Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2008 11:10:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Larry_c_@excite.com
Subject: My Brothers Kids ...chap 20

Same warnings and admonitions as always. This is a FICTION work; I do not
support doing things with under-aged youth in real life! Hope you don't
either! ENJOY!

We left off:

As tears began forming in Case's eyes, and his lip began to quiver, it
dawned on Eaton what Case had seen! ...

      "Aw, Shit! Case! You mean you saw Dad and me? Uh ... did you hear the
conversation too? I mean the part about if it was OK for Joey to be under
18, why not me ... and all that?"

      "Yeah ...(sniff) ... and also how you were gonna keep it a secret
from me too! That part hurts the most! Well ... except for the fact that he
must love you more than he does me! It's not fair!"


My Brother's Kids Are Now Mine
Chapter Twenty

      "Case, it's not a question of being `fair'! Dad loves you as much as
he does me! It's a crazy idea to even think he feels differently about you
than me. I'm the one that got all that started, not him. He was trying so
hard not to do things with either you or me!"

      "So ... it's OK if he does sex with Joey, but it's not for us? That
sucks! Joey's not even family. It's not right that Korey does it with him,
either...'cause Kor's over 18 now, and Joey isn't! ... at least until he
got `mancipated."

      "Duh, Little Brother!  Kor shouldn't be doing stuff with us either,
if that's the basis of your argument! Kor is like Dad's partner, and just
`cause he turned 18 doesn't change the fact that we were all kids when we
started together in scouts and during babysitting. Dad waited till Kor was
old enough before he did anything with him. The rest of us have been
pressing Dad way too hard just to satisfy our own pleasure needs. That's
the part that ain't fair! We're the ones trying to break Dad down. All he's
tried to do it keep us protected, and to take no chances about legally
losing us...and believe me, it's because he loves us so much. It's sure not
because he doesn't want to love us that way. He wants to so bad that he can
taste it! You gotta understand that, Case...you gotta!"

      "I guess you're right, Eaton ... I gotta think of him, too ... not
just me! Thanks, Bro ... I figure I can handle it now. But to be honest
... I wish Dad could stop worryin' about bein' found out! None of us would
even think about callin' the cops or nuthin'! Shit! I want Daddy to love me
that way more than anything! I want us all to be free to share any way we
wanna!"

      "Well, Case ... maybe someday we can. I hope so, too. Maybe if Dad
can work it out, it'll happen. But for now, just don't take it as a
personal thing against you."

      "OK ... but are you gonna stop pushin' him too? `Cause if you still
do things ... I'm gonna try too!"

      "Tell ya what! Maybe we both ought'a talk to Dad and let him know how
we're thinkin' and feelin'. Maybe he'll have a good suggestion on how to
handle it the best. What'a ya say, Bro?"

      "I say ... yeah! Daddy'll be fair in how he figures it out for us!
That's cool!"

The boys cuddled close and drifted off to sleep in each other's arms; no
longer feeling like something was going to tear them apart through
unfounded jealousy.

Meanwhile, over at the condo ...

      "I'm so happy that I'm legally an adult now, Kor ... you and I can be
as free as we want to be because there's no longer an age problem."

      "Yeah, Joey ... that part's right! But ... uh ... what about the fact
that Larry and I are kind'a like `married', sort'a? I mean ... I know
Larry's given us permission and all, but ... it's only because he is so
tied up with school things and other parts of his busy schedule that he
knows we both to be taken care of more than he's able to do. Yeah, I said
both of us ... and not just me! He loves us both that much, Joey!"

      "Both of us? Fuck that noise! I betcha he's thinking about a change
of job and movin' to a different state just so he gets you back all to
himself! He's just being tolerant of us doin' it until he can fuck it all
up by moving away with you!"

      "G D It, Joey! That's bullshit, and you know it! Haven't you figured
it out yet? As far as Larry is concerned, we're a threesome! Fuck, Dude!
Why the hell do you think he pushed your chances for emancipation so hard
and fast? Why do you think he made you the new Student Director? Why does
he have you watch the boys so often, allowing you to train them in scouting
... or let you have the condo? Then there's the part of working for you to
be able to keep Billy, and even finding you a job to help you meet the
self-supporting clause! You're just as much a part of this family as I
am. Use your brain, Slick!"

