We were going to need to buff a hell of a lot
of black marks out of the hardwood floor, but that was what housecleaners
were for.  Once the excitement died down, Jason and Alex said they would
join us for dinner tonight but had to work right now.

"Okay Blake, go get cleaned up as we have lots more surprises."  He took
off the rollerblades, and like a typical kid, left them right there on the
floor, and ran upstairs.  I followed him to his room and dumped the pile of
loonies on his bed.  I was sure he'd want to count them later.  When we got
all the confetti out of his hair, he jumped in the shower and dressed to go
out.  He ran and got his new jacket and sneakers from the garage where all
his gifts were.  We were finally ready to go and the timing was perfect as
the limo pulled up.

The driver got out and opened the door for him.  "Good morning, Mr. Jones,
happy birthday."  Blake looked up and beamed at being acknowledged.

Kyle, Troy, Colin and myself piled in and we took off for the Helijet.  It
was a short trip but Blake sat watching everything to see if he could
figure out where we were going.  Once he saw the helicopter, he eyes went
wide and looked at us.

"Yep, we're going up in the chopper to our next adventure," Colin grinned.
We hadn't even told Kyle or Troy where we were going, as it was more fun
that way.  More excitement for everyone.  The 20 minute ride to Nanaimo on
Vancouver Island was phenomenal, and Blake looked so professional with the
headset on.  If he had been talking I was sure he wouldn't have shut up the
whole way.  Kyle had been smart enough to bring the cameras and Blake was
using one to take hundreds of pictures of everything including us.  We
landed at the Heliport where another limousine met us and took us to the
Wildplay Adventure Park.  Blake still wasn't sure what we were doing and
when we arrived at the Bungee zone, his eyes almost popped out of his head,
especially when he looked over the side and saw the 200 foot drop.

"It was on your list, and now that you're 12, you can make the jump if you
want to," I told him.  "You can go by yourself or with one of us.  That's
up to you.  Would you like to go by yourself?"  He shook his head no, and I
smiled.  Who could blame him?  I was almost terrified myself at the thought
of watching my boy being thrown over a railing attached to a rubber band.
"Okay, pick one of us that you'd like to go with.  You get strapped
together and jump at the same time."

He looked at us as if trying to make a major decision and being a bit of a
smart ass, he walked up and down looking each of us up and down like a
drill sergeant.  Then he grinned and wrapped his arms around me.  My
bonding with him was working.  The first jump for each person was a hundred
bucks and if you wanted to go again, it was only 50, so we paid and told
the operator that Blake and I would be jumping together.  They strapped us
into the harnesses and then attached us together face to face.  Blake kept
making faces at me as he pressed up tight and wrapped his arms around me.
I hugged him back and could feel him shaking, but he was a real trooper as
we stood on the platform ready to go.  Once we were cleared, I asked him if
he was ready and he nodded and closed his eyes.  We jumped and he almost
crushed me as he clamped on so tight.  Once we reached the full drop he
relaxed, only to clamp harder as we shot back up into the air.  Once we
stopped bouncing and hung upside down waiting to be lowered to the boat, he
looked at me and smiled and then put his head against my chest as he
relaxed.  We were lowered onto the boat, unhooked and taken to shore.
Blake gave me another hug and such a huge grin that I thought he might
break his face.

"Wanna go again?"  I asked.  He nodded furiously so we ran back up.  You
had a choice in length of bungee.  Some stopped short of the water, while
others dunked you into the freezing river.  Blake and I had opted for the
drier approach.  When we got back up Kyle was ready to go by himself, so we
got out the camera, flipped it to video mode and taped his jump.  He was
shirtless and had chosen to go for the full adventure and hit the water.
It looked wild as he splashed into the water and it sprayed everywhere.  We
filmed it until he was back on shore.  I asked Blake if he wanted to go by
himself this time but he shook his head no.

