Erastes

Chance of a Lifetime

Chapter 1
An Immodest Proposal

It was the start of Fourth of July holiday weekend, and I'd just left the house to take a walk when my cell phone rang. I looked at the display to see who was calling before I answered.

"Well, I'm pretty sure it's neither of our birthdays and it's no where near Thanksgiving or Christmas, so is something wrong, Brad?" I asked, since I realized the call was from my best friend, Brad Kruse.

"No, Quinn, but I need you to come see me as soon as you can. I have a proposal to run by you that I don't think you'll be able to refuse."

I was mildly intrigued by what he'd just said, although slightly confused, but I was willing to listen to the reason for this call. Brad and I had been best friends throughout high school and college, and we'd stayed close after graduating, although we no longer lived close to one another. After college, I'd moved to a city about 60 miles 100 km north of New York City, while Brad relocated to L.A.

"Brad, can't you just run this by me over the phone? It's not like you live just down the street and I can get there easily." I was having difficulty understanding why he wanted me to travel all the way to California just so we could talk.

"I know, but this is something we need to discuss face-to-face," he countered without elaborating. "Trust me. You'll understand once you're here and I'm able to explain things in more detail, but I can't do it over the phone. Just fly out here as soon as you can, and if you don't like what I have to say, then you can return home and I'll even reimburse you for your travel expenses."

"Brad, you're not usually this cryptic or cloak and dagger, so it makes me wonder what you're up to? You aren't just trying out one of your script ideas on me, are you?" I was doing my best to make sense of the situation.

"No, it's nothing like that, but I'm convinced you won't be sorry once you get here and listen to what I have to say," he assured me, sounding very sincere.

"Ok, since I work from home and can continue what I'm doing from anywhere, I'll make the arrangements. I'll call you back as soon as I know what flight I'll be on and when I'll arrive." I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt since I didn't feel he would lure me all the way to L.A. on a wild goose chase.

Maybe I should explain my relationship with Brad, because it will help you understand why I'd be willing to do this for him without an adequate explanation. I first got to know Brad during our sophomore year in high school, when we both signed up for the newly organized creative writing club. Each of us dreamed that we'd achieve our fame and fortune as writers, although we didn't plan on doing it exactly the same way. Thinking back on some of our earliest conversations, this is how it went down.

"One day I'm going to become famous for writing screenplays that will be made into movies," Brad informed me to explain why he'd joined the club. I was impressed by the extreme level of confidence he exuded in his ability.

"And one day you're going to see my name, Quinn Holt, on the cover of a New York Time's bestseller," I countered, trying not to be outdone. I hoped I'd just impressed him as much as he'd impressed me.

Even though our goals were slightly different, we became fast friends and picked each other's brains over the next three years when discussing story ideas. Once we came up with a concept we both liked, we would continue putting our heads together until we'd worked out most of the details. Then, we would both use that premise for our project, although we'd approach it from slightly different angles.

Since I realized my peers were more likely to read comics or magazines loaded with pictures, rather than books, I decided to create a graphic novel for the club. It wouldn't be a typical graphic novel, though, with each panel showing the action and dialogue, because that wouldn't meet the requirements of the club. Instead, I was planning on writing the story as if it were a standard novel, although I'd use half of every page to add an illustration depicting what was taking place in that section. I had a friend who'd offered to illustrate whatever I wrote and I was eager to use his artistic ability to make this work. Brad, on the other hand, was going to turn the same idea into a screenplay and then film it using members of the drama club to play the various roles.

Our first projects proved to be a lot more involved than we'd anticipated, but we persevered and completed them just the same. When we presented the finished projects to our faculty advisor and she'd had a chance to evaluate them, she urged us to submit our work to different competitions. She suggested a national format for each of us, one that she was familiar with for the medium we'd chosen. Brad and I did ok and our entries were selected to advance from the district to the state level, so we got some minor recognition for our efforts. It was enough, however, to make us want to do even better the following year.

In our junior year, we came up with another joint project, and once again we both advanced from the district to the state level. This time, however, our projects were also selected to advance to the regional level for our categories, before advancing to the national competition. Although we didn't do as well there as we hoped at the national level, it wasn't a total disaster or a complete waste of time, because we learned a great deal after seeing what the other competitors had submitted. In fact, it helped us to be even better prepared for entering the competitions in our final year.

"We've got to come up with a really good idea this time," Brad stated, as we began our summer vacation trying to think of a premise for our senior projects.

"Yeah, I know, but that's easier said than done," I countered, hoping we could actually pull it off.

We tossed around a variety of ideas for over a month before we hit upon something we thought might work. We then spent the next couple of weeks refining the concept until we were both ready to start work on a project we called 'Parallel Lives'.

The concept was about identical twin boys who'd been given up at birth and adopted by different families. The pair never knew about one another and hadn't discovered they had a twin, because they grew up in different communities. Even though they were never together, every aspect of their lives proved to be nearly identical. They not only looked exactly alike, but they had very similar interests, got involved in the same types of activities, and grew up as the only child in a middle class family. The only real difference between them was that one ended up attending a rougher school district and was bullied for most of his life, while the other never had to deal with that situation. We then used this singular difference to show how bullying had the potential of destroying a person's self-worth and altering his aspirations, which in turn affected his ability to be successful in life.

Once again, Brad and I made it to the national competitions, but this time we ended up receiving recognition and praise for our work. Brad's project was selected as the Grand Prize winner for his medium, while mine was chosen as runner up. Even though I hadn't done as well as he had, we hoped our hard work would help to get us accepted into a decent college.

"Are we going to apply to the same colleges then?" Brad asked, as he waited anxiously for my answer.

"Sure, we're a team and do our best work when we're together. All we have to do is figure out where we're going to apply."

"I really want to go to Brown University, because they have a terrific rep for their screen writing program."

"That would be an ideal situation for you, and they have other great writing programs too, but going there would also be very expensive. The only way I can see us being able to attend Brown is if we were offered scholarships."

"But can't we still apply and see what happens?" It was obvious Brad's heart was set on going there.

"Ok, but we'll have to apply to other places too, just in case we aren't offered any financial help. We'll need to have a backup college that our parents will be able to afford."

We ended up applying to several institutions of higher learning and then we began the long wait to see if we'd been accepted. When submitting our applications, we included several glowing letters of recommendation from our teachers, including one from our club advisor, but we knew the other applicants would have similar items. To increase the odds of our being selected, we also listed the various competitions we'd entered over the last three years and noted how we'd done, along with submitting samples of our work. In the end, it seemed to do the trick, because Brad and I both received acceptance letters from most of the schools we had applied to. We even got a letter of acceptance from Brown, but since they didn't offer either of us a scholarship, we chose to attend the University of Iowa instead. The writing programs there had a good reputation too and the total cost for tuition, room, and board was about 20% of what Brown charged.

Brad and I spent our first two years concentrating on our studies and we worked very hard. The biggest difference was that I'd chosen to pursue a minor as well, since I felt I would need the additional knowledge for the types of stories I planned to write. Having a minor also made it much more difficult to schedule the required courses and forced me to take classes over the summer too. Even with this added burden, Brad and I decided to take another big step during the start of our sophomore year.

"Brad, have you thought about applying to be part of the Creative Writing Track for our final two years?" I was anxious to see if he was up to joining me in this venture.

"First of all, they only accept juniors and seniors, and there's a very rigid selection process that includes a 3.3 GPA in order to be eligible."

"I know and I meet that requirement. I'm pretty sure you do too, but we'll need to apply by the second semester if we want to be accepted for next year." I looked at him hopefully.

"Ok, I'll do it, because it will look good on our resumes when we apply for jobs later."

We were both pleased and proud that we were accepted into the program, which turned out to be another feather in our caps. As anticipated, the coursework proved to be extremely challenging, but we both persevered and held up under the rigorous grind, graduating with honors. Now, we had another hurdle to face – getting a job.

"I know we're going to have to start off in entry level positions, but I won't be able to do that back home, so I'm planning to move to L.A.," Brad informed me shortly after we'd graduated. "It's where I'll need to be if I want to pursue my dream."

"Yeah, I know, and I'm going to have to do something similar," I confessed. I hated the thought that we weren't going to be together any longer, but we had to do what was best for us. "I'm going to apply for a teaching position in school districts close to New York City, since that's where most of the major publishing houses are located."

"Why don't you just apply for a job with one of the publishers, maybe as an editor?"

"I could, but I thought I'd have more time to write if I was a teacher."

Once that had been settled, we shed a few tears before going our separate ways. Although we knew it was something we had to do and what was required to reach our goals, it didn't make the parting any easier. I eventually accepted a position as a high school English teacher in Newburgh, New York, which put me about an hour's drive away from the city. Fortunately, it also came with a decent starting salary and allowed me time to write on weekends, during school holidays, and over the summer recess.

Shortly after Brad found an apartment in L.A. and had settled in, he was able to land an entry level position in the publicity department of one of the major film studios. He hoped the job would allow him to meet the right people and establish the contacts he'd need to attain his goal of becoming a screenwriter. It was definitely going to be a struggle and would take time, but he was totally committed to making it happen.

Brad utilized his time making himself known around the studio by performing his duties as well as he could and getting great job reviews, thus making valuable contacts in the process. He even met a young woman who worked as an executive assistant and they were rapidly becoming close. About a month after their first date, Brad finally called to tell me about her.

"Her name's Pam, and she's not only cute, but we have a lot in common too. She's very supportive of what I want to do with my life and has even offered to help me. In a way, she reminds me a lot of you."

"Do you mean because she's good looking, in great shape, has a keen wit, or all of the above?" I teased, since I wanted to see his reaction.

"I've never noticed any of those things about you," he replied, tongue-in-cheek, "but she's willing to gently prod me in the right direction and encourages me not to give up, kind of like you used to do."

"Ah, so she's cracking the whip to keep you in line!" I heard Brad snort after I'd said this.

"Except she's much gentler and easier on the eyes," he added, getting in another barb.

We continued our conversation, and I could tell by the tone in his voice and the things he was saying that this was serious. It was apparent Brad was totally smitten, so I wondered how long it would take before he found the courage to pop the question.

Even though Brad was spending quite a bit of time with Pam, she made certain he didn't lose sight of his other goals. After he'd shared some of the scripts he'd written in high school and college with her, she convinced him to show them to his new contacts too, which led to his next break. After seeing what he was capable of, Brad was offered the opportunity to work as part of a team on a concept that one of the studio executives had come up with for a movie. The big wig merely had a rough idea that he wanted a group of writers to flesh out and make work.

"What we're asking each of you to do is to take this idea and write your own screenplay for it," the person in charge of the project told them. "Several individuals, including the person who came up with the concept, will go over each of the scripts later and evaluate them. Then, the evaluators will meet together and rank them from most to least favorable."

Once the studio executives had read each script, the originator of the idea looked at the evaluations and then selected the script he thought would best translate into a commercial success. He also selected various sections and ideas from some of the other scripts that he thought would enhance the story and asked the team to work together to combine everything into a final version.

In the end, the studio heads were pleased with what the team came up with, but Brad received the most recognition for his contributions. His screenplay had been the one chosen by the studio execs and the one the other ideas were going to be incorporated into. Brad realized this would now allow him to pitch his own ideas, as well as fleshing out the scripts of others.

Seeing his professional career was going well, Brad called to tell me about it. "Quinn, guess what?" he began rhetorically. "A screenplay I wrote has just been selected to be turned into a movie!"

"Hey, that's terrific, Brad! Congrats!" I meant every word and felt great for him.

"I also need to ask you something." I wondered what it was he was about to spring on me. "I'm going to propose to Pam, but first I wanted to make sure you'd agree to stand up with me and be my Best Man."

I answered without hesitation. "Of course I will, as long as it's not during the school year. I'd be honored to do this for you."

"Thanks, man. I knew you wouldn't let me down. I'll call you back once she accepts and we've set a date."

In fact, I flew out early for the big event, so Pam and I would get to know each other first. Pam and I hit it off almost immediately, although she was confused about a couple of things.

"Brad told me a little about you, but I didn't realize you were taller than him." I topped out at six feet two inches 1.88 m tall, which meant I was three inches 7½ cm taller than Brad.

"And better looking too. Did he tell you about that either?" Pam giggled.

"No, but that doesn't mean I don't agree with you." I liked her sense of humor and knew we'd all be really close from now on. I also had no doubt I'd always be included as part of their family.

Just before their first anniversary, Brad and Pam celebrated the birth of their first child, a son, and now they have two sons and a daughter. Although the amount of time I have to spend with them is limited, I manage to visit each year around Brad's birthday in mid-March, and they usually come to visit me around my birthday in late September as well. We also get to spend time with each other when we visit our parents for Thanksgiving, Christmas, or to celebrate the New Year, since Brad and my families still live where we grew up. This way we get to see each other at least three times a year.

During my various trips to L.A., Brad and Pam have made sure to show me around the area, and over time have taken me to see most of the sights. They even invited me to join them when they took the kids to Disneyland a couple of summers ago, so I could be part of the fun too.

In return, whenever they've come out to visit me, I've taken them to the city to enjoy the full New York experience. We agreed not to rush things on any of these excursions and preferred to concentrate on quality, not quantity, when seeing the various sights. We would select three or four spots to visit each time we're together and everyone seemed to have a fantastic time.

It took me a few years to complete my first manuscript, and then I found a literary agent who was willing to accept me as a client and pitch my work to the appropriate publishers. This was important, since most publishers won't accept unsolicited manuscripts, and after several rejections that nearly broke my heart, I was offered my first contract. I immediately called Brad to tell him.

"I finally did it! I'm going to get published."

"Congratulations, and it's about time. Is it one of your science fiction stories?"

"Of course, seeing that's what I prefer to write. Why else would I have minored in Physics and Astronomy in college and taken all of those extra courses? I only did it so I'd be able to present the science accurately."

"And now that hard work seems to be paying off. I can't wait to read it."

To my surprise and utter delight, the book seemed to catch on fairly quickly with the public and sold quite well. Even though my writing career was now taking off and I was beginning to earn money from it, I decided to keep my teaching job for the time being, as I began work on my second novel. I would have preferred to be able to quit teaching so I could focus on my next story full-time, but I felt it would be best if I waited until I'd saved enough money for emergencies first, before I did that. I wasn't prepared to take that leap just yet and felt it would be best to have a safety net for the rough times I knew I might face later. Even though things were starting to come together and life was looking good, it didn't mean it would stay that way.