      (A couple minutes of total silence, and then a light bulb goes on
over Joey's head...)  "I guess that if there was a way for him to
accomplish it, he'd even take me and Billy with you guys, huh!"

      "Either that, Joey, or he'd decide to stay here and take his chances
on being `outed' and ruined, rather than having to split us all up! Go
figure! That's how much Larry loves all of us, Man! You're finally getting
the picture!"

      "Uh...Kor? I'm all settled about that stuff now ... but are you still
comfy about us doin' it ... I mean, if you'd rather wait for Larry to
satisfy you, I'll understand!"

      "If Larry didn't think of us as a threesome, I'd feel like I was
being a little unfaithful ... but like I told ya, he approves ... so, let's
just settle back, have a time of warm-up exercises, and then get to
business! This time, I think I can best use that eight inches of hot bliss
exploring the cave at the southern end of my own coastline."

Needless to say, (I know, you'd love a detailed account right now...but
maybe later;) The next hour or so was filled with pure lust and racing hot
blood of two teen-aged horn dogs doin' what cums naturally!

But we almost forgot about Billy over at Mrs. Gillis's place. After all,
now that he has been part of the discussion group and realizes he won't be
staying at Mikey's house for the next four years or so, he has to figure
how to tell Mikey. Mrs. G. has allowed them to watch a DVD before bedtime,
but has now made it clear that time's up. She sends them upstairs for the
night ...

      "Uh ... Mikey? Think your Mom would mind if we shared a room tonight?
We gotta talk, Bud!"

      "I dunno about all night! CPS might not like it if you don't use your
own room. They sounded pretty rigid on that requirement when they told Ma
about supervising us."

      "But ... uh ... this is real important! What if I sneak in for about
an hour or so, then?"

      "Go put your pillows under your blankets in case Ma comes up to check
on you. She never comes in here anymore, specially since the night she
walked in on me and found me jerkin' off. That was funny, `cause she hadn't
realized I was getting' that old already! She looked so embarrassed!"

Billy went to his own room, rearranged his pillows to look as if he was
under the covers, and stripped to his boxers. Just then, Mrs. G. called his
name from the hallway ...

      "Billy...you just about ready to turn out the light? There's school
tomorrow, and you need your sleep!"

      `Yes, Ma'am, just crawlin' in! (Light goes out;) G'night, Mrs. G.,
and thanks so much for havin' a place for me! I do appreciate it...a lot!"

As Billy hears Mrs. G. check on Mikey too, and then head downstairs to her
own bed, he tip-toes out of his darkened room and across the hall to
Mikey's room ...

      "PSSST ... Mikey, OK for me to come in now?"

      "Yeah, Man! Shut and lock the door. She won't be back up here now,
unless she hears a lot of racket. Crawl in with me, Dude! By the way
... ditch those boxers! No one is allowed to wear anything under my
sheets!"

      "You mean ... you let other guys in here?"

      "Nope ... just you; but you're still required to be nude like me!"

Billy gets into bed next to Mikey, both boys lying on their backs, staring
at the ceiling ... but wishing the other would make the first move that
might relax them both enough to begin what each knew was on the agenda
... either during the conversation, or immediately after it.

Mikey asked Billy to spill the beans about what was so important that he
needed to talk tonight. Billy told him all about the talk that the `fam'
had earlier ... and that Joey was now emancipated, and was gonna try hard
to get Billy under his supervision instead of being a foster kid until he
became of age ...

      "AW, SHIT! That means you and me ain't gonna be permanent roomies,
doesn't it, Billy! I was really counting on havin' a foster brother for a
long time ... especially one who likes the same games I do! Any idea how
long we do got?"

      "Nu-uh! All I know is Joey needs a job before they'll let me go live
with him. I really wanna be with him ... he IS my brother! But to be
honest, Mikey, I wanna be with you, too! I'm all mixed up right now!"

      "Here...maybe this will help."