"Would you like to go with someone else?"  I asked.  He said no again and
held my hand.  After we watched Troy and Colin jump by themselves it was
our turn again.  This time he knew what to expect so he was a little less
nervous and kept his eyes open.  From the bungee, we went to the zipline
where he was a little braver and did it by himself after watching Kyle and
Troy go first.  It was a great present for his birthday as you had to be 12
years of age to participate in all the adult things, so we couldn't have
brought Cory if we wanted to.  As it was we had to fudge Blake's weight a
bit as he was 5 pounds too light for their minimum, but no one questioned
it, especially since he was with us and looked his age.  From the zipline
we hit the primal swing which was a 140km an hour slingshot thing from the
bridge.  You sat on the edge and then were catapulted out and down like a
pendulum.  Blake chose Kyle for the first ride on that one and Colin for
the second one.  He was getting to do the most of all of us, which was
encouraged since it was his day.  From there we got something to eat and
then did the Monkido which was an obstacle course suspended in the air
through the trees.  We offered to let Blake do the kids version, but he
wanted to try the adult one and you could see he was really challenging
himself to do the first level, but after what we'd just done, he wasn't
scared on it at all, especially since he was fastened into a safety harness
that wouldn't let him fall.

All in all he had an amazing day, as did the rest of us.  It was
outrageously expensive, but you only turn 12 once...unless you believe in
reincarnation and then who knows how many times. I don't think I believe in
reincarnation.  I did when I was one of the Knights of the Round Table, but
in today's world I think there are just too many people to bring them all
back.  We got home before dinner and while he ran to get cleaned up, I
checked my shorts to make sure I hadn't scared anything out of myself.  Our
guests arrived and Cory bounced in the door like Tigger with his Mom, and
announced his arrival.  He rushed to Blake and gave him a present as he
wished him a happy birthday.  As he handed it to him, apparently surprises
weren't in his dictionary.

"It's a video game that we can play together later," he announced as Blake
began to open it.  Why wrap it if you're just going to say what it is?  But
both boys seemed excited at the gift.  Cory explained the game in great
detail and insisted they play right after dinner.  My Mom and Dad arrived
and gave him a telescope which was pretty cool.  Now I'd be able to watch
for that invading planet Alex mentioned, Nimrod, Nibutoo, Nincompoop,
whatever...J.P. showed up and gave Blake a couple magic tricks to add to
his collection.  We had one of the best dinners we could with all Blake's
favorite foods as well as stuff for everyone else.  Of course we had the
cake with 12 candles that Cory assisted in blowing out.  We sang happy
birthday that had an additional ending from Cory.  "...you look like a
zombie and you smell like one too!"  His Mom told him off for it, but Blake
just giggled.  Blake took everyone out to the garage to show them what he
got, and after dinner we watched Cory and Blake play their video game,
until it was time for Cory to go home.

"Aww Mom, it's a special occasion.  I'm allowed to stay up until midnight
on special occasions," he complained.

"Who made that rule up?"  She asked looking at Jason.

"Me.  Seems only fair.  His birthday doesn't end until midnight, so we
gotta party hard."

"Well, it's not your birthday, and you have school tomorrow.  You can party
hard on your own birthday," she said knowing his was on a Friday.

"Whatever.  I can't wait until I'm a teenager so I can stay up all night,"
he complained.  "I guess I gotta go, Blake.  The warden is putting us in
lockdown."

I couldn't help but laugh.  He comes up with the strangest things
sometimes.  The boys gave each other fist bumps and blew it up as they ran
to the door together.  Blake waved and watched as they left.  He turned and
hugged all of us again and smiled.  He managed to stay awake for another
hour before falling asleep in front of the TV as we watched a movie.  I
carried him up to bed and tucked him in.

"He's a pretty amazing boy," my Mom said as I came back down.  "I just hope
that you're not spoiling him too much.  What happens if he gets adopted?"