The recent phone call from Brad happened to come shortly after I'd told him about signing a contract for my second story, so it made me wonder if that or my first novel had anything to do with his call. Was he going to do like we did in school and write a screenplay based on one of my ideas? I thought it might be a strong possibility, plus it was about the only reason I could think of that would require me to meet him in person. For that reason alone, I was starting to get excited about making this trip.

I hurriedly purchased a plane ticket, began packing, and called Brad so I could tell him my schedule. "Brad, I'll be catching a flight Wednesday morning, so I should be arriving at LAX by late afternoon or early evening, depending on the delays I encounter along the way."

"Ok, give me your flight number and I'll make sure I'm there to pick you up when your plane lands." I appreciated his offer, since it would save me from having to take a taxi. "We're also planning on you staying here with us and Pam will have dinner ready by the time we get to the house."

I'd already figured on that, because they always asked me to stay at their house whenever I visited. Brad and Pam would have the boys sleep together in one bedroom, while I stayed in the other. Now that everything was set, I checked to make sure I was taking everything I would need with me, which included my laptop so I could continue to write while Brad and Pam were at work and the kids were in school. The hard drive also contained the final copies of both manuscripts, just in case Brad needed one or the other, since I'd convinced myself it must be what he wanted to discuss.

On Wednesday morning, I made my way to Stewart International Airport in Newburgh and caught a flight to Philadelphia. From there, I made my connection to LAX and flew nonstop the rest of the way. It was a flight I'd made several times before, so I used the time to begin outlining a new story idea I'd been considering, so the trip wasn't a total waste of time. As soon as the plane landed, I rushed to grab my suitcase from the carousel, and then went out to the concourse. I found Brad waiting for me and we gave each other a quick hug in greeting before I followed him out to the car.

We'd been carrying on our typical friendly banter the entire way, asking how each other had been, although I asked him about his family too, and what new things were going on in the other's life. Once we were situated in the car, I expected Brad to start the engine and take off for the house, but he just sat there for a few moments before he turned and looked over at me.

"Quinn, are you still into younger boys?" After hearing his question, my mouth dropped open and my jaw nearly landed in my lap. I was completely stunned by his question and unable to respond, as I wondered what he was getting at.

"Why in the hell would you ask me that?" I countered, trying to maintain my composure. That wasn't easy, though, because I was concerned where this might be heading.

Although Brad had known almost from the first minute we'd met that I was gay, it had never bothered him before. In fact, when we were in high school, he even asked me to give him a blowjob a couple of times when his girlfriend wouldn't do anything sexual with him.

"Calm down and I'm not accusing you of anything," he added while reaching across and touching my arm to reassure me. "It's just that I noticed throughout high school that you only messed around with guys that were at least two years or more younger than you. You also didn't have any hookups that I know of in college, but when we went off campus your eyes always seemed to be following the younger teen boys whenever they passed by." I was now even more flabbergasted than before.

"I didn't hook up in college because I was concentrating on my studies," I countered, trying to justify my actions. "You know how much extra pressure my minor put on me, but I did it because I felt I needed the background so I could effectively write science fiction stories."

"Look, don't get uptight, because I'm not saying anything derogatory about your preference," he stated calmly. "In fact, it's part of the reason I invited you here. I have a proposal I want to make and I hope you'll accept it."

At this point, I was totally bewildered and had absolutely no idea what Brad was hinting at. First, he wanted to know if I was still interested in boys, although he wasn't accusing me of anything, and now he wanted to make a proposition. I'm sure my eyes were bulging out of their sockets when Brad finally started to speak again.

"This has to do with Reid." Brad casually studied my face after mentioning the name of his older son. "Even though he just turned thirteen, I've suspected he's gay for quite some time and recently I caught him in a compromising situation with a neighbor boy who's several years older. I sat down and had a talk with him about it after I caught them together, merely to let him know that I'd love him no matter what his sexual preference was. That's when he informed me about something that nearly blew my mind. Reid not only confirmed that he was gay, but he also claimed he wasn't interested in boys his age, or even a little older for that matter. He informed that he'd prefer to do things with older men, even stating that he liked guys around my age, and that really concerned me."

I still wasn't sure where this was going, although it was starting to become clearer. Did he want me to talk to Reid and explain how dangerous this could be, or was he hoping I could convince Reid to focus on guys closer to his own age? Possibly he was hoping I'd explain how I used to get it on with slightly younger guys throughout high school, to show him that such attractions weren't unusual. However, there was another possibility, but I just couldn't believe Brad was going there, so I quickly focused on what he was saying next.

"Quinn, I know there are plenty of guys out there that would love to use and abuse boys like Reid, and I want to protect him from those types of men. I was hoping that if you were still interested in boys that maybe I could talk you into moving out here and serving as Reid's outlet. When I was discussing what I'd caught him doing, I happened to mention your name and Reid's face lit up. When I asked him about it, he said he thought you were really hot, so I figured maybe you could teach him the ropes and help keep him safe. I felt that if he had you to do those things with, then he wouldn't go looking for someone else and end up with a guy who might harm or even kill him."

Although I hadn't expected to hear him suggest this, he had and now I was fumbling to find the words to respond to his offer. To my shock and horror, he'd somehow figured out I was a closeted boy lover, although I'd never acted on the impulse after high school. Even though he was now granting me permission to do things with his son, providing Reid agreed to the idea too, it was still against the law. If anyone else discovered what was going on I would be the one arrested and thrown into prison, even if I had Brad's approval. This was basically the reason I'd never really acted upon my desire and had only ogled boys from a distance, because I had too much to lose if the situation went badly.

"Brad, I don't even know where to begin or how to respond to this," I answered as honestly as I could. "I see you've figured out that I like boys, even if only in my heart and mind, but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy being with older guys too..."

"As long as they look young," he added, cutting me off. "I'm not bothered by that and hope you'll agree to do this for us."

"But you're not even sure Reid will go along with the idea, and even if he does, it still wouldn't negate my other concerns, such as law enforcement," I pointed out, trying to get him to see my point of view. "Besides, I'd have to move here and find a place close enough to you so Reid would be able to visit from time to time. Seeing him showing up at my place so often might be enough to make others suspicious about what we were up to."

"I've already considered that too and have talked this over with Pam. She agrees that this might be the best way to protect our son and we've come up with an idea that will protect you too. You see, Pam and I have been working with a realtor and looking at properties that either have an in-law apartment or a guest house so you would be able to move in with us, yet still have your privacy. We've already selected four potential places, and if you agree to do this, then we'll take you around to look at them too. Once you've seen each one, the three of us will sit down and make the final decision together. What do you say?"

Therein lay the problem, because I was so overwhelmed that I was unable to respond. Brad's comments had left me totally speechless. Not only had he already discussed this with Pam and shared his observations about my predilection with her, but he'd also gotten her to agree to go along with this crazy scheme. She was obviously willing to allow me to become their son's sexual tutor and was even willing to purchase a new house so I'd be able to do it without rousing suspicions.

"Look, if you're worried about being so far away from your agent and the publishers, you shouldn't. You're an established author now and you can fly back whenever you can't do what's needed via a teleconference. You'll be able to work just as well from here, and the weather is much better too, so I know you'll love the change. You can even have your meals with us so you won't have to cook, unless you want to. We don't plan on controlling you, but we'd love to make you a part of the family and have you close enough so Reid doesn't have to go in search of someone else."

"So what you're saying is that you want me to be the in-law moving in with you?" I offered this as a joke to relieve some of the tension, since I was totally blown away by everything I'd just heard.

"Yes, I guess in a way that IS what I'm saying," he replied while also nodding his head. "I guess it's kind of like an old-fashioned arranged courtship, although it may not result in anything more, but I'm convinced Reid will be in favor of this too."

"I'd prefer to talk it over with him first, just so I can observe his reaction and see how he feels about it. I don't want you to take this wrong, but I'm not committing myself to anything yet. I just want to see if Reid is enthusiastic about the idea too. If he isn't, then we'll drop this and not mention it again, but if he is, then we can discuss it further at that time."

"Fair enough," Brad agreed, as he finally started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot.

Brad tried to talk to me about this some more on the way to the house, but my mind was whirling and I was only able to catch bits and pieces of what he was saying. I think he eventually figured this out after a few futile attempts at trying to get a response and finally left me alone to think about this in peace.

I'd seen Reid when I visited a few months earlier and thought he was cute, but he was younger than my normal preference, which was teens. He'd been twelve at the time and even though he'd just turned thirteen, I wasn't sure if he'd even begun puberty yet or if he still possessed the smaller, childhood appendage. I liked to at least have a mouthful to work with, and I also liked them to be able to ejaculate, so I probably had as many questions and concerns about this as Reid. I just wasn't sure if we'd be able to discover the answers to these questions in a discrete, non-invasive manner so we'd be able to make up our minds.

Chapter 2
A Big Decision

When Brad pulled into the driveway at the house, the hairs on my arms stood on end and my flesh erupted in goose bumps. I wasn't sure if this happened because I was excited about the idea of seeing Reid or if I was scared by the prospect. Possibly, I was just nervous it wouldn't work out or that I was going to have to face Pam, knowing she understood the reason Brad had invited me to visit.

As soon as we went inside, Pam greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. It made me relax slightly, since she obviously didn't seem to be bothered by the reason I was there. Then, the three kids came out to say hello too. Each one had called me Uncle Quinn since they've been able to talk, and I'd always felt close to them as well.

Besides thirteen-year-old Reid, there was his ten-year-old sister, Ashley, and seven-year-old, Evan. Seeing their parents had brown hair and brown eyes, the older pair did as well, while Evan currently had blond hair that was just beginning to darken, to go along with his brown eyes.

"We've been waiting so we could all eat together and dinner will be on the table shortly," Pam stated, once I'd finished greeting the kids. "Brad, why don't you make Quinn a drink to help him unwind after the long flight?"

I thought that was an excellent idea, especially since I was so nervous about the reason I was there. "Scotch and soda, if you have it," I stated, and he merely nodded and went to fix it.

We had a lovely meal and chatted while we ate. I'm not sure if Reid was actually staring at me throughout dinner or if it was merely my imagination, but the thought that he was watching caused me to bone up a few times. Luckily, the table prevented anyone else from noticing my predicament and I hoped it didn't occur later as well, when the others might be able to recognize what was going on.

After we'd finished eating, Pam asked the two younger kids to help her clear off the table and load the dishwasher, before she took them upstairs to get ready for bed. At the same time, Brad asked Reid to join us and told him there was something the three of us needed to discuss. I think the younger kids merely concluded it was about me using Reid's bedroom while I was there, although I wasn't convinced Reid understood the reason he was needed. I'd be willing to bet, however, that he was going to be just as shocked as I had been when he heard his father's proposal.

Brad led us up to Reid's room where we could talk in private. As soon as we went inside, Brad suggested that Reid and I sit on the bed and get comfortable. Once we'd done that, Reid and I looked up at Brad and he began to speak.

"Reid, you might have figured out why we're here, but please let me explain everything anyway. The last time you and I talked, you confided in me that you were gay, but you preferred older guys. This made me worry that you might go out looking to hookup with an older man and end up meeting someone that was only concerned about his own needs and had no regard for you. I was afraid you might end up getting hurt, so I wanted to do everything I could to prevent that."

As I glanced over at Reid, he was turning multiple shades of red from embarrassment, and he'd occasionally peek over at me to see how I was reacting. I think he was mortified that his dad had decided to mention all of this in my presence and disclosed his most private and intimate secrets. Brad, however, didn't seem to notice how uncomfortable he was making his son and merely continued his comments.

"That's why I invited your Uncle Quinn here, because I thought maybe he could help out. I'm not sure if you know this or not, because it's not something I've found necessary to discuss before, but your Uncle Quinn is gay too."

Suddenly, Reid's eyes shot open, as wide as saucers, and his mouth dropped toward the floor as he stared at me in disbelief. He obviously hadn't been aware of this fact prior to his father's pronouncement, so he was now looking at me in an entirely new light.

"Reid, would you be interested in doing those types of things with your Uncle Quinn?" Brad continued, while Reid's mind was busy trying to assimilate all of this new information. Since Reid didn't respond right away, Brad asked him again. "Reid, do you think you might be interested in doing those types of things with your Uncle Quinn, or is this something you'd rather not consider?"

After another brief hesitation, Reid finally answered. "No, I like the idea a lot. I told you before that I think Uncle Quinn is hot, and you've told me he's not really my uncle, because he's not really related to either you or Mom, so yeah. I think that would be really great. How about you, Uncle Quinn? Would you want to do that stuff with me too?"

Even if I wasn't ready to admit it out loud, I was pleased that Reid had responded in such a positive manner. If I were to answer his question honestly, I was definitely beginning to warm up to the idea as well.

"Let me begin by saying that your father only sprung this on me shortly after I arrived here earlier," I stated as I made eye contact with Reid. "At the time, I suggested it would probably be best to see what you thought about the idea first, before I gave it any serious thought. Since you seem to be ok with the proposal, I think we'll need to spend some time together so we can discuss a few other things before we make up our minds. Is that alright with you?"

"Yeah, sure, and I'm not a little boy any longer either, if you were worried about that."

"I didn't think you were and wasn't worried about that," I fibbed so I didn't hurt his feelings.

"Well I'm not, and I can even prove it to you if you want."

I think I'd already come to that conclusion, because when I first arrived I noticed that Reid had grown two or three inches 5 – 7½ cm since my last visit, which had only been a few months earlier. He was currently about 5 feet 4 inches 1.63 m tall and I would guess he weighed somewhere around 90 pounds 40 kg, so I assumed he'd probably entered puberty and was going through a growth spurt. That fact didn't make up my mind completely, but it was a good indicator and might play a factor in my decision later.

"No, that won't be necessary, but there are other things I think we should talk about too. I'd like to find out if we have similar interests and might enjoy spending time with each other as well, aside from the obvious reason. If you don't mind, I would like to spend some time with you alone so we can get to know each other better. Would that be acceptable to you?"