Mikey reaches over and massages Billy's dick to its full 5.5" glory
... which of course starts the flow of Billy's pre-cum that Mikey proceeds
to spread all over the enlarging tip and down the shaft. Billy lets out a
rather loud moan, and then realizes he better stifle any noises that
Mrs. G. could hear from downstairs.

Mikey then turns onto his side facing Billy, and grabs Billy's hand
... placing it on the other rigid beauty between the two boys' slightly
sweating bodies ... all 7 inches of Mikey's hot poker pointing toward
Billy's belly button. Billy certainly has no problem deciding how to
respond, and pokes Mikey's spear between his legs, just under his balls
... and squeezes his thighs together to hold it in place as they both
adjust themselves into a grinding hug and heavy kiss. After a few very
expressive few minutes, Billy says ...

      "UH ... Mikey? Would you like an even tighter place to put your
prick?

      "Thought you'd never ask, Billy Boy! Roll over onto your other
side. I wanna scoot in, and still be able to play your flute, too!"

      "You got enough juice to make it go into me, or do I need to get you
wetter first?"

      "I'm flowin' pretty good, and it's not like you're a virgin back
there, Dude! But just in case ... grab that pillow to muffle your mouth if
it doesn't go in as easy as I think it will!"

      "Hee hee ... to think I'm usually the `top' with Easton and Case
... an this time, I'm on the receivin' end. I gotta tell ya, Mikey
... other than for Joey, you're the only guy I'd let take my ass this way!
Shove that 7" clear up my tunnel as deep and as fast as you can. I'm ready
to take my boyfriend any way I can get him!"

      (Shoving hard and quick ... in one hot jab, slamming his balls
against Billy's ass cheeks ...)  "DAAAAAAAAAAAMNNNNNNN, Billy! You are so
fuckin' tight! I love it, Man! I'll hold still for a minute if you need me
to! I sure don't wanna wound my best `boy friend'!"

      "Fuck, Mikey ... maybe you need a pillow in your mouth! You're louder
than me! Now, make this last a long time. I don't know just how many times
we'll have together like this. Make it really count! But remember ... I
give back whatever I get! You ain't keepin' me as your bitch! We're gonna
keep each other busy for as long and as often as we can before I get yanked
away!"

      "Somehow, I already knew that, Billy Boy! Besides, I can't believe
you'd only allow me and Joey back here ... I've seen Eaton's and Case's
cocks, too. I bet they get their chances. You're too hot to let them pass!"

      "But sayin' what I did got you to take me pretty fast! It worked on
you!"

      "It wasn't what you said, Billy ... it was one look at the bull's-eye
that made me spring my arrow into the target so fast! (Giggle*) I'm so glad
you live here ... even if it isn't for years to come. Never fear ... you'll
have as many chances at me. We're equals, you and me!"

      "Glad to know that, Horn Toad, but keep it quiet and flood my ass
with your proof of ownership, and then get ready to get payment for the
deed in return! We gotta get done before your Mom wanders the halls again!"

Sure enough, Mikey slowly built from easy goin' to fuckin' fury, causing
Billy to moan and squeal into his pillow. Mikey decided not to jerk Billy
off at the same time, because he knew it would cause a shortage of supply
for the exchange of payment in just a few more minutes. Suddenly, though
... Mikey shoved in as deep as he could...and froze in position ... gasped
a huge breath, and like a roman candle, shot spark after spark of fireworks
into the waiting channel of milking muscles trying to empty his balls of
every drop possible.

As Mikey collapsed onto his back in exhaustion, Billy wasted no time in
lifting Mikey's legs to his shoulders, and without allowing any recovery
time of his boyfriend's body ... plunged into the heavenly chasm awaiting
Billy's cock. Mikey was so drawn of energy that all he could do is grunt as
Billy hit bottom. Billy physically wrapped Mikey's legs around his waist in
hope that Mikey could grab hold and enjoy the ride. Mikey did manage to
accomplish the hold, and Billy leaned forward to kiss Mikey and search his
mouth by tongue as Billy continued to build his speed between Mike's
legs. It didn't take Billy too long to reach the point of no return because
he was still so turned on by the fucking he had just received ... and
... and ... then ... with the power of a fireman's hose at a huge blaze
... Billy's blast of hot cum flew into Mikey's backside in tremendous
force.