"I don't want to think about it Mom.  I really don't.  Never mind being a
foster son.  He's like the brother I never had."  Jason punched me hard.
"I do love the kid and even if he's adopted, at least he'll have had some
fun while he was here and he'll have lots of things to take with him that
are his."

"Just don't fall too hard for him, son.  This could hurt you as much as
him."

"I know, but maybe they'd let us visit him or something."

"Not to burst your bubble, but I know from some past experiences that once
he's adopted, not only will they not let you visit, they probably won't
even tell you where he's gone.  I hope you're ready for that."

I wasn't and it was as if she had driven a giant sword through my heart and
then twisted it while pulling out all my fingernails and pouring salt on
me.  Never being allowed to see him again?  That would be the worst thing
in the history of worst things.  I choked back my feelings and changed the
subject.  They left shortly afterwards and the rest of us hung out and
watched another movie.  I had had the most amazing day, until my Mom
shattered my happy bubble.  We still had a big party to plan and that would
keep me busy.  I'm going to look into forming my own country and taking
Blake with me.  They'd have a hell of a fight taking him away then.  The
republic of Justin.  Justinopolis, Blaktin?  I'll work on the name after I
get official U.N. status.

Chad showed up the next day and we had turned Cory's old bedroom into a bit
of a classroom so that Blake could focus better than in his own room.
Jason and Colin had helped me with some of the things we needed like a
proper desk, whiteboard and notebooks, etc.  Blake already had a laptop
that he could use when necessary.  I left Chad and Blake alone for the
morning and resisted the urge to check on them every 15 minutes.  They took
a couple breaks, and at one point they went into the yard for half an hour
and it looked like there was some sort of lesson going on out there.  I
covertly watched Blake and he seemed to be paying attention and
participating.  Looks like I could add that to my list of amazing parenting
skills.  Only a couple more things and I'd get my merit badge for sure.

The next week went by quickly and it was finally time for the big birthday
extravaganza.  Jason and Colin had done a lot of the work as I kept Blake
out of the way, but from the plans we had it was going to be good.  Neither
Cory nor Blake knew what was going to happen and from the replies to the
invitations we sent out it was going to be huge.  I even managed to get
Blake's diving coach to contact the parents from his lessons to invite
them.  Some replies had questioned the location as we were holding it at
the only place where we knew we could do what we wanted...the Slam'r.  We
deliberately set it up for Sunday instead of Saturday as it would be easier
to set up and tear down when we didn't need the entire club for the
evening.  All Blake's friends and half his old class had replied that they
would attend and I was happy about that.  I hoped it wouldn't be too
overwhelming, but you don't know if you don't try.  I even invited Colleen,
the Social worker and she said she would love to attend.  My guess is she
was going to be checking it out to make sure it was age appropriate.
Perhaps holding it at a gay club wasn't the best start.  The party was
starting at 1pm and everyone had been in a last minute frenzy as I just
tried to keep Blake occupied.  Cory of course was phoning every five
minutes or texting Blake to see how things were going.  Once the limo
arrived, Blake jumped in looking amazing in some cool designer clothes.
Everyone seemed a lot calmer and the phones stopped tweeting and buzzing.
We arrived at Cory's and he flung the front door open with a big smile.  He
was looking as classy as Blake and they almost looked like twins by how
they'd dressed in similar clothes.  Their texting had been efficient.

"Happy Birthday to us!"  Cory said as he piled in the limo with Sheila.
The boys fist bumped again and we smiled at their antics.  Cory looked
through the limo and into the fridge.  "No Champagne?  It's a birthday
party you know?"  he said sitting back staring at us.

"A party for an 11 and 12 year old who are 7 and 8 years too young to drink
yet," Sheila reminded him.

"Geez Mom, you gotta lighten up.  Kids in Italy drink wine like kool-aid
when they're our age.  You gotta put your western idea logically stuff
aside and relax babe."  I suppressed a laugh and as I looked at Sheila she
was trying as well.

"Well, when you live in Italy, you can live like they do, BABE.  Meanwhile,
you live in Canada and my rules apply."