"Yeah, that would be great!" he squealed with joy. "I think you are really good looking, so I'm hoping you'll do all types of stuff with me. Ummm, will you move here too, because we wouldn't be able to do very much if it was only when you come to visit?"

"Yes, your dad has already made that suggestion to me as well, but let's see how the next couple of days go first, before I make up my mind. Is that ok with you?"

"Yeah, and this is sooo cool," he gushed as he threw his arms around my chest and gave me a squeeze before turning toward his father. "Thanks, Dad. I'm really glad you're willing to let Uncle Quinn do this for me."

"Nothing's settled yet," his father warned him, "but your mother and I are fine with the idea if this is what you want, and your Uncle Quinn agrees to it as well."

"Mom knows about this too?" Reid gasped as the color drained from his face. I think he was ok with his father and me knowing about him, but he was horrified that his mother knew he was gay and might be doing stuff with me too.

"Yes, because I wouldn't have been able to ask Quinn if he'd be interested in helping you out if she hadn't agreed. Due to your age, Uncle Quinn could get into a great deal of trouble if he did this and someone discovered what was going on. For that reason, your mother and I had to agree it would be alright first, to protect him. If he decides to do this, it means we'll all have to be very careful that no one else finds out what you two are up to, which means you won't be able to say or do anything that might make Ashley or Evan suspicious. You'll have to be very careful and listen to our warnings if we think you're doing something that might cause problems."

"Yeah, sure, and I won't say nothin' to nobody about this. I'm just happy that I might be able to do stuff with someone as hot as Uncle Quinn." After saying this, Reid looked up at me and smiled.

"You're no slouch in the looks department yourself," I assured him, since I thought he was cute as well. Reid merely gave me an 'aw shucks' grin in response.

"Why don't I leave you two alone so you can talk privately and get to know each other better," Brad said as he got up to leave. "Quinn, I put your suitcase and carry-on in here earlier, since you'll be using this room while you're here. Reid, I want you to take whatever you'll need over to your brother's room when you've finished talking and then get ready for bed."

"Ok, Dad. Will do."

Once Brad left the room, I looked over at Reid and decided to find out a little more about him. "So why don't you tell me what kind of things you're interested in," I began, giving him an open-ended suggestion.

"Umm, do you mean movies, games, and stuff like that?" He was obviously unsure about what I was getting at.

"Yes, all that and more. I want to know as much about you as I can."

"Well, I liked the new 'Star Wars' movie and playing 'Call of Duty' and 'Jumper' on Xbox." He looked at me and it appeared that he was trying to gauge my reaction to see if those were the types of things I wanted to know.

"So you like science fiction then?" I asked, since it would give us something in common.

"Yeah, I do. I've seen all the 'Star Wars' and 'Star Trek' movies, but I've also watched a bunch of the Star Trek TV shows too. Mom and Dad bought me the 'Stargate' movie and all of the 'Stargate SG-1' and 'Battlestar Galactica' DVDs so I've watched them too."

"Wow! I didn't know this and think it's really great, because I'm a science fiction junkie too. Did you know that I write science fiction stories?"

"No! Really?" he countered, while looking at me totally amazed.

"Yes, I've written two books so far. One is already in print and the other one should be coming out shortly. I'm not sure if they might be a little over your head right now, but I'll give you a copy of each one so you can read them when you're ready. I'll even put a special message in each one and sign them for you."

"I'd really like that," he agreed as his smile broadened.

We continued to talk about the science fiction genre, which included movies, TV shows, and books, and then he told me which ones he liked best and those he thought were lame. We'd been talking for quite a while when I heard his mother yell down the hall at him. It seemed that she was hesitant about coming to the door and knocking, since she wasn't sure what we might be doing and didn't want to find out.

"Reid, you have camp tomorrow, so I want you to hop in the shower and then get ready for bed," she informed him. Reid casually shook his head in resignation, stood up, and moved toward the door.

"Yeah, ok," he called back while appearing dejected that we wouldn't be able to continue.

"Camp?" I asked, since I wasn't sure about this.

"Yeah, Mom and Dad signed us up for day camp while they're at work. It's better than going to a babysitter's house, cuz there's more to do there, but I'd rather stay here with you."

"I have a lot to think about tomorrow and don't need to be distracted. Don't worry, though, we can talk more about these things tomorrow after you get home and then over the weekend too," I promised, since he seemed slightly upset that we couldn't continue.

After Reid left the room, I picked up my suitcase, set it on the bed, and removed my shaving kit and the items I planned to sleep in. I also took out the clothes I was going to wear the following day and set them on top of the dresser along with my laptop, which I'd taken out of the carry-on bag. I did this so they would all be readily accessible when I woke up, so I could get started as soon as possible. I was just finishing zipping up the suitcase when Reid entered the room with a wet head and a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Sorry, I forgot to take my pajamas, underwear, and clothes for tomorrow when I left earlier," he apologized as he entered the room and shut the door behind him.

Reid then walked over to the dresser and began rummaging through it. After he'd pulled out a few items, he turned toward me and said something else. "As long as I'm here, I might as well prove to you that I'm not a little boy any more, in case you wanted to be sure."

As soon as he finished saying this, he dropped the towel and stood naked in front of me. To say I was shocked would have been an understatement, but I was also pleased with what I saw. Reid had definitely entered puberty and sported the start of a nice little ring of brown hairs above his circumcised penis, which was probably about 3½ inches [9 cm] flaccid. Below it hung a fairly tight scrotum and I could see the outline of his testicles, which were about the size of grapes.

I guess you could say I was gawking at his package for longer than was polite or even necessary, but he was more mature than I'd expected. He caught on to the fact that I was staring at his junk right away and made a comment.

"Does this mean you like what you see and you'll do stuff with me now?" He then swiveled his hips and made his dick swing back and forth, while staring at me and waiting for an answer.

"Uh, sorry," I stammered as I tried to regain my composure. "You're far more developed than I'd first suspected and you definitely should be proud of what you're packing. It's obvious you're not a little boy any longer, so you don't have to worry about me thinking that." His grin broadened.

"Do you want to play with it now?" he followed, while looking at me with a hopeful expression plastered across his face.

"Uh, let's wait until I'm sure we're both ready for this," I offered lamely, since I didn't want to build any false hopes before I was totally prepared to commit to his father's proposal.

"Please? I'd really like it if you'd do that for me," he whined in response.

"Yes, I'm sure you would, but it's time for you to go to bed. If we're going to do this, then I don't want to have to rush or worry about your parents wondering what's taking you so long to do what you were told."

"But they both know we might be doing stuff with each other," he countered in an attempt to convince me to change my mind.

"They don't know that for sure, because I haven't agreed to it yet," I stated as Reid's shoulders drooped in disappointment. "If we both decide to go through with this, then we'll have plenty of time to do those things later. Just cool your jets until then."

"But I've told that them I want to do this already. I'm just waiting for you to say yes," he responded, which let me know I was the fly in the ointment. "If you say it's ok, then we can get started now."

"I still have a few more things to consider first, but after seeing you like this I have fewer unanswered questions and I'm closer to making up my mind. I'm just not quite there yet, so please be patient," I responded, as I glanced at his groin again.

Reid noticed where my eyes were focused and reached down to fondle his penis and then he shook it at me playfully. He also started to firm up, so I decided I'd better end this before I lost what little willpower I had left.

"Reid, please put your pajamas on and then head over to Evan's room."

He flashed me a disgusted glare as he reluctantly grabbed his pajama bottoms and slipped them on. Seeing he had already boned up, I estimated his erection to be about five inches [12.½ cm] long before he covered it, put on his pajama top, and walked toward me. He gave me a hug and a quick kiss on the lips, as opposed to kissing me on the cheek as he usually did, and then he bid me goodnight. He slowly moved toward the door, but he stopped and gave me a last hopeful gaze before leaving the room.

My head was spinning from everything that had happened, including what I'd just seen. Reid definitely wasn't an immature little boy any longer, but was he old enough and emotionally ready to get involved in sexual activities? After noting his physical maturity I assumed he was already masturbating, but was he mentally and psychologically mature enough to deal with someone else doing it to him? If so, was he also prepared to progress to the next level and become involved in even more? Those were the questions I had to find the answers to before I was willing to commit to this endeavor. I considered myself a boy lover, not a boy user or abuser, so I looked at my role as being similar to that of a doctor. The first rule was to do no harm, so I needed to be certain he was ready to do this, not merely willing and able.

I had difficulty falling asleep and the problem wasn't due to sleeping somewhere other than my own bed. My brain was traveling at warp speed as it attempted to process the various comments I'd heard and the things I'd seen thus far, as well as considering the offer. I was worried about what might happen if I agreed and Reid freaked out over something we did, or what would happen if someone else discovered what we were up to. Although I was never able to resolve those concerns, I managed to drift off every now and then, only to wake up a short time later.

I doubted I got more than two or three hours sleep before the kids headed off to camp and Brad and Pam left for work, but they were kind enough to let me sleep in. By that point I was so tired that I'd merely passed out from exhaustion, but at least it allowed me to get some rest. When I finally woke up later, I discovered Pam had left me a note saying I should feel free to help myself to anything I wanted. Brad and Pam had also left their contact information, in case I needed to reach them during the day.

Since I was alone, I fixed something to eat and then spent the next couple of hours snooping through Reid's room to see if I could discover more about him. During my search I found an old towel that he'd stashed between the headboard of the bed and the wall, which he obviously used as a cum rag. It had been placed where he could reach it easily without advertising the fact that it was there, but he must have forgotten to take care of it when he learned I'd be using his room. Since he hadn't been aware of the reason for my visit in advance, I concluded he hadn't left it behind intentionally for me to find, although it confirmed my suspicion that he'd begun masturbating.

Pam dropped the kids off at the house, and when they came inside Reid explained what was up. "Mom said we could stay here with you while she ran to the store."

"Yeah, that's fine." After that had been cleared up, I sat down and chatted with the three of them, as we watched a show on Nickelodeon together.

Even though I doubted Reid was interested in Nickelodeon any longer, I'd agreed to do it for a couple of reasons. First, I didn't want the younger kids to think I didn't want anything to do with them, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to be left alone with Reid either. I was worried that he'd try to pressure me into doing something sexual with him, so I opted to avoid putting myself in that situation until I was ready to make a firm commitment.

The tactic worked well and Pam returned from the store before too much time had passed, so I made sure to hang close to her until Brad got home too. This made it so Reid wasn't able to drag me off to his room where he could try to convince me to do something with him.

Shortly after Brad showed up, he pulled me aside and informed me that he'd taken the following day off from work so he could show me the houses he'd told me about earlier.

"Look, I haven't decided if I want to do this yet, so it might be a bit premature," I pointed out, since I felt he might be rushing things.

"I know, but this way if and when you do agree, we'll already know which places you'd prefer so we'll be able to make an offer without asking you to come back."

"What about Pam? Is she going to join us?"

"No. We've already gone through all of the places and have pared the choices down to these four. She'll be fine with any of them, so we just need your input."

"But she must like one or two more than the others." I was concerned and felt it important that we keep her happiest of all.

"Don't worry about it, because I had her rank the houses for me and she numbered her choices from one to four. Once you've done the same, the three of us will sit down and discuss the pros and cons of our top choices until we agree on the one we'd feel most comfortable with."

It seemed the two of them had thought this through already, so I agreed to go along and give him my honest opinion too. After I'd seen each of the places and the kids had gone to sleep Friday night, then the three of us would sit down together and discuss our choices. We'd do this until we reached a consensus on which house would be ranked first, second, and third, since you can't always be certain of getting your first choice.

Since Friday was now planned out for me, I helped Pam get dinner ready, and then after we ate I helped her clean up the dining room and kitchen too. I think Reid was getting frustrated that he wasn't able to pin me down long enough to spend some time alone, because once I'd finished doing those things with his mother, I went to spend time with the entire family. We watched a couple of shows on TV together before it was time for the kids to get ready for bed.

As soon as the last program ended, Pam took Evan and Ashley upstairs for their baths, and then Reid went to take his shower once they'd finished. I stayed downstairs and chatted with Brad until Pam returned, and then I spent some more time with both of them until I felt Reid had enough time to get his things from the room and go to sleep with his brother. Needless to say, I was mildly shocked when I open the bedroom door and found him lying on the mattress still wrapped only in a towel.

"What took you so long?" he huffed as I walked into the room. "I've been waiting here for a really long time."

"Reid, you didn't have to wait for me," I countered, trying to calm him down.

"But you said we could talk more tonight," he insisted, totally exasperated.

"Ok, I'll admit I forgot about making you that promise, but we'll have the entire weekend to talk. You still could have put your pajamas on and gone over to join your brother."

"But I wanted you to see this again," he announced as he pulled the towel off and dropped it on the floor. "I know you liked seeing me naked last night, so I wanted you to see me this way again. I wanted to remind you what you'll be getting if you do this for me."

"I'm already well aware of your assets," I replied playfully, while giving him a wink at the same time. "Just don't push too hard to get me to do this or I might just back away instead."

"Ok, ok. I'll stop bugging you about it, but do you want to jerk me off before I go to sleep?" he pressed, looking hopeful.

"No, not yet," I replied, since I still hadn't made up my mind if I was going to do this.

"Aw, come on," he whined, as his eyes continued to plead with me. "I haven't jerked off for two whole days now, because I was hoping you'd do it for me."

"Just head to the bathroom and take care of yourself quickly before you go to sleep," I suggested as he rolled his eyes in response.

"That's no fun," he griped as he placed his arms across his chest and began to pout. "Can't you just do it this once and then I won't bug you about doing it again while you're here."

"Reid, your offer is tempting, but I feel I should wait until I'm sure I'm going to go through with this," I reasoned, but I could tell he wasn't buying my argument.

"Well, I hope you make up your mind soon, because I'm not jerking off until you do it for me," he confessed, putting the onus squarely on my shoulders.

Reid slipped on his pajamas, gave me a quick kiss and a hug, and then flashed a final pleading glance in my direction as he exited the room. I watched as he slunk down the hallway looking totally dejected before entering Evan's room. Once the door had closed behind him, I went to the bathroom to finish my nightly preparations as well.