Mikey buried his face in his pillow just in time to cover up an animalistic
howl of pleasure that otherwise might be heard across the street at the
neighbor's. As soon as the boys figured out just how intense that noise was
...

      "God, Billy ... I wish you could stay all night ... but Ma could'a
heard that, and she might come up and check things out! Get the hell back
to your own bed before she heads this way!"

      "You're probably right! I don't wanna go either, but we could be up
shit creek if I don't. I'll be quiet ... no door slammin' or nuthin'! Se ya
in the morning! Thanks, Man! That was the greatest!"

      "You're more that welcome, but move your ass before it's too late!"

Billy managed to get back to his own bed just as Mrs. G. hit the upstairs
landing. She opened Mikey's door, and stuck her head in ...

      "You OK in here, Mikey, Dear?"

      "Yeah, Ma ... just a little nightmare thing. I'm fine now
... G'night, Ma!"

      "Good night, Son ... oh when are you going to remember to put your
boxers in the laundry basket? Pick them up in the morning, Dear."

After she closed Mikey's door, Mrs. G. didn't bother to check on Billy
because she was satisfied by what Mikey told her, and went back to her own
room for the night.

The next day at school, after Band was over, and Larry was in his office
again, Joey found Korey in the hallway on route to Senior rehearsals for
graduation in the auditorium ...

      "Hey Kor ... got a sec?"

      "Sure, Joey ... what's up?"

      "Did you see how terrible Larry looked during Band practice today?
He's really torn up over all this, isn't he?"

      "Yeah ... I noticed, but I hoped the other kids didn't. I caught
Larry in his office just before I left class, and I suggested he make
another phone call to that Pastor Dave fella ... to see if that might
help. He told me he would during his prep period, so I left it at
that. Maybe when you see him at lunch ... if he still seems stressed, you
might ask him if he's made the call yet...OK, Joey?"

      "Sure I will, Kor! I'm just as concerned as you are. I hate seein'
Larry this way!"

The rest of the class day for Mr. F. would normally be filled with Drama
classes and related shop time for building sets and stuff. But because the
Musical was over, and Mr. Jacobs, the Principal had allowed the performing
students to shift over to study hall (to make up missed class assignments)
as an appreciation for all their good work ... which in turn gave
Mr. F. time for concentrating on the Graduation program and other projects
he had left undone during the draining production schedule.

So, Larry took Korey's advice and called Pastor Dave again ...

      "Hi Pastor Dave ... Larry Freeburg here!  Uh ... OK, I guess!  That's
sort'a why I called. Things are beginning to snowball in my head. I gotta
decide what I'm gonna do. I only have till Monday to make up my mind about
next year's contract. I know the kids want me to stay, but I also know that
as soon as Korey moves in with me after graduation, tongues will wag, and
all shit could hit the proverbial fan ... ruining my chances to be who I
really am. If only I had a better idea about those schools you suggested,
and my chances of getting hired.  Any suggestions?"

      "Well, Larry ... just to let you know, I have already sent support
letters to all those campus Administrators explaining that they might be
hearing from you ... along with my endorsement of your fine skills and high
qualifications as I know them to be... and of course, about the state-wide
recognition of the results achieved by your students.  So if you see fit to
write or phone them, they are expecting the contact, and I'm certain they
will each be listening positively to what you say. No promises from me
about the hiring part, but at least the door is open for your attempt. It's
up to you now! You're the one that needs to put out the fleece and test for
dew drops!"

      "But Pastor Dave ... I wouldn't have an answer by Monday no matter
how fast I got letters to all those Chancellors. That's what scares me
about telling my current Principal no thanks on a renewal."

      "Larry, my friend ... ever heard of a step of faith? Maybe God is
asking you to trust Him, no matter what. You remember the story of Moses
... how he was told by God to open the Jordan's waters by having the
priests walk into the river, and then for everyone to step across on dry
ground ... even though the waters were at the highest point of annual flow?
(The first time...at the Sea, God did the opening, but not the second
time.)  What if God is asking you to step into the waters and watch Him do
His job for you? Are you willing to trust Him that much?" If God wants to
close the door at this school, He is going to open the window at another
institution. He wants you to succeed, not fail and disappear into nowhere!
I believe that...do you?"