"This is what they call a dictatorship," Cory said to Blake who just
giggled.  "I think I'll write to the Prime Minister and complain...after
the party though."

I texted Jason to let him know that we were on our way.  As we pulled up at
the club, the first thing I noticed is that the big sign outside had been
covered and it was now a banner that said `Blake and Cory's Birthday
Spectacular.'  The boys pointed excitedly to it and had to have several
pictures taken under it on the red carpet that led to the entrance.  We had
even arranged one of the Hollywood premiere spotlights at the entrance.
The boy headed inside and the doorman welcomed them, dressed in a tuxedo.
As we got into the club it had been completely transformed.  The first
thing I noticed was that all inappropriate things had vanished, like the
vending machines that had dispensed condoms and lube were covered, posters
announcing upcoming events were gone, and the entrance to the Cell'r was
not only locked, the stairs were blocked from sight.  The place looked like
a night club version of a Chuck e Cheese.  The other thing that was missing
was people.  On all the screens was a countdown clock and it was almost at
zero.

`3...2...1' "SURPRISE!!"  Everyone yelled as they popped out from
everywhere.  It wasn't really a surprise, but kids love doing that, so why
not.  The screens lit up with `Happy Birthday Cory and Blake' and kids
started coming out of everywhere.  One of the rear walls moved to reveal
that the whole section had been turned into a giant arcade with tons of
free games.  In the main area was a bouncy house, (still a kid favorite)
and a giant inflatable slide came from the second floor all the way down to
a large ball pit using half the sunken dance floor.  The bars had been
changed to look like an old fashioned ice cream parlor where kids could get
sundaes, milkshakes, pop and whatever else they wanted.  A long counter
beside it had every kind of topping you could imagine and I had no doubt
that some parents would have either sick kids on their hands by the end of
the day, or they'd be so wired on sugar they wouldn't sleep until
Wednesday.  Everything about the place screamed kid party and there was no
indication that it was a gay nightclub at all.  There must have been 300
kids running around as Blake and Cory made their way to the main stage,
escorted by Jason and Kyle.

"Guys, this is insane.  I can't believe this," I said as I hugged them.

"The good thing is that we're leaving it like this for the club tonight.
That way we can write the expense off to the Slam'r and watch the reactions
of a few hundred gay guys as they get turned into kids.  Once Blake and
Cory got to the stage, the curtains opened and there were two big thrones
for them to sit in.  Colin and Alex brought out two crowns for them and a
big deal was made about proclaiming them kings for the day.

The LED displays lit up with pictures of the boys from the past few months
and all the things that they had got up to.  We couldn't go back further as
we didn't have pictures of Blake, so we kept it from when they became
friends.

"Guys, we have a lot of party ahead of us, but first things first.  We have
to start it off right by singing Happy Birthday," the DJ said over the
sound system.  "Is everyone ready?"  The kids all screamed yes.  "I can't
hear you.  Is everyone ready to sing?"  The kids screamed again and several
parents plugged their ears.  It was like being around 10 year old girls at
a Justin Bieber concert.

"Okay on three, we sing.  One...two...two and a half...  Wait!  Does
everyone know the words?  Should we put them up on the screen?"  He flashed
up the words on a few monitors and a bouncing ball appeared.  Cheesy but
funny, especially since the ball had a happy face.  "Okay, we're ready now.
On three.  One...two...wait wait.  I forgot something."  The kids groaned
and laughed.  The giant screen on the stage lowered down behind Cory and
Blake so that everyone in the club could see it.  The birthday boys could
see all the other screens easily enough.  "We need some help singing so we
invited a few people to help us keep the song in tune.  Guys, are you
ready?"  The kids screamed and then the whole place went silent as the
monitors changed to the five guys from One Direction standing on a stage
somewhere.