As I lay in bed later, I couldn't help but mentally go over my recent conversation with Reid, while noting how eager he seemed about doing this. If I were honest with myself, I was eager to do it too, but I wanted to be sure I'd covered all of the bases first, before I made a firm commitment. I hated to think the delay would mean the poor kid would suffer from blue balls until I did something with him or went home, but there was still a lot that I had to work out in my mind first.

Chapter 3
Many Plans

Shortly after Pam and the kids left the house the following morning, Brad called the realtor to make sure she was ready to show us the properties. As soon as she confirmed everything was set, we got in his car and set out for the first location. While we were traveling, Brad looked over at me and asked a question.

"I take it you haven't done anything with Reid yet, because he's seemed unusually grumpy the past couple of mornings and I don't think it's due to a lack of sleep." His comment surprised me and I felt the need to respond.

"I didn't want to do anything with him until I was certain I was willing to go through with this. It wasn't due to a lack of effort on Reid's part, though, because he's offered himself to me both nights. I just didn't want to take advantage of him or get his hopes up until I was prepared to totally commit to the idea."

"So are you close to making a decision?" Brad followed as he glanced over at me again.

"Let me put it this way, I'm closer to giving you an answer now than I was before. I'm sure that once I see where we might be living if I go through with this will give me a better idea of how it will work out. Once I know that, then it should push me even closer to making up my mind. The problem I'm having is that I'm not sure if I'll be able to say 'no' to Reid and disappoint him if I decide not to do this. He's a great kid and I've found myself attracted to him, so I'm worried about hurting his feelings."

"I understand, but it might help if you meet him halfway for now. Just do something simple with him tonight, like maybe jacking him off." Brad's comment totally shocked and surprised me. "I'm sure that wouldn't hurt him, even if you decided not to do this, but it might help to move you in one direction or the other."

"Oh, I'm sure of that," I croaked in reply, as I contemplated what my best friend had just suggested.

Once we met up with the realtor and began looking at the properties, I discovered two of the four houses would suit me just fine. Another would be acceptable, although not ideal, but I wasn't impressed with the final location.

The first place I liked had a small in-law apartment that had been added to the rear of the house and consisted of a kitchen, dining area, living room, and bedroom. It also had a separate exterior entrance that would allow me the freedom of entering or leaving the apartment whenever I wanted without disturbing the others. There was another doorway that connected the apartment to the rest of the house and would permit me to interact with the family without having to go outside. The best thing about this feature was that the door could be locked if I preferred my privacy instead.

The second place I found acceptable had a separate, detached, guesthouse located behind the main house, and the guesthouse had a similar layout as the apartment at the first place. The primary difference was that I wouldn't have easy access to the main house, which could be an issue in bad weather, although it would offer me greater privacy.

The house I found merely acceptable was much like the first place, in that the apartment had been added behind the garage and extended across a portion of the rear of the house. The biggest disadvantage was that there was no separate exterior entrance, so I'd always have to walk through the main house to enter or exit the apartment. It was a drawback, but still doable.

The place I didn't care for merely had a wing of the house that had been set aside for use by another relative. It was merely a collection of rooms and didn't have it's own kitchen, so I'd have to share that facility with the rest of the family. There was also no way I could close off the wing if I wanted privacy, although I could always shut and lock the door to the bedroom or the room I'd be using as my living room. The problem was that with two other children in the house, I felt there would be too great a chance for the other pair to sneak around and possibly discover what Reid and I were up to.

Once we'd looked at each of the places, Brad and I returned to his house so we could sit down and discuss things. After I'd told him my thoughts, he merely smiled and nodded his head.

"It's pretty much how Pam ranked the properties too, although her reasoning was slightly different. The good thing is that you've ranked the four houses in the same order that she had, so now we'll be able to make an offer, just as soon as you've made up your mind."

Oh, no pressure there! I knew he was right, though, but I still had a few other questions I wanted answered first.

"Brad, you told me that you caught Reid with an older boy, but you never shared the details. Would you be willing to tell me more about that now?"

"Sure, but lets grab a cup of coffee first." We went out to the kitchen and came back carrying our cups. After we sat down and got comfortable, he started to fill me in.

"It happened over Memorial Day weekend. There was a lot going on that day, because we were having a cookout with some of the neighbors, so Pam and I were busy getting things ready and allowed the kids to entertain themselves. Reid took off on his bike and was riding up and down the street, something he did quite often, so we didn't think anything about it. However, when he didn't show up when it got closer to the time we'd planned to eat, I went looking for him.

"I don't know how familiar you are with the area, but one of the streets ends in a cul-de-sac that abuts a small nature preserve. As I was driving around looking for Reid, I noticed his bike laying on the ground in that area and was curious about what he might be up to. Rather than call out for him, I decided to walk into the wooded area to see if I could locate him. It took a while, but eventually I heard some voices and quietly moved in that direction to see if one of the voices was his. When I spotted him, he was standing across from another boy who lived in the area and had just graduated from high school. They both had taken their shirts off and their shorts and underwear were down at their ankles."

"What did you do?"

"I didn't want to scar Reid's psyche by barging in and making an issue of what he was doing, so I made my way out to the road again and then started calling his name. Before long he came out of the woods and asked what I wanted, so I merely told him to hop on his bike and head home because it was time to eat."

"You mean that's all you did?"

"At that point, but I pulled him aside later to discuss what I'd seen. I also asked him to explain what he thought he was doing at the time."

"And what did he say?"

"He told me he knew the other boy and had run across him when he was out riding his bike. He explained that he saw the boy walking into the woods carrying a bag, so he decided to follow him and see what he was up to. When he caught up to the boy, he'd done it quietly enough so the other boy didn't realize he was there. Reid told me the boy was totally absorbed in looking at some magazines, which happened to be filled with photos of naked men. When Reid noticed this, he decided that he wanted to look at them too.

"After a few minutes of hesitation and internal debate, Reid said he finally found the courage to make his presence known and moved closer. He said his sudden appearance momentarily startled the older boy, but once he calmed down Reid explained that he was gay too and would like to join him. The boy agreed, and after they'd looked at the magazines for a while, the other boy asked Reid if he'd prefer to see the real thing, rather than just some photos. When Reid agreed that he would, they both started to undress and that's when I spotted them. I'm not sure how much further they might have gone if I hadn't called out to him, but I was concerned enough to have a serious discussion with Reid."

"Did you find out if they touched each other or did anything like that?"

"Reid informed me that they didn't get that far, but it might have happened if I hadn't showed up."

"So how did my name come up in all of this?"

"After Reid admitted to me that he was gay, he said he preferred older guys, so I asked him how much older. That's when he told me around my age or maybe even a little older. When I learned this, I decided to ask him about a few specific guys he knew who were around my age or slightly older to see how he reacted. I threw out the names of a few of our neighbors and some guys from work that Reid had met before, and then I mentioned your name. Reid's eyes immediately lit up at that point and he said that you were the hottest one of all." Brad chuckled after admitting this and began shaking his head. "That's actually what convinced me that you might be the answer to my newly discovered problem."

"He really said that?" I followed, and Brad nodded in agreement. "Well, at least Reid has good taste." I thought Brad was about to spit out the sip of coffee he'd just taken.

"You're not too conceited, I see," he mumbled after swallowing and regaining his composure. "I will admit, though, that I'm glad he chose you rather than one of the others, since I doubt that any of them are gay."

After Brad and I finished this conversation, I was nearly ready to make up my mind, but I decided to sleep on it for one more night first and then give him my answer the following day. If I chose to do this, it would leave the rest of Saturday and all day Sunday to spend with Reid, because I wasn't scheduled to fly home until Monday.

Brad took me out for lunch afterward and spent a great deal of time telling me about some of the things he would like to do to the places we had ranked first and second on our list. Most of the changes were merely cosmetic, like painting or papering a room, or possibly adding a fancier fixture here or there, but nothing too elaborate. However, this discussion was putting a little more pressure on me to make up my mind, since it all hinged on my agreeing to his proposal.

I couldn't think about much of anything else for the rest of the day, at least until Pam and the kids arrived home, and then I mentally pushed everything else aside. I did this because I didn't want anyone to think I was preoccupied or that something was amiss, so I tried to act as normal as possible. Later, Brad, Pam, and I would sit down to discuss this further, once the kids were in bed.

Pam ended up talking Brad into taking us all out to dinner that evening, saying she'd had a really rough day at work and was too tired to fix anything. Once this was decided, I offered to pick up the tab because I felt it was the least I could do to repay them for housing me and doing so much on my behalf while I was there.

When we returned home later, we played a couple of games with the kids first, before Pam took Evan and Ashley upstairs to get them ready for bed. As soon as they disappeared, Reid asked when I would be going to bed, so I explained that his mother, father, and I had some things to go over first, before I would be heading upstairs. He wasn't happy about this, but realized he'd have little success changing our plans, so he left to take his shower as soon as Pam came downstairs again.

It turned out that it didn't take very long to discuss the situation, seeing we were already pretty much in agreement about most issues, so I decided to turn in early. I did this so I'd be rested for the weekend, after Brad and Pam announced that we'd be taking the kids out and doing some things with them the following day.

When I reached the bedroom, I discovered Reid sprawled out on the mattress, laying on his belly, completely naked. "Wow, you got here a lot sooner than I thought you would!" he exclaimed as he looked up me. He then hopped off the bed and seductively thrust his hips in my direction, as he prepared to speak again. "Do you think we can do something now?"

I immediately recalled what Brad had said earlier, that it wouldn't do any harm if I were to masturbate Reid if I wanted, while also indicating that he was convinced it was what Reid wanted too. I had to agree with him and it was very tempting looking at that marvelous piece of teen flesh, so I quickly made up my mind.

"Ok, I'll masturbate you, but that's all," I confirmed, which caused Reid to tilt his head slightly to one side and look at me confused.

"Does that mean you're going to jerk me off?" he quipped, not understanding the terminology I'd used.

"Yes, that's what I mean. I've decided to do this for you because I was feeling badly that you've gone so long without any relief. I assume you probably masturbate once or twice a day, which made me feel even worse."

"Yep, I do, but I knew you'd give in if I didn't do it for awhile," he replied with a giggle.

"Oh you did, did you, you little weasel," I teased, as I reached out and began to tickle him. As I manipulated my fingers over his flesh, he began to laugh hysterically and lost his balance, falling backward and landing on the mattress. I didn't let up, though, and it caused him to squirm about, squealing for relief.

"Stop! Please! Quit tickling me or I'm going to pee all over the bed. I'm not fooling either," he announced in between giggles.

Since I didn't want to sleep on a damp mattress, I eased up and wrapped my arms around his midsection instead, so I could lift him off the bed. Then, I quickly sat down and flipped him over my knee, making him think I was going to spank his bare ass.

"I believe someone needs to be punished for playing tricks on me to get his way," I announced as I gave his butt a couple of playful whacks. Reid, however, howled as if I were actually punishing him.

"You'd better stop that and keep the noise down," I warned, since I didn't want anyone to come charging into the room to see what was going on. "We certainly don't need your family racing in here to find out what you're wailing about."

"Oh, right," he agreed as he thought about that happening and others seeing him without anything on. "That would be kinda embarrassing."

"You're right about that, but it would be your BARE ASS they'd be seeing, along with other parts," I joked as he stood up. I did this to let him know it would affect him more than me.

"Ok, so let's get started," he urged, as he flopped down on the bed beside me, offering up his body.

"You go empty your bladder first, and then I'll brush my teeth. When I've finished doing that, then I'll do it for you," I countered.

Reid quickly slipped into his briefs and raced down the hall, as I grabbed the things I'd need. When he returned, he had another question for me.

"You're not going to take a shower, are you?" he whined, since he thought that would take too long.

"No, I'll shower in the morning. I just want to brush my teeth and use the toilet, so I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Ok, but do it as fast as you can, because I really need this bad!" He groaned to emphasize the point.

"Don't worry. I won't take long," I assured him as I exited the room.

When I returned a few minutes later, I made sure to lock the door behind me before I walked over to the bed. A huge grin spread across Reid's face as I approached, since he was convinced he was finally going to get his way. He was also beginning to chub up and I hadn't even touched him yet, which only proved how excited he was.

Once I sat down on the mattress beside him, I rubbed my hand over his scrotum a few times, causing him to moan softly, before I finally wrapped my fingers around his shaft. His entire body shuddered in response as I slowly began to jerk him off, and he began to coo in appreciation. His torso also went limp as he completely surrendered his body to me and focused entirely upon what I was doing to him. While I pumped his penis in the usual fashion, he began to moan even more, but I noticed he had also closed his eyes. There was an angelic, peaceful expression covering his face as he reveled in the sensations that were rippling throughout his frame.

Knowing he was young and horny, I figured he wouldn't last very long, especially since he hadn't done this for a couple of days. A few minutes later, I noticed his body was visibly beginning to stiffen, just before he arched his back and lifted his butt off the mattress. He was grunting with relief as the first volley of his boy cream erupted from the tip and flew through the air. It was apparent that he'd been telling the truth about not having masturbated for awhile, because he produced much more semen than I would have expected. Not only that, but the tremendous force behind each blast appeared to be another indicator of his self imposed abstinence from this simple pleasure. His ejaculate sailed a long way before landing on his body, and in short order there were several puddles of mostly clear liquid coating his chest and abdomen, completing the impressive show.

As soon as the last of his juices had oozed from his dickhead, I licked my fingers to taste what remained and discovered it to be delightful and quite tasty. I also gave him as much time as he needed to return to earth from his orgasmic high, and when he finally opened his eyes, I grabbed the cum rag from its hiding place and tossed it to him. A look of total shock came over his face.

"How did you know where I kept that?" he demanded, as he looked up at me in awe.

"I think every boy has one stuffed somewhere in his room, and I accidentally discovered yours earlier. Don't worry, I'm not going to spill the beans or give your little secret away."

He audibly exhaled after I said this, before he started to wipe up the mess he'd recently created. He was still cleaning up when he spoke again.

"That was really wicked," he hissed, sounding almost out of breath. "It always feels good, but it never felt that good before."

"I'll agree that it usually seems better when you have a helping hand." He merely looked up at me and grinned at my choice of words.

"So does this mean you're going to move here and do stuff with me all the time now?" It was obvious he'd concluded that I must have made up my mind.

"I'm not sure yet and think I should sleep on it at least one more night." Hearing my response caused his smile to dim slightly.

