Date: Wed, 3 Feb 2016 13:55:19 -0800
From: True Fan <truefanauthor@gmail.com>
Subject: Priorities - Book I - Chapter 3 (gay/young-friends)

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Priorities
Chapter 3


*** ~~~ Bobby ~~~ ***


"I think he'll be the perfect addition to our family, Dad," I said to my
father on the phone. He and I had been discussing what we'd need to do if
we chose to make Trevor's adoption final.


"Don't you worry about it, Bobby. If this is what you want, I can make it
happen. I'll cut through all the usual bullshit and we'll get it done." He
said, confidently.


"Nick is showing him around the house. I think the boy actually has a
puppy-love crush on my husband. Maybe I should be jealous!" I laughed.


"Bobby, even though I had my priorities all out of whack, I've come to
realize that Nick is a very desirable person. He's honest, kind,
compassionate... all of the things your mother was..." He started to choke
up saying this.


"Dad, I miss her too. When would you like to come over and meet Trevor?" I
asked.


"Well, how about I come by tomorrow morning about eleven. We can talk a bit
and maybe go out for lunch?"


About this time, Nick called up to me that he was taking Trevor to get some
clothes... poor kid. Nick can be a demon when he gets in shopping mode. I'm
sure they'll spend more than the national budget for a small country by the
end of the afternoon.


"Sounds good, Dad. We'll see you then.  By the way, remember that
investment you told me I'd be crazy to get into? You know, that tech
start-up?"


"Yes, I know, I've been following it. How much did you get?" He asked.


"Dad, let's just say that what I made on that transaction would allow me to
repay what I had in my trust fund six or seven times. You should have
gotten a piece yourself." I boasted.


"Who's to say I didn't." Dad laughed.


We continued talking business for a while then ended the call. I went to
the kitchen to get myself a snack and sat at the table in the kitchen
thinking. I was sure I wanted to adopt, and my gut feeling was that Trevor
was the right boy. I couldn't help but be nervous though. Were Nick and I
ready to take on this kind of responsibility? The boy's gay, he told us
that himself, how will we handle the kinds of questions he'll ask? What
about when he starts dating? I know one thing for sure though... When he
comes to me to tell me about his boyfriend, I won't treat him like I was
treated. I know we've forgiven dad for the way he acted, but the emotional
toll is still there. That's a wound that will take a very long time to
heal.


*** ~~~ Trevor ~~~ ***


We got to the mall and Nick almost dragged me through the parking lot to
get to the first store. He was funny the way he was acting. We got to the
boy's department and he started rummaging through the racks saying things
like, "No way!" and "Anyone who'd force a child to wear this should be
drawn and quartered."


He removed a shirt and looked at it. He turned his head kind of half
sideways then back, then held the shirt in front of me. "This one might be
nice, it brings out your eyes." He set that one aside and looked for more.


By the time he was done, he'd chosen twelve shirts. He added them to the
pile along with the two I'd picked, then moved to the pants. He asked me if
I had a favorite style, and I told him I'd never thought about it.


He asked me what size I wore and I told him. He then pulled out four
different styles and showed them to me. They were all cool.


"Go try these on, one at a time, and come out so I can see." He asked.


I took the first pair into the dressing room and put them on. Looking in
the mirror, I liked what I saw. I went out to see Nick who looked me over
then asked me to turn around. He looked, holding his finger at his lips and
finally spoke.


"Those are nice, but I think they show your butt too much. I'm afraid all
the boys will stare at my handsome son too much with you wearing
those. Here, try these on." He said, handing me another pair. He called me
his son! Now I understood that little dance he did in my room when he saw
Roger's picture. I wanted to do one myself... but I didn't.


I wound up trying on like twenty pairs of pants. Next he said, "Underwear."
I got a little nervous. I was hoping he wouldn't want me to model those
too. I'm sure I was blushing because he looked at me and kind of grinned.


We went to the boy's underwear section and he asked me if I had a
preference. I told him that all they bought us at the orphanage was the
normal white ones. I kind of kept looking at some bikini briefs and thought
they were sexy, but I was too embarrassed to say anything. He told me that
he'd get me a few packages of several types and I could decide for myself
which ones I liked. As he was putting aside different types, I took a
package of the bikini ones and added it to the pile. I think he saw me
because he grinned again, but didn't say anything.