"Hi Cory good to see you again buddy.  Happy birthday!!  Blake, we haven't
met you yet, but hopefully we will when we're over at the house in July.
We've just finished a concert here in Manchester England, but there's no
way we could miss your birthdays.  So is everyone ready to sing Happy
Birthday with us," Harry said as the kids stood absolutely stunned.

Cory was smiling as proudly as he could as he waved at the guys.  The lads
(notice my use of the English term for `guys) began singing happy birthday
and everyone joined in.  Once they were finished and the cheering had
settled down, Niall took to the microphone and asked everyone if they would
like to start the birthday off with a couple songs.  Of course the whole
place screamed and when Niall asked Cory which song he'd like, Cory yelled
back `Live While We're Young'.  The DJ started the tune and One Direction
sang along.  It was the only way we could think to make it work over such a
long distance and have it loud enough.  Fortunately we had found out that
Blake like the song `One Thing' so when it was his time to pick, Cory
yelled it out for him and Blake nodded.  The videos of both songs played on
half the screens while the other half showed the boys playing live on
stage.  Once they were finished, all five guys wished the two boys a happy
birthday and told them they'd see them backstage on July 27th.  The guys
even took a little time to interact with some of the kids in the club by
answering a few questions.  I think the party could have ended after that
as nothing was going top it.  Once One Direction left, the DJ announced
some of the party things around the club and the music began.  Kids ran
everywhere and parents cowered in corners like trapped rodents.  The slide
into the ball pit was popular as were all the video games.  The music was
all clean versions of popular songs and the volume was kept to a reasonable
level.  Cory and Blake joined in with everything and hardly left each
others sides the entire time, even when their friends came up to say hi.
Colleen found me and shook my hand.

"This is one unbelievable party.  Isn't this a gay club at night?"

"Yeah.  Jason is the main owner with Colin and I as partners.  We couldn't
get BC place, so we figured this would have to do," I joked.

"Who are all these children?"

I shrugged a bit.  "Friends of both Cory and Blake, or at the very least,
people who know them and wanted to come to a birthday party.  We figured
that if they had lots of people around perhaps it could help Blake get back
to normal.  He did well on his play dates, so the principal helped us with
some of his old class."

"I must admit Justin, I had my doubts, but this is impressive.  No matter
what happens, I think everyone here, including Blake, will remember this
birthday party."

I didn't like the way she said `no matter what happens'.  The sounded so
ominous.  What's with these women popping my happy bubble?  Is it a chick
thing?  "Well we wanted it to be special as it was his first birthday
without his family and a birthday should never be a sad occasion.  Make
sure you get a sundae before the kids tear the bars apart," I laughed.  I
am sure that our bartenders had no idea what they agreed to do when they
signed up for this event.  They looked good though in their red and white
striped shirts like the old fashioned soda shoppes.  The kids looked like
they were having an amazing time and at about the halfway point, the music
stopped and the kids were all asked to sit on the floor in front of the
stage where they were treated to a magic show.  Not just a kid party magic
show, but a very impressive illusionist with magic that even impressed the
adults.  His final trick was to make a giant cake appear out of thin air
and invite Blake and Cory up to blow out the candles, which of course were
trick candles that kept relighting.  They invited dozens of other kids up
to try and blow them out and of course they couldn't.  One smart ass 12
year old wet his fingers and doused the candle.  It didn't take long after
that for others to follow.  I could see us needing a few hundred band-aids
for burnt fingers.  Once the candles were out, the DJ announced that cake
was available at all counters.  Probably a good thing they didn't use the
magic cake after hundreds of kids had blown and spit on it.  Kids could
care less, but parents might have had something to say.  After a giant
dragon raced around the LED lights and scared half the kids, balloons were
dropped from the ceiling as Cory and Blake's faces appeared on the walls
again with their ages.  It was completely over the tops, but the two boys
loved it and whenever they slowed down, they put their crowns back on.
Dancing wasn't a big part of the day, but video games, the giant slide and
bouncy house, along with unlimited food and ice cream treats made it quite
the amazing afternoon.  Slowly parents started to leave as they had enough
and all of them thanked us for the party.  If we're good at anything it's
parties.  Each kid was also given a bag of goodies to take home.  It was
larger than your average kids party bag, but not as large as gift bag for
presenting at the Oscars.  I saw Blake interacting with many boys his own
age and smiling nonstop.  Cory never left him alone for long, if ever, and
I was actually proud of him considering all the temptations.  It was like
Cory was the older brother looking out for the younger one, but I'm sure
that neither of them saw it that way.  I didn't envy the cleanup crew as
there was food everywhere, and despite leaving most of it set up for the
club tonight, it was going to take some work to put the place back
together.  I was exhausted.  One thing I hadn't noticed was when Colleen
left, but I hoped she was okay with our event.