"Then I'm sleeping in here with you!" he announced defiantly. "I'm going to prove to you that you should stay here and do this for me every night."

I wasn't sure what he had in mind to convince me, but the look on his face told me there would be no use in trying to argue the point with him. Instead, I stripped down to my underwear, turned off the light, and got into bed beside him. As soon as my head hit the pillow, Reid started kissing my face as he attempted to locate my lips in the dark. As soon as he found them, he began to make out with me, much to my surprise.

"Hey! How the heck do you know about kissing like that?" I challenged, since I thought he was new to all of this.

"I've seen my mom and dad doing it before, and I've watched some of the older guys and girls doin' it around school and on the bus." I guess that explained it sufficiently, seeing he hadn't developed any real technique yet.

"Ok, let's get some sleep then. I just hope no one comes looking for you before morning."

"It won't matter, because Mom and Dad already know we might be doing stuff with each other."

"But Evan doesn't know that, and he expects you to be sleeping with him while I'm here."

"Oh, yeah. I kinda forgot about that. I'll make sure to sneak over to his room and get in bed with him before morning. If he wakes up while I'm doin' it, I'll tell him I just got up to pee."

"Ok, that should work, so let's get some rest." He immediately began to settle in next to me, but then he suddenly spoke again.

"You smell really good."

"You're probably smelling the cologne I put on earlier."

"It's nice. What's kind is it?"

"It's called 'Polo'. It was a gift one of my students gave me on my last day teaching. I hadn't used it before and just happened to grab it off the dresser when I was packing to come here."

"I didn't know you were a teacher."

"Yes, I was for a couple of years, but I quit to focus on my writing."

"What did you teach?"

"English."

"Oh, because of your writing."

"Something like that." Now that he was satisfied, Reid snuggled up against me, got comfortable, and eventually fell asleep.

I have to admit that I truly enjoyed snuggling with the little shit, but he was gone when I woke up the next morning and I never even realized that he left. With any luck, Evan had been just as oblivious about his brother's tardy arrival and wouldn't say anything that might rouse suspicions.

We all ate breakfast together that morning and Brad kept looking between Reid and me. I think he must have figured out that I'd done something with his son, because Reid was smiling and very bubbly this morning, as compared to what Brad had told me about him the previous two mornings. I had a feeling that once we were alone Brad might ask me about what I'd finally done with his son.

After we finished our meal, Brad and Pam asked the kids what they thought about going to the park. They told the younger pair that they would be able to spend some time on the playground equipment first, and then we would all go for a walk on one of the hiking trails. I assumed they had intentionally not mentioned Reid's name when they talked about the playground equipment, so he wouldn't be grouped in with the younger children, at least not while I was there. I thought it was a nice touch on their part.

The kids were eager to agree with this suggestion, and Reid whispered in my ear that we could take a walk by ourselves while his parents watched the other two. I didn't have a problem with that and quickly nodded my head to show I approved.

The park was fairly large and in a nice area, so there weren't any immediate concerns about us wandering away from the group. Even before we'd left the house, I'd specifically mentioned to Brad that I felt Reid might try to use this opportunity to spend some time alone with me. I'd mentioned it to him while Reid was upstairs changing out of his pajamas and getting ready, since I was already dressed. I'd slept in my underwear and had dressed after taking my shower and before heading downstairs to join the others, so it gave me a chance to speak with Brad about this without Reid being there.

After we arrived at the park, Evan and Ashley went to spend time on the swings and Reid grabbed my hand and basically dragged me away from the others. I think Brad saw him doing this, but I believe Pam was too focused on the other pair at the time. Since Reid wasn't giving me much of a choice, I followed him wherever he wanted to go, but he didn't say a word to me until we were well away from the others.

"So are you going to stay here with me now?" he wanted to know, getting right to the point. He almost appeared to be holding his breath while awaiting my answer.

"I've thought about this a lot and made up my mind..." I replied, but he cut me off before I could finish.

"Does that mean you're going to stay here and do stuff with me or not," he demanded, since I hadn't given him a definite yes or no.

"Geez, I thought I did stuff with you last night," I quipped, which seemed to frustrate him even more.

"Will you just tell me if you're going to stay here and do more stuff with me then?" he whined, losing what little patience he had left.

"Yes, I've decided to move here eventually, but I'll have to go back and take care of a few matters first," I confirmed, much to his simultaneous relief and dismay. "I also feel it would be best if I waited to move here until after your parents are able to get a slightly larger place so there will be plenty of room for all of us. It will also take some time for me to pack up my belongings and get ready to move, but I promise to do it as quickly as I can."

"So how long is that going to take?" he nearly screamed, since he wanted a definite answer.

"I'm not sure, because part of it will depend on how quickly your parents are able to close on a new house." He sighed audibly in frustration.

"So you can't just tell me how long it will take before you come back?" He was shaking his head in disbelief.

"Maybe later this summer or early fall. I'm afraid it will take some time before your parents are able to close on a new house and move, and then they're going have to get your current house ready to put on the market. They'll need to sell it as fast as they can, because I'm sure they don't want to be paying on two mortgages."

"Do you have to sell your house too?" he followed, as he tried to figure this out on his own.

"No, because I'm only renting and merely have to give my landlord sufficient notice first. I'll do that as soon as your father informs me that the offer has been accepted on the new place and lets me know how soon he expects the deal to close."

I was positive that I hadn't answered Reid's question to his satisfaction, but it was the best I could do. For now, however, he'd have to be happy knowing I'd be moving there eventually. Besides, I wanted him to be a little older before we got involved in some of the other things I was convinced he'd want to try. He had only turned thirteen in June, and I had some concerns, most of which had to do with his age.

Once we'd joined up with his parents again, Reid made a comment to his father. "Dad, did you know that Uncle Quinn writes science fiction stories?"

"Yes, I'm aware of that fact, although I'm not sure if his books are out yet. Are they?"

"The first one came out a little more than a year ago and has been doing quite well. I've received some favorable reviews on it, and the next one should be hitting the stores in a couple more months."

"You should make them into a movie," Reid told his dad, and Brad froze in place as he looked at his son.

"You know, you might be right about that," he agreed after a slight delay. "Your Uncle Quinn and I did something similar to that in high school and college when we submitted projects to various competitions. It worked out pretty well for us too, since he wrote stories and I wrote screenplays on the same material, so this should probably work out just as well. Turning his books into screenplays would give me something to pitch to the studio, and if they like the idea it would earn both of us some extra money."

"That would be great, Dad, so you should do it."

I knew this meant Brad and I had even more to talk about before I returned home.

Chapter 4
Getting to Know You

After we got back from the park, I sat down with the family to have a quick lunch, and then Brad, Reid, and I went out to the backyard to chat about my stories. The other kids opted to watch the Disney channel instead, while Pam told us she had other things to do and wasn't going to join us. I didn't feel too badly about this, though, and just figured science fiction wasn't her thing.

"So can I go to Barnes and Nobles or log into Amazon and find your book?" Brad asked, once we sat down on the lawn chairs.

"You could, and you'd probably be able to find the first book, but it won't be necessary. I've already promised Reid that I'd send him a copy of both books, inscribed with a personal message and my autograph. I also have both manuscripts stored on my laptop, if you're in a hurry."

"Yeah, I want to do that!" Reid shouted.

"All I'll need is a flash drive that I can copy both files to for you. Then, you'll be able to access them immediately."

"Cool," Reid sighed as a dreamy expression crossed his face.

"It will be just like old times, especially once you're living with us, and I can't wait for that to happen!" Brad enthused. He was nearly as excited as his son about the way things were working out. "It's too bad Chuck isn't around, because I'm going to need someone to prepare the story boards so I can pitch the idea to the big wigs."

"Who's Chuck?" Reid wanted to know, since he had no idea who his dad was referring to.

"Chuck's an old friend of mine," I answered. "When I was in high school I used to write graphic novels and Chuck would draw the illustrations for me. We were a quite a team."

"And then when I wrote my script, I would often use those illustrations to help me understand and describe the action better," Brad chipped in.

"So a graphic novel is like a comic book then?" Reid followed, in an attempt to understand the term.

"Basically, but there are very distinct differences with the way I did things," I explained. "A comic book or typical graphic novel uses special 'speech balloons' or 'speech bubbles' to show what the characters are saying. The way I did it, though, the text was written in story form, but I added a drawing to each page to depict what was happening in that section."

"Oh, ok. I get it now," Reid confirmed. "Do you still have the graphic novels you wrote?"

"Actually, I do," I confessed, surmising what he was thinking. "I have them stored away at home, so when I move here I'll take them out and let you see them, if you want. In fact, we can even scan them into the computer so you can have copies of them too, if you find one or more interesting."

"Yeah, that would be great!" Reid squealed in delight.

We spent quite a bit more time talking about this some more, and Brad eventually told me he'd see if he could get someone from work to do the storyboards for him when he was ready. That wouldn't be for a while, though, because he'd have to read the stories first, but he could possibly get someone working on the story boards while he was working on the scripts. I told him that would be fine with me and I'd answer any of his questions as they arose.

After I copied the manuscripts onto the flash drive Brad had provided, Reid teased his dad to download the files onto his laptop so he could have a copy. After Brad asked if I had a problem with him doing that, I told him 'no' and they quickly headed off to transfer the material to their laptops so they could start reading the first story. While they were doing that, I went inside and sat down to chat with Pam.

"I want you to be honest with me. How do you really feel about buying a new house and having to move? Are you ok with the idea, or were you railroaded into doing this?" I was concerned how she felt about this and became slightly worried when she hesitated and didn't respond to my question for a few moments. Later, I realized she'd merely hesitated so she could mentally prepare what she wanted to say.

"I'll admit that I was initially only considering the idea for Reid's sake and to make him happy. I'd do anything to keep him safe, especially when it comes to preventing him from getting involved with people who might end up hurting him. The thing is that after thinking about this more carefully, I understood it would be good for the entire family as well."

"Really? What do you mean by that?" I was seeking a more complete explanation about why she'd said this.

"Well, I'm sure you've noticed that we're a little crowded here. When we have friends or family come to visit there's really no place for them to stay, so we end up having to rearrange things to cram everyone in. It happens more often than you'd think too, because we live so far away from our old friends and families. When they come to visit they usually want to stay for a while, and that generally creates a problem. You may have noticed that the kids' bedrooms are on the small side, which means it gets kind of crowded when the boys have to double up. It's also very cramped for the couples that visit and have to use one of those rooms."

"I can see where that would be a problem, and it'll become even more so as the kids get older."

"Exactly! The two houses we're considering not only have larger rooms, but they also have a fifth bedroom, not counting the one you'll be using. This will give us a little more flexibility, and even though I don't plan on having another child, you never know when an accident might happen." She giggled nervously after adding this last comment and started to blush slightly.

"Yes, I suppose if that were to happen then you'd be right back where you started from."

"Not quite. If we were using all of the bedrooms and had guests visit, we'd be able to send Reid down to stay with you, so the guests could use his room. If they also had children, as some do, one of the boys would be able to stay with Evan and one of the girls with Ashley, since their rooms would now be large enough to accommodate them. We'll also have Reid's room, if he staying with you, but we also have a couple of cots available to set up if they're needed, so this will be much better."

"And Reid will be welcome to stay with me whenever you find it necessary."

"If he doesn't try to move in with you permanently and you end up with more than you bargained for. To be honest, I suspect he's going to want to stay with you more often than just when we have company, so be prepared." After saying this she began to laugh, but I could actually see Reid trying to do something like this.

"Yes, I guess you will have more options at a new place," I confirmed, as I wondered how Brad and Pam would react if Reid wanted to stay with me on a regular basis. "So you're satisfied with the two places that we've ranked first and second?"

"Yes, they were my top two choices and in that same order too. I'm hoping we get the first one, though, because I really like the kitchen better. I also like the idea that we'll all be in the same house and Reid won't constantly be running outside to spend time with you."

"I agree and feel it will be more convenient too, seeing the apartment is attached to the house and not a separate structure. I also like that it has a door leading outside, so I won't have to traipse through the house whenever I want to go out for some fresh air or go somewhere. I also like the fact it has a door connecting me to the main house, so I can visit you guys no matter what the weather is like."

"Precisely," she agreed, which seemed to end our conversation.

Now that I was convinced Pam hadn't been forced into this, I went to see how Brad and Reid were doing with my story. I wanted to hear their comments and see if they had questions about anything.

"I really like this so far," Brad stated after he looked up when I entered the room. "It has an 'Indiana Jones' feel to it, with a touch of 'Star Wars', 'Star Trek', and 'Stargate' thrown in for good measure."

"So you don't think it's too far out there or will be too difficult to turn into a movie?" I pressed, looking for his honest take on it.

"Hell, no!" he shot back, almost jumping out of his chair as he answered. "Since you've used various sites from the earth's past, we'll be able to focus on those locations and it will give the viewers something they can truly relate to. I think it's brilliant."

"I'm glad you approve," I stated, relieved. "I think I'll go over to see what Reid thinks about it too."

Brad merely nodded and turned back to the screen again as I left the room and went looking for Reid. He was in his room and so absorbed in reading that he almost didn't notice me enter.

"This is super! I love it," he enthused as he began bouncing up and down on the bed. "I hope the other story is this good too, because I can't wait to read that one either."

"I'm glad you approve," I stated, feeling wonderful that they were both enthusiastic about my first story.

"I really like this a lot, but can you put me in your next story somehow? Maybe you could even make me a character that does something important," he added, looking hopeful.

"I'm pretty sure I can work you into it somehow," I replied as I grinned at him. "In fact, maybe we can even brainstorm some ideas and see which ones you like best."

"That would be so cool!" he gushed, as he hopped off the bed and raced over to me. He then threw his arms around my chest and gave me a big squeeze, before looking up and speaking again. "I'm so glad my mom and dad asked you to move in with us and they're going to let you do stuff with me. I really love you, Uncle Quinn."

That was the first time Reid had used the 'L' word with me since he'd found out why I was there. I could tell he really meant it too, but I wasn't going to delude myself into thinking he was 'in love' with me. However, it was enough to know that he loved me like he loved his mom, dad, and siblings, which was as much as I could hope for.