      "I hadn't figured it that way, Pastor ... but I promise you this much
... that I will spend some time dwelling on what you just said before
Monday gets here. Please pray for me and my family all week-end."

      "Larry ... I already have, and will continue to do more. I do have a
good feeling about the possible results. Maybe that's because I trust God
to be His real self ... and want the same for you, my friend. Trust and be
blessed! Good Bye!"

Following that discussion, Larry seemed to be feeling an inner tug to write
each of the educational institutions that Pastor Dave had written down for
him at their first meeting. Larry found the slip of paper in his briefcase,
and read it over again. Interestingly, something that he hadn't noticed the
first time seeing it ... Pastor Dave had also included the Chancellors'
names and e-mail addresses on the list, which was surely in anticipation of
the possibility of immediate contact being necessary. So Larry wasted no
time in composing a message to send to each College individually ... better
than one letter CC'd to all six places ... `much more professional', was
Larry's thinking at this point.

Remember that these were the Institutions on the list:
      Bard College -- Annandale-on-Hudson, New York
      Hobart College -- Geneva, New York
      St. Augustine's - Chicago, Illinois
      Canterbury College -- Windsor, Ontario
      St. John's Univ. of Manitoba -- Winnipeg
      Trinity College -- Toronto

In Larry's document, he included that facts that he held a California
Life-Issue Teaching Credential: BA in Music and Drama (as double majors),
with a minor in Psychology and Counseling; in addition, 60 graduate units
to add Math and English to his teaching areas; (which could qualify for 2
earned Master's degrees, but chose to add subjects rather than increase
just one area of expertise.) He also mentioned that he would be willing to
continue toward a Masters and a Doctorate as he served on the faculty, if
hired. Larry added one more line that transcripts and letters of reference
could be supplied if requested ... and then sent them off by a touch of a
button.

As soon as he pushed the button, Larry looked upward and whispered a short
prayer-like thought in that direction ...

"Uh ... I think I'd actually like the Chicago gig, or even the Toronto area
... but if I have anything in the way of input ... I sure would be leery of
raising kids in New York, just in case you'd like to know!"

The final bell of the school day rang out just as Larry finished with his
computer chore. He heard a knock at his office door. It was Principal
Jacobs ...

      "Larry ... may I see you in my office in a few minutes, please?"

      "Of course, Burt ... be right there as soon as I put this stuff
away."

Just so no one could possibly stumble onto anything related to his seeking
other employment, he locked the hard copy of his e-mail and the list of
colleges in his briefcase, and put the e-file into a privately secured code
folder on the hard disk.  Then he headed to Burt's office, wondering why he
was being summoned there instead of Burt just talking in Larry's office
casually. He felt his heart move a bit closer to his throat as he began
thinking all sorts of negative possibilities. But, Burt didn't seem angry
or disturbed when he requested Larry's presence. Maybe this was nothing at
all! Larry decided to relax and go with the flow.

He arrived at Burt's open door ... the secretary being away from her desk
...

      "Mr. Jacobs ... I'm here."

      "Come on in, and close the door, Larry. Drop the `Mr.' thing ... the
students aren't around to hear us being less formal."

      "Thanks, Burt. What's on your mind?"

      "It's about your contract for next year, Larry. I have to present all
contracts to the District School Board on Monday, and I notice yours isn't
signed yet. I'm hoping that it's just a matter of the busy schedule you've
been tied to."

      "Uh...Burt ... uh ..."

      "What is it, Man? You want more salary? More equipment and supplies
for the kids? Bigger budgets for Music and Drama? What? Anything you want
that I can drag out of the Board! I want you to stay! The entire community
appreciates your work and the results, too. God, Man ... write your
ticket!"

      "I'm not like that, Burt...and you know it!  You've already done more
for my kids and programs than anyone would hope for. And it surely has
nothing to do about my income. I'd teach these students for free if the
budget ever got cut! I love my job! But that's not the issue..."