 Sheila came up and gave us all a hug.  "I think you made the boy's
birthday something to remember.  God knows how we'll top this next year.  I
doubt if Cory will sleep at all this week.  Thank you for doing all this
for them."

"It was our pleasure," Jason told her.  "Next year, we'll give them each a
cupcake and a gift certificate to McDonald's while we stay home and sleep."

She laughed.  "You've met Cory right?  He'll probably start planning next
year's party as soon as he gets home.  You may have shot yourself in the
foot after this one."

"I'll buy him a motorcycle.  No party required after that," Jason grinned.

We rounded up the boys and herded them to the limo to take them home.  Cory
asked if Blake could stay over for a while and when Sheila gave in after
being verbally worn down by her son, we left them there with instructions
to call when she'd had enough.  The limo took us home and we felt
absolutely worn out.  Even a night of drinking, sex and dancing isn't as
tiring as a birthday party with a few hundred pre-teens.  But we'd done it.
The only thing left was Cory's actual birthday in a couple weeks and from
the sounds of it, it would be a simple dinner at their house with Blake
spending the night.  I'd make sure to get lots of sleep during the day for
the constant texts and phone calls that came with a sleepover.

The next morning Colin and I were woken up with a banging at the door as
Blake and Kyle entered carrying trays of food.  It looked like we were
getting breakfast in bed.  Blake handed me one tray as I sat up and put it
over my lap and Kyle gave Colin the other one.

"What's this for?"  Colin asked.

"I have no idea.  Blake was done making it all by the time I got to the
kitchen, so I just helped him carry it up," Kyle smiled as he shrugged.
"Enjoy, and good morning."  He turned and left as Blake crawled up the bed
to sit between us.  He was shirtless and in his flannel lounge pants, which
I thought was such a good look for him.  He lifted the covers and got under
them and wiggled his butt until he was comfortably propped up against the
pillows to watch us.  There was so much food on the tray that I wondered if
we were feeding others afterwards.  He smiled as we began to eat.  I
wouldn't need any more food all day.  I looked at Blake and he was watching
each mouthful of food as we picked it up.

"Are you hungry Blake?  You should join us.  I don't think we're gonna be
able to eat all this."  He grinned and his eyes widened as he reached under
the covers and brought out a knife and fork that he must have had in his
pant pocket.  He started to help himself to the things he liked like the
waffles and bacon.  I wondered why he'd given each of us half a packet of
bacon each.  Now I knew.  He tried my coffee and his face showed his
displeasure with it quickly as he put it down and drank some of my orange
juice.  Once he was done, he let out a large belch which caused Colin and I
to laugh.

"That's my boy," Colin said ruffling his hair.  "With all this food, I
think I'm too full to move," he said as he put the tray on the floor beside
the bed and leaned back.  He put his arms behind his head and Blake copied
him.  Where was my camera when I needed it?  I put my tray down and slid
down the bed a bit to let the food digest.  That was one hell of a
breakfast and I could certainly get used to being served in bed.  I felt
like royalty.  Maybe we should hire a butler to do it every day from now
on.  Of course my type of butler would probably also take care of my other
morning needs too.  Just one of those things I look for in a man servant.