"I love you too, little man," I replied, with the words coming directly from my heart. "I didn't mean to interrupt anything and just wanted to see how you were doing. Go back to reading and I'll catch up with you again later."

"Ok, Uncle Quinn. I'd really like to spend more time with you, but I want to read this too. You aren't mad, are you?"

"No, not at all. When your reading my stories, you're kind of spending time with me too." He flashed me a huge grin when I said this, because it had obviously made him feel better.

After dinner, Brad and Reid decided to read some more, so Pam and I spent the time with Evan and Ashley. Evan even asked if I'd give him his bath later, and when I looked over at Pam she merely nodded in agreement, since it would be one less chore for her to perform.

Evan was thrilled that I was going to do this for him, and seeing him naked in the tub made me feel as if I were bathing Reid when he was younger, since they had so many features that were alike. It also made me wonder if Evan might eventually turn out to be gay as well.

I was very good and didn't do anything other than wash Evan, although we fooled around a bit too and splashed each other, but nothing more than that. I even asked his permission first before I cleaned his 'private' areas. He merely nodded his head without giving it a second thought, and after I dried him off we exited the bathroom and headed across the hall to his bedroom. Reid was just coming down the hallway as we reached Evan's door.

"What are you doing?" he asked, as he glanced between me and his brother, who was clad only in a towel.

"Evan asked me to give him a bath and your mother agreed it would be alright, so we're just finishing up," I answered as Evan entered his room. "Now, I'm going to help him get ready for bed."

I wasn't sure if Reid was going to be upset with me for doing this, but an evil grin appeared on his face instead. Did that mean I was in trouble and he had thought of a way to get even with me, or did he have something else in mind?

"Just come to my room when you're done," he stated, as he went in to use the bathroom.

Seeing Reid had moved on, I entered Evan's room. As soon as I walked through the door, Evan told me I was supposed to get something out of the dresser for him to wear to bed. He said his mother always did it for him, so he felt I should do it too. It took a few seconds before I located the correct drawer, and then I helped him get dressed, before he asked me tuck him in. As soon as he was settled under the covers, I bid him pleasant dreams, kissed him on the forehead, turned off the light, and shut the door on the way out. I then walked over to Reid's room, while still wondering how he was going to react to what I'd done with his brother.

"Since you gave Evan a bath, can we shower together so you can wash me too?" he asked, which explained the evil grin I'd noticed on his face earlier.

"I suppose we could do that if you wanted. I doubt your parents would object to the idea, considering what they've already agreed to let us do."

"Yep, that's what I want to do then, but only after you jerk me off," he added with a smirk.

"Oh, making demands now, are ya?" I eyed him suspiciously and wondered how far he was prepared to take this.

"Yep, so shut the door and lock it!" he instructed as he hurriedly removed his clothes.

"Yes, your majesty. Is there anything else your poor, humble servant can do for you?" I followed, raising my eyebrows up and down as I looked at the naked boy in front of me.

"Cut it out," he snapped back irritated, but not angry. "I don't want to you to think I'm giving you orders like I was the king, or even your dad. I just want to be able to talk to you about what I want and then have you agree to help me with it because you want to, and because you love me."

"I do love you, Reid, but hearing you bark out 'only after you jerk me off' didn't exactly sound like a suggestion," I offered, as he sheepishly looked me in the face. "Neither did 'so shut the door and lock it'."

"Yeah, ok. I guess that did sound kind of bossy, didn't it? I'm sorry about that, but I really enjoyed it when you did it to me last night and wanted you to do it again. I just thought if we did it before we got in the shower, then we could clean up the mess in there."

"Ok, I can see your point, but I'll do you one better," I countered, which caused him to look at me oddly. "What if I jerk you off in the shower instead, so there won't be any mess to begin with."

His face lit up like a giant spotlight as he hurriedly grabbed my hand and attempted to drag me out of the room. However, I felt I needed to point something out to him first. "I think you might be forgetting something," I offered, which caused Reid to stop and look at me strangely. "Or do you enjoy parading down the hall naked?"

Reid suddenly glanced down and blushed. "I guess I forgot I didn't have nothin' on."

"Just throw on your briefs and I'll strip down to my boxers so we can head to the bathroom."

He scrambled to find where he'd tossed his underwear, and once he'd put them on, I was ready too. We then walked down the hall to the bathroom, and as I was shutting and locking the door, Reid turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. He then lowered his briefs and stepped into the shower before turning toward me.

"I've been waiting to see that for a long time," he announced as he stared at my groin. It never dawned on me that he hadn't seen me naked before.

As he continued to ogle my equipment, I stepped into the shower behind him, pulled the curtain closed, and began to wash his body, since that was what he'd requested in the first place. I carefully cleaned every square inch of his body, starting with his back and then working my way around to the other side. When I finished, I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his already turgid cock, which caused him to sigh contentedly. Then, he began to moan as I began to stroke it, before leaning back against me and resting his head on my chest.

Just as had happened the previous night, Reid only lasted a couple of minutes before his body stiffened and his penis erupted in a handful of volleys of his thin, clear ejaculate. I wrapped my arms around his chest after he'd orgasmed, since I was afraid he was going to collapse, and then I held onto him until I was sure he could stand on his own again.

"Man, that was even better than last night," he sighed as he turned around to give me a hug. "Now, it's my turn to wash you."

I couldn't very well deny him the chance to return the favor, so I let him to wash me next. He started out just as I had, washing my back and then moving around to the front. When he felt I was sufficiently clean, he gently reached down, wrapped his hand around my penis, and tenderly began to stroke it. He'd only pumped it a couple of times when I reached out, grabbed his wrist, and made him stop.

"What's the matter? Was I doing something wrong?" he asked, sounding panicked.

"No, you weren't doing anything wrong, it's just that I'm not sure if I should be allowing you to do this yet," I offered, as he looked at me with his eyes wide open.

"Please. It's not fair if I can't do it to you too," he whined, trying to convince me. "Isn't that why my mom and dad agreed to let us do stuff, so I could do it to you too?" I thought about this briefly.

"Yes, I suppose you're right," I concurred after I'd given it a little more thought. "Ok, if that's what you want to do, then I won't stop you again."

As soon as I finished saying this, he started yanking on my penis again, but this time much more forcefully. "Hey, take it easy with that. I don't want you pulling it off."

"Oops, sorry," he apologized as he toned down his effort and proceeded more gently.

I had to admit it actually felt good and I'd forgotten how wonderful it was to have someone you cared about giving you so much pleasure. I lasted considerably longer than Reid had and I think his arm was beginning to tire or possibly even cramp up, because he kept pausing and flexing his fingers.

"What's wrong?" I asked the next time he did it.

"Do you usually take this long to shoot your stuff?" he breathed in my ear.

"Yep, sometimes longer," I confirmed, and then I heard him gasp and suck in air.

"Really? How come I shoot a lot faster then?"

"It's because you're young, horny, and have a hair trigger," I replied, trying not to laugh. "You're merely focused on the end result, when you finally cum, but someday you'll learn there's more to the journey than just reaching the destination."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he demanded, sounding frustrated.

"I can't explain it now, because I have my needs too, but I'll tell you more in due time. If you want, I can finish it this time."

"No, I want to do it!" he blurted out, as his hand started moving again. "I can do it. Really."

"Ok, but let me know if you want me to lend a hand," I added, using a play on words.

However, Reid was determined to finish this and continued until I finally spewed my load. He even gasped when he saw how much semen I'd produced.

"Dang, do you shoot that much all the time?" He looked at me amazed.

"Yes, I do, but it's pretty typical for most adults. You will most likely start producing more as you mature, so don't worry about it or think something's wrong with you."

"Whew! I'm glad you told me that, because I was beginning to wonder," Reid confessed, looking relieved.

Now that I'd cleared this up for him, we finished our shower, brushed our teeth, and returned to his bedroom. Since he made no move to go join Evan, it was pretty clear that he was planning on sleeping with me again.

"Can I just sleep like this?" he asked as he let his towel drop to the floor.

"Why? We've already done all we're going to do for now," I pointed out, as I wondered why he'd asked.

"I know, but I just want to sleep this way with you. It seems like a neat thing to do and more grown up. You can even play with my dick some more if you want."

"So you just want to sleep naked because you're hoping I'll play with your penis some more?" I waited to see his reaction and hear his response.

"No, it's not that!" he blurted out, and then he looked as if he was scared that he'd done something wrong. "It's just that I've never done this before and it seemed like it would be fun to try."

"I guess you can do it if you want to, but it doesn't mean that I'm going to fondle your penis again." He accepted this without further comment.

After we got in bed, Reid cuddled up against me and I felt his penis resting against my thigh. He instinctively began to hump my leg like a horny dog and started to bone up again, but I opted to ignore his actions and not say anything. He stopped doing it a minute later and his erection went down as soon as he started to drift off to sleep. As his breathing evened out, I rolled in his direction and kissed him on the forehead, while wondering if I was actually biting off more than I could chew. Maybe that's a poor choice of words in this instance, but never having really dealt with someone so young in an adult situation like this before, I wondered if I was getting in over my head. Ok, maybe that was another poor choice of words, but I think you know what I mean.

Chapter 5
Our Final Day Together For Now

Part way through the night Reid rolled onto his side so he was facing away from me, but then he quickly scooted his body backward until we were spooned together. His butt was firmly pressed against my groin and caused my penis to firm up, so I soon found my manhood nestled comfortably in the crack of his ass. I wasn't sure if Reid was even aware of what he'd done, but I certainly was.

Since he apparently wanted, or possibly needed, to feel my body touching his, I lifted my arm, gently wrapped it around his chest, and tenderly snuggled with him. It took a little while before my body calmed down enough so I was able to fall asleep, but eventually the sexual implications of what he'd unconsciously done began to fade and I slowly gave in to my weariness. As soon as that happened, I enjoyed the most peaceful and relaxing night's slumber that I'd had in a very long time. You know, I believe I could really get used to this.

I woke up later when Reid was getting ready to go over to Evan's room so he could crawl into bed with him. Even though I didn't want him to leave, I knew he did this in order to avoid unwanted questions from his brother. However, I realized this would no longer be a problem once I finally moved in with the family, because then we'd all have our own bedrooms. Since they'd no longer be required to double up due to my presence, Reid would be able to spend the night with me whenever he wanted, without having to be quite as concerned about his brother finding out what he was up to.

I eventually fell back to sleep after he'd taken off, although I didn't sleep quite as well from that point on. When I finally got up later, I dressed and went downstairs to have breakfast with the family. Seeing it was Sunday, I wasn't sure if they might be planning on attending church, because I'd never been with them on that day of the week before. I usually flew home on Saturday night whenever I'd stayed there, so I'd be able to use the next day to rest up, but I soon discovered church wasn't part of their Sunday routine. This, however, didn't mean they intended to stay home, and that became obvious when Pam and Brad asked the kids if they'd like to see a movie.

After a raucous chorus in confirmation, we looked to see what was playing. The two younger kids immediately announced that they wanted to see "Zootopia", an animated feature, while Reid preferred "Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice" instead. After discussing the situation with Brad and Pam, they eventually agreed to accompany the younger pair while I took Reid to the other theater. The kids were all satisfied, which was all that really mattered, so they raced off to get ready to leave.

As soon as everyone was set, we loaded into Brad's Toyota Highlander hybrid and headed over to the cinema complex. Brad and Pam each owned a hybrid, since they were extremely concerned about the environment and the future of the world their kids would be living in, and this was only one of the ways they addressed the issue. I'll admit I admired them for being willing to put their money where their mouths were and taking a stand.

Once we got to the cinema complex, Brad purchased the tickets, so I bought everyone a drink, along with a tub of popcorn they could take in with them to share. Then we made our way to the individual theaters, found seats, and got comfortable.

"This is almost like being on a date," Reid whispered once we'd taken our seats. "I think it's really neat. Don't you?" As I turned to respond, I noticed his face was practically glowing as he awaited my answer.

"Yes, it is," I agreed, since I didn't want to ruin the moment for him. He seemed sincerely excited about the two of us being alone, and I had to admit it was kind of nice too, but I wondered if there was more to this than just what met the eye. Did he merely want me to fool around with him as I was first told, or was this about more than just a purely physical encounter? Did his response now indicate that he was looking for some sort of deeper commitment, possibly even a romantic relationship?

The previews started shortly after that brief exchange ended, so we settled in and focused on the screen. Before long, I felt his body lean against mine and he rested his head on my shoulder. Then, he lifted his arm that was farthest away from me, reached across his body, and placed his hand on mine. When he did this, it made me wonder if he was possibly experiencing his first case of puppy love.

Reid remained like that for most of the movie and only broke contact with me momentarily, when either taking a swig of his soda or grabbing a handful of popcorn. Once he finished doing either of those things, he'd immediately resume his previous position and get comfortable again.

I thought the movie was ok, although not great, so I spent some of the time watching Reid instead. I noticed he had a dreamy expression plastered across his face, and I wasn't sure if he was actually focused on the movie either, because he didn't always seem to respond to what was happening on the screen. This made me wonder if he was spending the time thinking about something else, possibly even daydreaming about us and how he hoped this would work out.

When the movie ended, I decided to see how much of it he'd actually seen. "So what did you think of the movie? Did you like it?"

"Yeah, it was good," he answered evasively, but I wasn't about to let him off the hook so easily.

"Which parts did you like best?" I glanced down and noticed he seemed to be wracking his brain to come up with an answer.

"All of it. I mean I hated that they were being so mean to Superman at the beginning, but I guess it worked out pretty good." I thought this was another cryptic and evasive answer, but I didn't want to push him too hard.

"Ok, let's go see if your parents are waiting for us."

We left the theater and found Brad, Pam, and the kids standing in the lobby. As soon as they saw us, they started moving in our direction, ready to leave.

"You shoulda come wiv us," Evan began as he rushed up to Reid. "The movie was funny and really good."

"Yeah, it was," Ashley chimed in. "Did you like the movie you saw?"

"Yeah, it was good," Reid answered briefly before following the others out to the car. Reid had a hold of my arm the entire way, using both hands like a clingy teenage girl, but I decided not to react to what he was doing. I'm certain his parents noticed his actions when they glanced back to make sure there were no problems, but neither of them said anything about it.