Once we'd finished as he was paying, he'd gotten me shirts, pants,
underwear, shoes (six pairs), t-shirts, a couple of hats, jackets, coats,
sweaters, and even some boardshorts. I went over to the clearance table and
was looking around. I came across something and laughed. There, on the
table was a onesie pajama in my size, it was green and the sleeves had
extensions to make them look like leaves. The top was a hood that looked
like the petals of a flower. It was no wonder it was marked down from
$80.00 to $5.00. I got a funny idea. I took the garment up to the register
and looked at him.


"I kinda like these, Daddy." I had to try out calling him that. The look on
the sales guy's face was funny when I called Nick that.


Nick looked at the outfit and laughed, "Oh, you'd look cute in that!"
Before I could tell him I was joking he told the clerk to add it to the
bill.


There were so many packages to carry! We got to the car and put everything
in the trunk and I started heading to the passenger door when Nick said,
"Oh no, we're not done yet, that was only the first store."


My eyes bugged out as he grabbed my hand and dragged me back into the
mall. Next stop was a swimwear shop. "Bobby and I usually go naked when we
swim at the house or use the hot-tub, but I'm not sure you'd be comfortable
with that."


I'm sure I blushed again thinking of seeing them naked. But on another
level, it seemed okay. "I don't think I'd mind seeing you swim naked," I'm
sure I blushed a very deep shade of red, but hesitantly continued, "and I
also don't think I'd mind my dads seeing me, but we should get some for
when we have people over." I said.


Nick winked at me. He really winked! Good sign. "Ok, how about we get a
couple speedos and a couple regular trunks." He asked. I nodded, and he
went off choosing what he thought I should get.


By the end of the afternoon, we'd shopped in four stores, he'd spent a
couple thousand dollars on my new wardrobe. More than I think the orphanage
had spent on my clothing since I arrived there when I was four. We got back
into the car and started for home. Home. It feels good thinking about it
that way.


"Did you mind when I called you Daddy at the store?" I asked hesitantly. "I
wanted to try it out but now I think maybe you will think I was trying to
manipulate you."


He pulled the car over and turned to look directly into my eyes. "Trevor, I
know you weren't trying to manipulate me. And to be honest, I had to stifle
a tear when you did call me that. We've only known each other a few hours,
but I already know I want you to be my son, if you'll have Bobby and I."


I threw off my seatbelt and jumped over the seat and into his arms. I cried
on his shoulder, "I love you Daddy." I could tell he was crying also.  We
hugged a few minutes then I got back into my seat and buckled up. Nick
wiped his eyes, put the car back in gear and we headed home.


When we got to the gate, Nick asked me to reach up and hit the button to
open it. I'm sorry, I'm thirteen and never saw things like this... it was
cool.


We went inside and called Bobby to help unload my stuff. He took one look
in the trunk, then the back seat which were both stuffed, looked at Nick
and shook his head when he said, "I told Dad you'd probably spend more than
the budget of a small country. I was wrong, it looks like you spent enough
to buy a small country."


I got a little nervous hearing him say that, and I think he noticed. He
turned to me and said, "Trevor, it's Nick's way. Just like it's my way to
joke with him about it. I'm not mad, not in any way, and I'm happy he's
happy doing things like this for you.  After all, you are our son, and you
have to look the part."


Again I threw myself in his arms. He called me their son! This was going to
happen and I was the happiest boy on the planet, maybe in the universe at
that point. Sobbing I told him, "Dad, I love you and Daddy so much, I'm so
happy we found each other!"


"Hmm... Dad and Daddy... I kind of like that. Okay, Sport, let's get this
stuff inside and put away, then you can model some of it for us... we'll
have the first "Trevor Matthews Runway Performance."


I looked at them and asked, "Can I change my last name if you guys adopt
me?"


They turned to each other and did their silent communication thing then
Bobby turned to me and asked, "What would you like your last name to be?"


"I want to be called Trevor King-Peterson, for both of you." I said softly,
looking at the ground.


Nick was crying, Bobby looked at me and even though his voice was choked up
he said, "I think that's the perfect name."


*** ~~~ Nick ~~~ ***


I didn't know it was possible to love someone as quickly and I have
accepted Trevor as my own to love and nurture. It feels as if he were part
of me that was missing, part of my soul. If he were older, I know I'd be
`in love' with him as much as I am in love with Bobby. He comes up with the
exact right things to say. Mind you, I'm not naïve, I haven't
forgotten that kids in Trevor's situation can try to make you think of them
in a positive way. But, here I don't feel like he's doing that, not since
the first or second practiced expression I saw him use at the orphanage. In
just a few short hours we've bonded in a way that, to me, is just amazing!