We hung out for another 10 minutes before moving.  Colin got up first and
wandered off to the bathroom.  Blake snuggled up to me and I put my arm
around him as he threw his leg over mine to get closer.  With his head on
my chest I felt comfortable, but I wondered if I smelled bad at all.  Plus
my mind was also thinking about Colin in the shower and I wanted to go and
join him.  I was torn between hanging with Blake and going to get some
morning entertainment with my hubby.  Now I know why married couples don't
have sex as often.  The kids are in the way.  Then by the time the kids
move out, the couple are in their 40's and too old to have sex.  I should
write a book about it.  Blake moved and sat on top of me crushing my nuts.
It's a good thing he was wearing pants or this could have been awkward.  I
opened my legs slightly to let them drop out of the way and inched him up
slightly so that it wasn't uncomfortable.  He crossed his arms and leaned
down onto my chest so we were nose to nose as he stared at me.  I almost
had to go cross-eyed to see him.  Then he kissed my nose and giggled.

"You're one crazy dude, buddy, but I love you anyway.  I have no idea what
you're up to today, but I kinda like all the attention," I smiled as I
kissed his nose in return.  He giggled and lay on top of me until Colin
came out of the bathroom wrapped in his towel.

"Oh, so that's what happens when I'm not here," he laughed.

"Yep, you've been replaced.  I have a new blanket to keep me warm at
night," I laughed.  "Have you had a shower yet Blake?"  He shook his head.
"Well, you should go have one and we can get on with our day.  We're gonna
have to do something to work off all this food."  I did my best to throw
him to the side of the bed and he scrambled back across me to get out.  He
could just as easily have gone out the other side, but apparently climbing
over me was more interesting.  He stood waiting.

"You could just go back to your room for a shower, you know," I smiled.  He
crossed his arms again and frowned.  "Fine," I conceded and got out of bed.
As I walked past Colin, I gave him a kiss.  "Morning Babe.  So much for our
wake up fun."

"I think this was just as much fun," he smiled.

I put my hand to his forehead.  "Nope, you don't have a fever, so you can't
be delusional," I laughed.  "You'll have to be twice as good tomorrow."  I
headed into the shower where Blake had already gotten the water going and
dropped his pants.  I turned my back to him and took my morning piss and
then joined him in the shower.  I washed his hair, which I had to admit was
becoming a regular routine and one I almost looked forward to.  It would be
a shame when he was too old to have his hair washed.  I'd have to get Jason
or Kyle to get on their knees so I could wash their hair after that, but no
doubt with them at that level, more than just hair washing would happen.
Blake's long curly hair was just so soft that it was nice to run your
finger through, plus his antics trying to keep the soap off his face were
fun to watch too.

The only thing I hated about sharing a shower with someone was that you
couldn't just stand there and enjoy the hot water running over you, and
with Blake, the temperature had to be less than what I normally like.  I
figure giving the kid second degree burns might not look good on the social
services report.  Plus the showers were always shorter too.  I like a nice
long morning shower.  If Chad had been here to tutor Blake on a Monday, I
could have spent the morning in the hot tub, but since he wasn't, Blake and
I ended up going for bike ride.  We went all the way to the Grind'r for a
morning visit with Alex and the staff, before riding back.  Then later it
was back to the pool for diving lesson number two.  I sat next to the woman
I had met last week and we chatted for a bit as the boys had their lesson.
Many parents just dropped their kids off or the kids showed up on their
own.  I wanted to watch Blake and take an interest, plus there was more
than enough eye candy in the pool to keep me interested if nothing was
happening in the diving lessons.  I took lots of pictures of the hot semi
naked guys running around in other parts of the pool.  I almost leapt over
the railing as I saw one stunning guy I wanted.  He looked about my age and
twice as cute.  I know what you're thinking.  You're thinking `but Justin,
how is that possible?  You're the hottest guy on the planet.  No guy could
look better than you.'  Now while that's true, this guy had made it on my
to do list.  No doubt he was straight, which gave him a couple extra
hotness points.  Nothing is hotter than a challenging cute straight boy.
But my obsession was short lived as he vanished into the change room and I
refocused on watching Blake who seemed fearless as he dove off the board
into the water.  Each dive seemed to be getting better and better.  What I
did notice is that he interacted with the other kids pretty well and the
one I met last week, Warren, seemed to be coming a friend.  Like last week,
the longest part of the lesson was waiting for them to come out of the
shower, and like last week, I had to go in to retrieve them from the
showers.  This time there were four guys hanging out under the spray.  It
seemed like the thing to do as they just stood there with water pouring
over them.  Blake was the smallest guy and the oldest seemed about 16 or
17, but I wasn't sure if they were all in the same diving class or not as
there was a lot of stuff going on in the complex.  I got Blake out of the
water and as I turned, I bumped right into the hot guy I had seen earlier.
He was naked and I couldn't help but check him out while apologizing.