During the ride home, Evan and Ashley told us all about the movie they'd seen, and I think they were a little surprised when Reid didn't do the same thing. Instead, he leaned against me, still holding onto my arm, and merely smiled or nodded his head.

When we got to the house, Brad let me know that he wanted to talk, so I told Reid I had some things to go over with his parents before I'd be able to spend time with him. He didn't take it as badly as I'd expected and told me he'd just go up to his room and continue reading my story. I suggested he could come down to get me when he finished.

In the meantime, Brad and Pam sent the little ones to watch TV, and then we each grabbed a cup of coffee before heading into the dining room to chat. "What's up with Reid?" Pam asked as soon as we sat down. "Is something going on that we aren't aware of?"

"To be honest, I'm not sure," I responded, equally confused. "I think he might be turning this into something more than just hoping I'll teach him a few things about being gay and messing around with him a little. In fact, I think he might have developed a crush."

"Oh, damn. My son's falling in love for the first time and he's head-over-heels with my best friend," Brad teased before he started to snicker.

"Be nice," Pam countered, playfully slapping his arm. "I think it's cute, but you'll have to let him down easy, Quinn. Just be gentle, because he's at a very impressionable age."

"I know, but I'm actually hoping he'll get over this on his own while I'm away," I replied as I looked from one to the other. "He was leaning against me throughout the entire movie and resting his head on my shoulder. He also kept one of his hands on top of mine for much of the time too."

"And seeing how he was clinging to you on the way out made me worry that some of the other moviegoers might make comments about what he was doing," Brad added shaking his head. "I was worried that any overtly critical or derogatory remarks might embarrass him and I wasn't sure how he might react if that happened."

"He seems to have fallen really hard for you," Pam chipped in. "It's not unusual, though, especially if he's truly been bitten by the love bug for the first time."

"I know and I got the same impression," I agreed. "I'm not sure what I can do to address this, but I'll at least try to prepare him for my departure tomorrow."

"Doesn't he already know that you're leaving?" Brad followed, as he looked at me confused.

"I believe his brain is aware of that fact, although I'm not sure his heart is ready to acknowledge it or that he's prepared to let me go," I answered as I shrugged my shoulders. "Hopefully, I'll be able to help him realize what's going to happen so he won't take it too badly, especially before heading off to spend the day at camp."

"I hope you can make him understand, because I'm not sure if I'm ready to deal with his first heartbreak," Pam stated, smiling weakly at me.

"I'll do my best. Maybe I can distract him by doing something else with him," I offered as I looked at Pam and then Brad.

"I don't think I want to know the details," Pam replied, blushing slightly.

"Yes, too much information. I think that's something the two of you should keep to yourselves," Brad added, making a face.

"I think you both got the wrong impression about what I meant," I quipped, while playfully imagining what they'd been thinking. "I was only suggesting that I might be able to distract him by talking about my upcoming story. Reid asked if I could include him as a character in my next book, so I thought I might be able to discuss some ideas with him about that."

"Sorry, I guess we jumped to the wrong conclusion," Pam apologized.

"I'd expect Brad's mind to be in the gutter, but yours?" I teased, not adding more. This caused Pam to blush again, but this time turning even redder than before.

"Thanks, buddy. I have a high regard for you too," Brad joked as he made a face and gave me the finger.

"I guess we've been married so long that he's started to rub off on me," Pam added, taking a verbal swipe at her husband as well.

"And I love you too," Brad shot back, sticking out his tongue. He obviously knew better than to give her the finger too.

Once that conversation ended, Brad and I started talking about his turning my manuscript into a screenplay and I mentioned a few issues I thought he might face. When we began to get into the intricate details, Pam excused herself and headed out to the kitchen to make lunch. Brad and I continued talking about this and only stopped when Pam announced it was time to eat, and then Brad went to call the kids, while I helped Pam set the table and carry the food into the dining room.

During the meal, Reid was going on and on about the part of the story he'd just read. He was very animated and talked a mile a minute, which caused his parents to look at each other and grin. Then, Pam glanced over at me, winked, and smiled. I think this meant that she thought her son's antics indicated he was truly infatuated with me, possibly in love.

When Reid stopped to take a breath, Evan and Ashley asked if he was referring to the movie he'd seen, so he told them he was talking about my book. Then he explained to them that I had written two books so far and he was reading them. That seemed to be enough for the younger pair, because they appeared to tune him out after that.

After we finished eating, Reid said he was going back upstairs to read because he wanted to finish the first story before we went to bed. I wasn't sure how fast he could read, but if he wasn't a speed reader then I doubted if he'd reach his goal. My first story was nearly 400 pages long in book form, so possibly this was just wishful thinking on his part.

Brad took off shortly thereafter so he could read as well, so Pam and I spent the time with the other kids. We took them out for a walk and then we played some games with them when we got back. Afterward, we told the kids they were on their own, while I went out to help Pam fix dinner.

"I'm a little surprised by how quickly Reid has fallen for you and that he's now involving himself in so many aspects of your life, including your writing," Pam said while we were working in the kitchen. "I sometimes have mixed feelings about allowing him to do this, but then I realize it's the right thing to do if I want to keep him safe. Just promise that you'll be good to him and won't do anything to hurt him."

"I promise, Pam, so you don't have to worry. Even though I've been around Reid since he was born, I've never really had a chance to get to know him before. During this brief visit I've become very fond of him too, so I want you to understand that I'll never do anything that might harm him."

"I'm glad Brad thought about asking you to do this, because I'm not sure if I would have trusted anyone else."

"And I'll do everything I can to make sure you never regret your decision."

When dinner was ready, I helped Pam put it on the table and then I went to call the others to join us. I had to go upstairs to get Reid, seeing he hadn't responded to my verbal summons and was apparently absorbed in the story.

"Reid, it's time to eat," I said as I entered his room. It was the first time I'd seen him since he went upstairs after lunch.

"Ok, I'll be there in a minute. I just want to finish reading this chapter."

"Just don't take too long or the food will get cold." I then went downstairs and explained that he'd be with us shortly.

We'd all filled our plates by the time Reid got to the table, so we passed everything to him so he could take what he wanted. "I've never seen you read this much before," his mother commented as she looked at him oddly.

"I don't usually, but Uncle Quinn's story is really good."

"Thank you. I'm glad you're enjoying it."

"Can I read it too?" Ashley asked, as she anxiously looked in my direction. Her question came as a complete surprise, especially considering she hadn't seemed interested when Reid mentioned the story earlier.

"Maybe when you're a couple of years older, because right now I think you might find it a bit difficult to get through," I answered, trying to let her down gently. "It's a science fiction story, so that means there's a lot of science involved, but there's also a bunch of historical facts and locations included too."

"Yuck! That sounds like a schoolbook," she quipped, so I felt this meant it would be the last time she'd ask about reading it.

Reid didn't return to his room after dinner because he'd decided to give his eyes a rest. Instead, he announced that he wanted to spend time with me alone, so we went out to the backyard where we could talk. I felt this might be a good opportunity to discuss some ideas for the character he wanted me to include in my next story, so I gave him a brief rundown about the rough outline I'd sketched out concerning the plot. I then mentioned a couple of possible ideas about how I could work him in, and he selected the suggestion he liked the best. Once that had been resolved, I promised to do my best to portray his character the way he wanted.

"Ummm, you're leaving tomorrow, aren't you?" he followed after we'd worked out the other issues.

"Yes, your father is going to drop me off at the airport on his way to work." Reid was looking at me through sorrow-filled, puppy dog eyes, so I knew this was bothering him.

"I wish you didn't have to go and could just stay here with me."

"I'll be back before you know it. In fact, you might not even have a chance to miss me."

"I miss you already and want to be close to you until you leave. Can we shower together again tonight? I really liked doing that, and then I want to sleep with you too."

"Sure, I don't have a problem with doing either of those things."

"Will you also help me get off? That would be really nice and I kinda need it."

"Sure, I imagine I can do that for you too." His face broke out in a huge grin.

Before we had a chance to do any of those things, though, Evan came outside and asked if I'd give him a bath again. "You mean last night wasn't enough for you?" I teased.

"Nope. It was fun, so I want to do it again."

"Ok, but you'd better go ask your mom if she minds."

After he took off, I turned to speak with Reid. "You don't mind, do you?"

"I did last night, but it doesn't bother me now. I understand why he wants to have you do it, because he likes you too and knows you'll be leaving soon. Besides, you'll be doing stuff with me after he's in bed."

"I'm glad you understand and are mature enough to accept it." He flashed me an 'aw shucks', bashful grin just as Evan walked outside again.

"Mom said it's ok." he yelled, although she was right behind him.

"Do you mind doing this? I hope he didn't trick you into it or just come in to ask me on his own," she stated, giving me a quizzical glare.

"No, I don't mind and I told him to ask you if it was alright," I confirmed.

"I just wanted to make sure," she said, before turning to go back inside.

Seeing that had been cleared up, Evan and I headed up to the bathroom and he got undressed while I was adjusting the water and filled the tub. Then, I lifted him into the tub and washed him again, just as I'd done the previous night. This time, however, I played a couple of games with him too, such as 'This Little Piggy' with his toes and then I used my hand as a airplane that would zoom in to tickle him on the neck, side, or behind his knees.

"I like it when you wash me. You're more fun than mommy."

"Thank you, but I don't think you should let her hear you say that."

"I won't."

"Good."

After I dried him off, I followed Evan over to his room, dug out his PJs, and then tucked him in bed. I also wished him sweet dreams and told him I'd see him again in a few weeks, before I kissed him on the forehead and left the room. I went directly to Reid's room next, to see if he was ready to shower or if he wanted to wait.

"Do you want to jerk me off here or in the shower?" he countered.

"I was thinking we might do something a little different tonight after we've showered."

"Does that mean I'll still get off, because I really need to cum?"

"Yes, I promise. Do you want to shower now or wait awhile?"

"We can do it now."

That was all I needed to hear, so Reid and I started to strip down to our underwear. We stopped, however, when I heard Pam and Ashley's voices down the hall and realized I'd forgotten that Pam had to get Ashley ready for bed too.

"I guess we'll have to wait until they're finished," I told Reid.

"Ok, but I want you to hold and kiss me until their done."

Even as I agreed, I realized his request confirmed my previous suspicions. He had a crush on me and was doing this to act out another part of his fantasy. Rather than say anything about it, I merely played along and did what he wanted. As soon as we started kissing he quickly became the aggressor, although he remained quite affectionate as our tongues dueled and we made out.

We did this until I heard his mother heading downstairs, and then we waited a couple more minutes before we made our way to the bathroom. After getting in the shower, we tenderly washed one another, but this time without engaging in any sexual play. Instead, we simply dried off, wrapped the towels around our waists, grabbed the underwear we'd worn, and returned to his room. As soon as the door was closed and locked, I grabbed his towel, pulled it off, and tossed it on the floor.

"You're all mine now," I announced as I picked him up and laid him on the bed. Then I straddled his supine form, bent forward, and kissed him again, before slowly working my way down his body.

Reid started squirming as I attacked his neck, groaning as I sucked on his nipples, and cooing as I eased my way over his belly and zeroed in on his groin. He was gasping by the time I started licking and tenderly nipping at the delicate skin covering his scrotum, moaning when I ran my tongue up and down his rigid shaft, and basically squealing excitedly when I finally opened my mouth and lowered my head over his steely rod.

When he felt my warm, moist lips close around his pride and joy, his body shivered in anticipation, before he sighed contentedly and nearly passed out from pure ecstasy. In fact, he was practically hyperventilating before I even began to bob up and down on his erection, but fortunately that never happened, although he continued to pant heavily. Seeing he was fine, I turned my attention to giving him the best blowjob possible and providing him with the relief he was seeking. For that reason, I nearly failed to recognize what else he was doing.

As I focused on his midsection, Reid was starting to frantically flop about on the mattress and accidentally caused the bed frame to bang rhythmically against the wall. Although that might prove troublesome, I was even more concerned about the noises emanating from his throat, because they were gradually getting louder and creating a more imminent threat. When I eventually became aware of what was happening, I started to worry that either of those things could cause others to come running to see what was going on. There was also the chance that it might take a more personal toll on Reid and cause him to hyperventilate or simply pass out due to the over-stimulation from the pleasurable feelings coursing through his lithe frame. Either way, there was the potential that it might create an embarrassing scene neither of us would want to deal with.

After I got Reid to calm down slightly, I felt his hands beginning to press against the back of my head in an attempt to control both the action and the pace. Then, he started thrusting his hips up and down, as he energetically worked his penis in and out of my willing orifice. He was huffing and puffing from the duel effects of the physical exertion and enjoyment he was receiving, making it sound as if he was in the middle of running a marathon.

Steadily, he increased the pace with which he was sliding his organ in and out of my mouth until it became evident that he was approaching that glorious point of no return. A couple of seconds later, he rammed his penis into my throat one final time and released his seed. Instinctively, I gulped the sweet nectar down as fast as I could until he was completely drained, and then I pulled away and stared up at his face.

Reid was lying motionless on the bed with his eyes closed, although his chest was still heaving noticeably. Gradually, the rhythm of his breathing slowed and his body recuperated from the powerful orgasm he'd just experienced. Once he'd regained his senses, his upper body bolted upright on the bed, placing him in a seated position on the mattress, and then he gazed into my eyes as a huge grin spread across his lips.

"That was incredible! I thought it felt terrific when you jerked me off, but what you just did was WAY better. When I shot my load, my head started spinning and I thought my skull was going to explode. Then, I felt that I was going to pass out."

I looked at him briefly before I responded. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Oh, yeah. Totally. So do you want me to do that to you now?" He had a look of anticipation on his face.

"No, that won't be necessary. I'm afraid that since your hand and arm got tired and started to ache while you were jacking me off, then there's no way in hell that you'll be able to make me cum using your mouth."

"But I can try, or do you just want me to jerk you off again?"

"I'm fine and you don't have to do either. I'm not as young and horny as you are, so I don't need to get off quite as often. Let's just go to sleep and get some rest."

"But this is the last chance I'll have to do it for you before you leave."

"Don't think of it like that, because we'll be able to do it a lot more once I return. It's not like you won't get the chance to do it again, so it's not a big deal."