Bobby and I helped him unload his things from the car and brought them to
his room. Bobby helped put things away and saw the pajamas.  He held them
up and looked at me.  "Who's idea were these?"


I laughed as Trevor blushed saying, "I actually showed them to Daddy as a
joke, but he said we should get them."


"Well, I think you'd be cute wearing them, try them on... come on.. let us
see you in them!" I said enthusiastically. What Trevor did next shocked me
a little. Right in front of Bobby and I he stripped off all his clothes and
stood there naked! We chose not to mention what he'd done, we didn't want
to make him feel as if he had done something wrong. But I can't help but
think he did it on purpose.


I couldn't help but notice he was a beautiful boy, in all ways. I could
also notice Bobby looking and I know from his expression he was in total
agreement.  Trevor pulled on the onesie, pulled the hood over his head and
looked at us. He was absolutely adorable.


Bobby was laughing and so was I.  Our little imp was standing there with a
grin like a cat who'd swallowed a canary. He went to remove the garment and
I stopped him.


"No, leave it on. At least for now, you're too cute in it and I want to
remember you in it." Trevor blushed and at that moment we noticed the
flash.  Bobby had taken Trevor's picture in that outfit with the camera on
his phone.


Trevor looked at him and pleaded with Bobby to never show it to
anyone. Bobby chuckled and said, "You better be a good boy, or a friend of
mine at the TV station would love to end the nightly news segment this!
This is viral material!" Trevor's jaw dropped for a moment until he smiled
then gave Bobby a hug.


We finished unpacking and putting things away when I told Trevor to get
dressed in some nice clothing, we were going out for dinner.  Bobby and I
then left the room, so he could get dressed.


*** ~~~ Trevor ~~~ ***


I can't believe I did that. At the orphanage we never worried about getting
naked. Everyone saw everyone and it wasn't a big deal. When they told me to
change, I just changed. It wasn't until I noticed them looking at me that I
realized what I'd done. I was SO embarrassed. But then I thought, these are
my parents, it's not weird for parents to see their kids naked, is it?


So, after they left I took off the pajamas and stood there looking at
myself in the full length mirror. I guess I looked okay. I only had the
kids at the orphanage to compare to, but you learn not to stare for too
long. Doing so had its own consequences.


I went into my bathroom and took a quick shower, only to find out there
were way too many knobs. I finally figured them out, sorta, and took my
shower, it felt wonderful. I quickly dried off and then I got dressed in
probably the coolest outfit I've ever owned. After hearing what Bobby and
Nick were talking about and the way they said it I knew I was
home. Although it was not official yet, I felt like I had my new parents.


I went downstairs and saw Dad and Daddy sitting on the couch. I stood in
front of them, "How do I look?" I said, as I turned around modeling my
outfit for them.


"Boy, you clean up nicely!." Bobby said.


"Most handsome boy I've ever seen, except for Bobby, of course." Nick said
with a smile. I blushed.


"Ok, Sport, let's get out of here and fill that belly of yours." Bobby said
as he swatted my behind. We got in the car and Bobby took off. We ended up
at a restaurant that looked more fancy than I had ever imagined one could.
There was a guy there who Bobby gave the car keys to. Nick explained to me
what a Valet was.


We walked into the restaurant and the man behind a podium saw us and said,
"Mr. King, Mr. Peterson, so nice to see you again. Who is this handsome
young lad you have with you?"


"Hello Henri, this is the son we're in process of adopting, Trevor, say
hello to Henri Duchamp. He owns this restaurant and is a very old friend of
my father." Bobby said.


"Hello, Mr. Duchamp, it's very nice to meet you, sir." I replied as I
offered my hand for him to shake.


He took my hand and shook before saying, "Oh my! He has such good manners
also! Trevor, please feel free to call me Henri. Please follow me, and I'll
bring you to our finest table." I felt important. I felt like I belonged,
it felt really good. Mental note: it's pronounced "AHn-REE"


We sat at a table off to one side of the dining room. When I looked at the
menu I could barely understand a word. It was all in a foreign language. I
did notice the prices and they were definitely not cheap. I guess they
sensed my confusion because Nick turned to me and said, "Don't worry, I can
either tell you what it says or I can order for you, is there anything you
don't like to eat?"


"Um, I dunno... we never had fancy food at the orphanage, but I don't
remember anything I really hated. Just order for me, but please show me
what it was so I can learn the name." I said.


He pointed at an item that said, "Ragoût du Chasseur avec des
légumes et pommes de terre" and explained it was something called a
hunter's stew with vegetables and potatoes. That sounded good, so he
explained how to pronounce it properly. When the waiter came I was able to
order myself, which was a reward in itself.