      "Then what the cobb is it? I'm at a loss here, Larry ... and I'm not
comfortable being on the short end!"

      "I am truly sorry, Burt. I had no intention waiting this long to get
it together. I couldn't even make up my own mind, let alone clue you into
what's going on in my heart. Please don't take it as my desire to keep you
in the dark. We've been friends way too long for that to even be possible!"

      "No offense taken, then ... but please give me something to put a
handle on all this. I want to help you, Man ... not play Administrator over
some uncaring teacher who can't be bothered with deadlines and
policies. Yes...we're friends first ... you can trust that!"

       "Alright, Burt ... here goes ... this isn't easy, but it's time it
was dealt with properly."  (Deep inhale and sigh...)  "I am going to be
having a new room mate, Burt. Uh ... more like a new spouse,
actually. Right after graduation, my new love is moving into my home with
me."

       "Hey...that's good news! You are finally getting married! How `bout
that! So, what's the problem with that, Lar?"

      "Burt ... it's a former student ... and I don't want the school to be
dragged into a bad situation because I choose to be my real self."

      "Uh ... I'm lost again! If the former student is old enough now to be
married, then so what?"

      "Burt ... the student's name is Korey."

      "I know several nice young ladies named Corrie ... that still doesn't
cause problems as I see it. Corrie who?"

      "Not C-O-R-R-I-E, Burt ... K-O-R-E-Y!"

      "O M G, you mean ... our Drum Major ...your Student Assistant ...that
Korey?"

      "Yes, Burt ... HIM!  Korey Prince ... My Korey! My Prince Charming to
be exact.  He's eighteen already, and we've just been waiting until he no
longer attends school here to move in together and be share a lifetime."

Total silent shock sets in for a few moments before Burt says a word ...

      "Uh ... Lar ... As far as I am personally concerned, what you two do
to realize true happiness is none of my business. In fact, if that float5s
your boat, then privately, I'll be supportive of both of you in any way I
can. I hope you know that about my friendship for you, and respect for your
choices. But ..."

      "Yes, Burt ... I know there's a but...! I guess that's why I hadn't
signed the contract yet. I didn't want you or the school to get hit by any
flying fan shit because of gossip and local attitudes against what is now
legal in California Law. All you have to say when asked is that I decided
for personal reasons to not renew my contract ... and leave it at that. No
one involved with the school in any way has to ever know what my reasons
are. That way, no embarrassment need be felt by the District, the School,
or the Staff ... and especially the students!. They're my real concern in
all this."

      "Damn it all, anyway! I wish it didn't have to come to this, Larry. I
want you here. You've never ever mistreated a student, or hinted to a class
that being gay was an agenda to follow, or anything of the sort. Besides,
you've done miracles with the programs here. If there was any way ... I
mean any way ..."

      "I know you'd stick your neck in a guillotine for me, Burt, but I
can't let you do that! You don't deserve it. Let's just say I'm taking a
small step of faith that there's something out there that will allow me to
be me, and Kor and I to be us!"

      "I don't want to, but I will hand your contract in unsigned ... but I
will not tell the Board that I have any idea why you made the decision to
leave us. No one will ever hear a word from me of what you just told me. I
owe that much to you and your reputation, Lar. And if you need references,
you will get the best I can give. I promise you that with a free heart."

      "Thank you Burt, for understanding ... and still caring so much. I
will cherish our friendship forever! I'll make sure my desk is cleared out
the day after graduation ... before Kor and I make his move to my place. I
better leave now, or I'll break down like a baby. These are my kids. I'll
miss them!"

On his way back to his office, Larry was pleasantly surprised that he
didn't feel depressed or upset that his decision was finally clear. In
fact, he felt a lot lighter of heart. Maybe he was being blessed because he
took that step Pastor Dave had suggested. The week-end was going to be a
lot easier to get through than he had figured. That alone gave a better
step to his walk on his way to the car, and headed home to his `fam'.

But on the way to his house, his cell phone rang ...

      "Hello ... Larry here; What?  HOW!  OMG, not my Casey! Yes, Doc, I'll
be there in 10 minutes!  ... *Click*

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End of Chapter 20