"You're either Justin or Jason, right?" the guy said smiling at me.

"Justin," I replied surprised that he knew me and somewhat flattered.

"I'm Kirby.  We went to school together," he smiled.  I scrambled through
all the drawers in my brain to see if I could remember him, but I was
drawing a blank.

"Sorry, I don't remember you," I said quietly.

"No big deal.  It was a big school and I've changed a lot since then.  I
used to be a skinny nerd with zits and long hair."

"Well, you're sure not that now," I said a bit too quickly, looking at his
short brown hair, chiselled jaw and perfect pecs and abs, and don't even
get me started on the rest of him.

"Yeah, I've been working out a lot and finally outgrew the nerd phase."

"Fuck, I'll say.  I guess some guys really do get better with age," I said
hoping I wasn't drooling.

"Thanks.  And some stay good looking all the time," he replied.  Was he
hitting on me, because that would be super.  I'd do him right there in the
locker room in front of everyone.  "Is that your brother or something?"

"No, that's Blake.  He's my son," I said proudly.

"You're son?  What did you have him when you were 10?"  he smiled.

"8 actually.  I was a stud at an early age."

"And straight, apparently," he laughed.

"Well, you know how confusing sex can be for an 8 year old.  Didn't know I
disliked girls at that age.  Thought you could just poke and squirt anyone.
He's my foster son, actually."

"He looks so much like you that I was sure he was your brother."

"We should catch up sometime, and I'm sorry I didn't remember you."

"No worries, at least you weren't one of those assholes in school that
bullied me or anything, so you win points for that," he smiled.  "Probably
the reason I worked out so hard."

"Well it paid off.  You're pretty hot, if you don't mind me saying."

He smiled.  "I don't mind at all.  I'd love to catch up.  See what we've
been up to since school."

I gave him my phone and he put his number in it, and as he did I checked
out the rest of his body.  Damn, how could I have missed a guy this hot at
school?  I followed him back to his locker and almost grabbed his ass a few
times to see how it felt.  I gave him my number and we agreed to get
together soon.  By the time I said goodbye to him I had one hell of an
erection and almost forgot Blake as I thought about heading home.
Fortunately he stepped in front of me all dressed, brushed and ready to go.
Warren was with him and I tried to covertly adjust my erection so that it
wouldn't be obvious.  Not the best impression to give Warren's Mom as we
exited the change room.

We were into a regular routine and tomorrow would be back to tutoring until
the weekend when we'd think of activities to do.  Pretty routine.  I love
routine, or as they say in some cultures, a rut.  A big stinking rut.
Where's a fiscal cliff when you need one.  The only way to cure a bad guy
in a rut is a good guy in a rut.  Yeah, that saying just isn't working
anymore.  I'll get out my shovel and dig my way out of the rut myself.
Wait...digging a hole to get out of a rut.  Doesn't that make the rut
bigger?  Has anyone noticed what a stupid word, rut, is?


End of Chapter.

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