However, I kept repeating it to myself and when a waiter came over I just
blurted it out. Everyone laughed until Bobby explained he was just there to
take our drink orders. I guess I blushed several shades of red before
realizing it was funny and laughed along with them.


He took our drink orders and left, returning a few minutes later to give
them to us. Henri approached and asked if we knew what we wanted. Bobby
ordered for Nick and himself then Henri turned to me. I proudly said what I
wanted in French and he acted all impressed. "Perfect accent, Trevor. Are
you sure you haven't spoken Français before?"


I smiled and told him I hadn't. He made me feel really good, before he left
he said he was sending over a plate of assorted hors d'oeuvres, which Nick
explained meant appetizers. Our conversation was really just normal stuff
until a man stopped at our table.


Bobby stood up and hugged him and said, "Dad, what are you doing here?"


I looked at the man and he did look like an older version of Bobby. The man
replied, "Well, I have to eat too, I am just fortunate you chose the same
place I did. May I join you?"


Bobby said, "Of course. Dad, we want you to meet your future grandson,
Trevor. Trevor, this is my father, Nathan King."


I stood and offered my hand as I said, "It's nice to meet you Mr. King."


He ignored my hand and pulled me into a hug as he said, "Trevor, good
manners will get you far in life, but you're my grandson, so I'll not have
any of the Mr. King, crap. Call me Grandpa, and I'll be happy."


I hugged him and couldn't help but shed a tear as I said, "Hi, Grandpa!"


Henri came over and took grandpa's order as we all sat and talked. Grandpa
wanted to know everything about me and what we'd done since we got home
from the orphanage. I left out the part about getting naked in front of my
dads. Bobby showed grandpa the picture of me in my flower suit and we all
laughed about it. He said he wanted Bobby to get an 8X10 print of it framed
for his desk at the office. I was totally embarrassed.


They brought our appetizers and I got to try a lot of new things. One that
I really liked, Nick told me were called `Reblochon Tarts' and were these
little pastries topped with onions, potatoes, bacon, and cheese. They were
yummy!


We talked as a family when dinner was delivered. My stew was, as Henri
taught me, délicieux, which means delicious. When we'd finished our
main course, Henri came over with a cart. The cart had a burner on it and a
frying pan. He turned it on and allowed the pan to get kind of hot then
added some butter and brown sugar.  Then he added some fresh cherries. When
it was almost done, he took a bottle and poured something into it, then
tilted the pan and it almost exploded with fire. It was totally awesome to
watch. The waiter brought us dishes of ice cream and Henri dished out the
cherries over it. He said it was a dessert designed by a famous French chef
named Escoffier. I didn't know any of that, but it tasted fantastic.


When we'd finished dinner, Henri came over and told us that he was
presenting the dinner to us as a welcome to me at no charge. I was
shocked. Bobby thanked him and took a hundred dollar bill out of his wallet
and asked Henri to give it to his staff.


Then we got up and I gave grandpa another hug. He told me he'd see me
tomorrow. Bobby then told me he was originally coming over tomorrow to meet
me and then we'd go to lunch. We thanked Henri again for the dinner and
left the restaurant.


As we left the restaurant the valet guy approached. Bobby gave him a paper
and the guy took off. Bobby handed me a twenty dollar bill and told me to
give it to the guy when he brought us back our car.


When he did, I gave him the bill and he looked at it before saying, "Thanks
Kid, best tip I've gotten all night!" He then opened the back door for me
and as I got in he smiled at me.


We drove back home and sat in the living room. I was so full! I've never
eaten that much in my life! We talked a bit more when Bobby said, "It's
still early, anyone want to go relax in the hot tub?"


My jaw dropped at the thought of even having a hot tub. I had never been in
one before, so I said it would be cool. Bobby told me to get my swimsuit
on. I paused a moment and when Nick saw the expression on my face he asked
me, "Is there a problem, Trevor?"


I was embarrassed a little and softly asked, "Before I came here, did you
guys really just go naked in the pool and hot tub?"


Nick replied, "Yes, Trevor, we did, but we thought you would be embarrassed
going naked with us. We didn't want to make you uncomfortable or feel
forced into anything."


I looked at both of them before saying, "At the orphanage we didn't really
have any modesty. It was all boys and we'd shower and stuff with others all
the time, so I'm not embarrassed about my body. I don't want you to have to
change everything about your lives just because I might be here from now
on. I hope so, but..." I trailed off.


Bobby stood and wrapped me in a hug as he said, "Trevor, as far as I am
concerned and I know Nick feels the same way when I tell you that this is
your home now. We want you to be our son forever."


I hugged him tight and cried into his chest. After a few minutes, I said,
"Ok, last one naked and in the hot tub is a rotten egg!" Then I broke out
of Bobby's arms and ran to the pool house throwing clothes off as I ran.


They chased me and by the time we'd arrived we were all naked. Bobby held
me back while Nick got in the hot water then let me go so I could get
in. It was really really hot, especially when my balls hit the water. I got
in the rest of the way and it felt really good.


*** ~~~ Nick ~~~ ***


Is this boy special, or what? Now that we're in the hot tub, sitting as if
on the points of an equilateral triangle, the conversation is like anyone
would expect from a family that's been together for years, not hours. He's
just so natural talking about his feelings, his desires, dreams, and hopes.


I am glad that Bobby was the one to tell him that we wanted him as our
son. Bobby is the brains in our relationship, and I am its heart. It's
wonderful that Bobby showed his heart for a change. Having Trevor here will
be fantastic for both Bobby and I.


We talked for nearly an hour before I said, "It's been almost an hour,
Trevor, you should be getting out, heading upstairs, and getting ready for
bed. Please remember to shower before getting into bed to wash off the
chemicals from the hot tub."


He went over to Bobby and gave him a kiss on the cheek and a hug. Bobby
looked at me and I thought I saw a tear in his eye. I wasn't able to
confirm it though before Trevor came over to me and gave me the same
treatment. After hopping out of the hot tub, he stood there in all his
glory, more beautiful than any of the statues done by the Greek masters and
said, "Thanks for wanting to be my dads, I know I'm gonna love it here, and
I love you both, good night." With that he turned and walked slowly toward
the house, picking up his clothes as he went along.


I turned to my husband and said, "I think we made the right choice,
babe. He's everything we wanted. Intelligent, compassionate, and he's
gay. It was totally unlikely he'd ever have been adopted." Damn, it sounds
so cold, talking about him as if he's something instead of somebody.


"You're right, and I agree, he's perfect. Now I need to do what's necessary
to make sure he can stay with us permanently. He'll probably have to go
back to the orphanage for a day or two, three at most before we can bring
him home permanently." Bobby said.


Bobby and I talked for about thirty minutes more before I felt I should go
and check on Trevor. I went back to the house, picking up Bobby's clothes
along with my own, stopped by our bedroom to drop off the laundry and put
on my robe.


As I approached Trevor's door, I heard him crying. I knocked on his door
before entering. He was laying there on his tummy, still sans clothing,
staring at the picture of Roger, tears falling down his cheeks.


I sat on the bed next to him and as he looked over at me, I wiped his tears
from his cheeks with my thumb. "You miss him, don't you." I said, more a
statement than a question.


"Yeah, he's my best friend. I didn't know he was gay until today. I've had
a crush on him for a while now, and I think I truly love him." He said
softly.


I couldn't say what I was thinking. Mainly because I didn't know if we
could even do it, but also because I didn't want to give him any false
hopes. I merely told him, "Trevor, you will most likely have many loves in
your life, but if it's truly meant for you and Roger to be together, it'll
happen. No force on earth can keep true love apart. Look at Bobby and
me. We came from different worlds, but it was meant to be. Even his father
couldn't keep us apart. I have no doubt you'll find a love as strong as the
one Bobby and I share. We can talk more tomorrow, but you need to get your
cute naked butt in bed and get some sleep. Grandpa will be here tomorrow."


I bent down and kissed his forehead and he hugged me again saying, "I love
you Daddy." I told him I loved him too and bid him good night. After I
closed his door, I leaned back and cried my own tears for the pain he was
feeling. I needed to do something.


Bobby met me in our bedroom. I looked at him and he knew I needed to talk
to him. He sat next to me, took my hands, and said, "You need me to do
something more, don't you, babe."


"I went to check on him and he was crying over a boy he loves, Bobby. One
of his roommates, Roger. Is there any way?" I asked him with my emotions
clearly on display.


He inhaled a deep breath and released it. "I don't know. It's going to be
hard enough trying to adopt one, but two? I'll have to talk to dad and see
what he says. You know I'll move heaven and earth for you, babe, but I'm
not sure this is in any way doable."


"Bobby, try. Not for me, but for your son. That's all I can ask." I hugged
him and we got into bed. We held each other close and fell asleep.


...to be continued...