"Are you sure?" I merely nodded in response. "Ok, but I want you to put your arm over me when we're in bed, like you did last night. I liked that a lot and it helped me sleep really good."

"I'm glad."

Since that was settled, I joined him on the bed, spooned up with him from behind, and then draped my arm over his chest and held him tightly. Once we were in that position, our breathing began to slow and we eventually drifted off, the prelude to a very enjoyable and relaxing slumber.

Chapter 6
Home and Back Again

I got up early the next morning, finished packing my suitcase, and prepared to head downstairs with Reid. He hadn't been willing to leave my side since we woke up, and I didn't want to push him away, so I let him do what he wanted as long as he continued getting ready.

After we ate breakfast together, I said goodbye to each of the kids and gave them a hug, but then I pulled Reid aside so I could give him a kiss too. As the kids headed out the door to get in the car, I gave Pam a hug and a kiss on the cheek before she left to drop them off at day camp on her way to work. I also thanked her for everything she'd done, including trusting me with her son, and then once she'd driven away, Brad and I hopped into his vehicle and took off for the airport.

"I hope Reid doesn't become grumpy and start acting miserable after you leave," he commented while navigating through traffic.

"Why would he do that?" I countered, missing the point.

"I have a feeling he's not going to be very happy once you're gone. Hell, even a blind man can see how much he adores you, so I'm sure he's going to be upset once you leave. If I'm reading him correctly, I think I can safely say he's fallen head over heels for you. That's good, though, because it confirms that Pam and I made the right choice by asking you to do this, and if I'm not mistaken I believe you feel the same way about him."

"Yes, you're right about that. As strange as it may seem, I feel just as strongly about him."

"I'm glad to hear that, because I once thought you were going to be a confirmed bachelor and end up living alone for the rest of your life. I was fairly certain you preferred younger boys, but I wasn't sure how that was going to work out for you until now."

I quickly glanced over at Brad because his comment had caught me by surprise and I wasn't sure if he might just be joking. I hoped I'd be able to tell one way or the other by reading his facial expressions or seeing what clues I could pick up from his body language, but my efforts were unsuccessful. Therefore, I decided to confront him directly.

"Just what are you implying?"

"I have a feeling Reid has plans for you and they might include more than just having you live with us so he can fool around with you." A light suddenly clicked on in my brain.

"So how would you feel if that were to happen?"

"If it's what he wants, then I'll accept it and be happy for him. However, it might be a little awkward having my best friend, the guy I grew up with, as my son-in-law, although I'm sure I'll adjust to the idea eventually."

"So you think he'll want us to get married when he's older?"

"Yes, I do. If that happens it might be easier if I thought of you as my brother-in-law, even if you are married to my son, but I'll manage either way." Brad giggled somewhat nervously after finishing his comment.

"Whatever works for you," I replied, only partially tongue-in-cheek. I had to admit the idea of him becoming my father-in-law was more than a little disconcerting for me too.

"Moving on to another subject," Brad stated, interrupting my thoughts. "I'll give you a call the second I hear anything about the house, because I'm going to contact the realtor just as soon as I get to the office. I'll direct her to draw up a purchase offer on the property we've all agreed on, and then I'll call Pam and ask her to meet me at the realtor's office after work so we can sign the papers and give the realtor the down payment."

"That sounds great, so why don't I write you a check to cover my share in this venture?"

"That won't be necessary, because Pam and I are doing this for Reid."

"Come on! You've got to let me chip in something, since I'll be living there too."

"We can discuss that later, once the offer has been accepted."

"If you say so, but I'd prefer not to wait. I just hope everything goes well."

"Me too, because I think we all want this to happen – even the kids."

After Brad and I said our goodbyes, I still had a couple of hours to kill before the flight took off. After checking my bag, I made my way through the security checkpoint and then walked around looking for something to do until the plane boarded. Eventually, I found a quiet place to sit, took the laptop out of my carry-on and began to hash out the details about how I was going to work Reid into the story. I wanted to give his character a fairly important role, as I'd promised, and now I just needed to figure out how I was going to do it.

Once I began working on this, the time appeared to fly by and it didn't seem to take very long before I heard the announcement that my flight was boarding. After getting in line, I made my way down the 'Jetway' that connected the gate to the plane, located my seat, placed my carry-on in the overhead compartment, and got comfortable. I'd already decided that I was merely going to settle back, close my eyes, and continue thinking about how I was going to work Reid's character into the story. I hoped I'd be able to resolve at least a few of the issues in my mind during the flight and then jot those ideas down when I got home. In the end this proved to be an effective strategy and a valuable use of my time.

When the plane landed in Philadelphia, I had to rush to reach my connecting flight to Newburgh and made it with hardly any time to spare. I soon realized, however, that I might have been better off missing the connection for a couple of reasons. First of all, the woman I sat next to on the plane smelled as if she'd doused herself in an entire bottle of perfume, which made it difficult to breathe. She was also one of those people who liked to talk, and not only did she tell me things about herself that I had no desire to hear, but she attempted to pry into my life as well.

I was polite and didn't tell her to leave me alone since it was such a short flight, but I limited my responses and refused to offer any substantial information. It didn't seem to discourage her, though, because she continued to pester me throughout the entire flight. Needless to say, I was overjoyed when the plane landed, but it was also when I discovered the next reason for wishing I'd missed the flight.

As I was standing at the luggage carousel waiting for my bags to show up, I watched everyone else collect their belongings and then leave. Before long, there was nothing left on the conveyer and I realized my luggage had obviously missed the connection. As soon as I'd come to that conclusion, I reported the problem, filled out the required forms, and was advised that I'd be notified when my suitcase was located. Once that had been taken care of, I made my way out to the car, which I'd left in the long-term lot, and drove home.

It was nice being home again, even though I was missing a few of the items I'd taken with me. At least my laptop had been in the carry-on and hadn't been 'lost' too, so I pulled it out, booted it up, and opened the document with my notes about Reid's character. After I typed in the various ideas I'd come up with on the flight back, I took a few more minutes to consider how I was going to work his character into the plot outline that I'd made previously.

Over the next few days, I decided how I was going to use Reid's character and sat down to work on the first draft. I was even more motivated to complete this manuscript than I'd been for either of my first two books, and I knew I had Reid to thank for it. When I'd first told him about my idea for the story, I found his enthusiasm infectious, his antics captivating, and I liked the idea of basing a character on him. I found the idea of actually doing this invigorating, and it provided me with the impetus I needed to get busy and keep my nose to the grindstone.

I was consumed with the project and tried to write as much as I could every day, but on those rare occasions when my mind drifted to something else, my thoughts always revolved around Reid. I was totally and hopelessly hooked on him, so maybe it was a good thing that we weren't presently together. If we were, I was convinced I'd be unable to focus on the story and would possibly even start acting like a love-smitten teenager. I could almost picture myself behaving like a giddy schoolgirl and being unable to think of anything else except him from the moment I woke up in the morning until I eventually fell asleep at night. Hell, I'd probably even see him in my dreams too.

Although I tried to maintain the persona of a mature adult and attempted to concentrate on working on the manuscript, I wasn't always successful. I was never fully able to keep my mind from drifting to thoughts of Reid from time to time, especially when I started working his character into the story. This continued until Friday, when I received an unexpected call from Brad.

"Good news, Quinn. The purchase offer was accepted."

"That's great. When will you be able to close?"

"The bank estimates it might take up to two months before all of the inspections are done, the title search is completed, and the required paperwork is taken care of."

"Ok, that gives me a timeline to go by, so I'll discuss this with my landlord and give him notice that I'll be leaving."

"Don't cut it too close, though, because I imagine it will be a zoo here and I don't want you to end up on the street if there's a delay."

"Don't worry. I've already taken that into consideration too."

"Quinn, before you hang up I have someone at my elbow pestering me to let him talk to you."

"I was wondering if that might happen. Put him on." I thought it was cute that Reid had made sure to stay close to his father so he could talk to me, but I wanted to speak with him too. I was looking forward to hearing his voice again, even though I was convinced he was going to demand answers that I wouldn't be able to give him at this time.

"Hi, Uncle Quinn. I've missed you a lot, so when will you be coming back?" I was impressed that he was able to keep his composure, but I wasn't surprised by his question. No beating around the bush for him and straight to the point.

"It will be a while yet, because I have to wait and see when the closing will actually take place first."

"So you can't tell me how long that's going to take?"

"All I can tell you is that my best guess would be that I'll be there sometime before September, but I can't do better than that."

"Dang, that's a long time from now. Can't you come back sooner?"

"I'll try, but it will depend upon a few factors that are beyond my control. Just hang in there and I'll see you as soon as I can." He wasn't happy with my response, but it was the best I could do.

After I'd ended the phone call with Brad and Reid, I contacted my landlord and advised him that I was giving him a little more than three month's notice that I'd be moving out. I had decided to give him this lengthy warning to allow for any unforeseen delays in the closing process, but it would also allow Brad and Pam the opportunity to move and get settled in first, before I showed up. On second thought, maybe they'd appreciate having my help moving, so I'll check with Brad about the idea the next time we speak.

I also knew that by giving such a lengthy notice it would mean I might be paying rent for when I no longer needed the place, but I was willing to do it to allow myself some flexibility. After I'd advised the landlord about my intentions, he said he was sorry to see me go and offered his best wishes on my future endeavors. I thanked him and said I'd give him a written copy of the notice the next time I paid the rent, and then I turned my attention to getting ready to move.

In between the time I spent working on the manuscript, I began packing up the items I would no longer be using. I set aside one room to stack the boxes in, because it would be quite a few weeks before I'd be able to do anything with them. Slowly, I was preparing to make this major change in my life.

I kept busy packing and writing throughout the next few weeks, and then Brad contacted me again to give me an updated report. "Quinn, we're scheduled to close in three weeks. I just wanted to let you know so you could start making arrangements."

"That's great and I'm just about ready on this end. I only have a few things left to do, so all I ask is that you call me if there are any changes. By the way, if you can use my help with the move and don't mind me returning early, then I'll be happy to plan on arriving the weekend after the closing."

"That would be great and we definitely could use the help! I'll see you then."

After we hung up, I called 'PODS', a company that supplies containers you can load yourself and then have the company move it when you're ready or store it for awhile. I figured I'd order one of those, get a few friends to help me load it, and then have it delivered to the new house a couple of weeks after the closing. That would give Brad and Pam time to get settled in before my things arrived, and I'd merely take the items with me that I needed in the interim.

I listed my car for sale too, because I didn't want to have to drive it across country. Not only would it be a lengthy and tedious journey all alone, but I figured the car wouldn't meet the higher emission standards that California has on all of the vehicles registered there. This way I'd get rid of it before I left and then I'd use the money I got for it to supplement what I'd be paying for a new car once I was ready. Besides, I felt it was time for a change and this gave me an excuse to buy a new vehicle.

To my surprise, it was easier to sell the car than I'd expected and it left me without a vehicle for about a week before I took off. As soon as one of my friends heard what I'd done, he offered to drive me around whenever I needed to go somewhere and also promised to take me to the airport when it was time to catch my flight. I thanked him and suggested I'd give him gas money whenever I needed his services, which left me one less thing to worry about.

As soon as the moving container arrived, I began to fill it with the boxes and smaller items that I could handle on my own. Then on the weekend before I was planning to leave, I had a group of friends come over to help me load all of the furniture except for the bed, because I wanted to leave that to sleep on until it was time to leave. The friend who'd offered to drive me to the airport agreed to help me take the bed apart and place it into the container before I left for good. Then, I would lock the container and call PODS to have it picked up.

Throughout the time between Brad's last phone call and my trip to the airport, I'd completely stopped working on the manuscript. It wasn't that I'd lost interest, but there were far too many other things I needed to finish and I knew I wouldn't be able to do it justice. After I'd put the manuscript away temporarily, I learned it wasn't quite as easy to keep from thinking about Reid. I was becoming anxious to see him again and could only compare the feelings I was having to those of a soldier who'd been separated from his loved ones for a long time and couldn't wait to be reunited. My absence hadn't been nearly as long as the soldier would have endured, but it didn't lessen my desire to be with Reid again. I guess this meant that I had stronger feelings for him than I'd thought.

The second I got on the plane, my desire to be with Reid grew even stronger and he was all I could think about throughout the entire trip. Damn, I'd never felt this way before! Sure I'd been involved with other guys in the past, and although I'd thought about them a lot, it was never this often or as strongly. It made me wonder why this time was so different, because it certainly wasn't due to the fact that I'd done more sexually with Reid than the others. I'd been holding off doing very much with Reid until he was older, so what accounted for this change?

Possibly it was that I'd never been away from the others for as long as my current separation from Reid, although I doubted that was the reason. Even though I couldn't explain it rationally, I felt that somehow I'd developed a deeper connection with Reid than with any of my previous partners. Please don't ask me how or why this had happened, because I honestly couldn't tell you, especially after considering the limited amount of time Reid and I had been in this unusual relationship. However, I didn't think our bond was due solely to his age, because I was praying his feelings for me would never change. Even with more than two decades age difference, I not only wanted to be with him now, but I also hoped we'd grow old together.

When the plane finally landed, I collected my luggage and headed toward the concourse. Even though I'd given Brad my flight number, I'd told him not to bother picking me up and said I would take a taxi from the airport to his house. That's why I was so surprised when I discovered Brad and Reid waiting for me when I exited the passenger area. As soon as Reid spotted me, he left his father's side, raced in my direction, and threw his arms around my chest.

"I'm glad you're back. I've really missed you," he gushed, but not loud enough for anyone else to hear.

"I've missed you too," I responded in the same low voice before he broke the embrace. Then, we walked over to where Brad was waiting for us.

"He never greets ME like that when I've been away," Brad teased smiling as he reached out his hand to shake.

"You've never been gone for as long as Uncle Quinn," Reid countered in explanation. He seemed worried that he might have bruised his father's ego.

"It's alright and I was only joking," Brad replied as he threw an arm over his son's shoulders and gave him a squeeze. Then, he grabbed my suitcase and we headed out to the Highlander.

I sat in the front passenger seat, and while Brad was starting the engine, Reid leaned forward from the second row, so his upper body was once again next to mine. "Reid, sit back and buckle in," I advised him as his father was backing out of the parking space.

"But I want to talk to you," he responded, disregarding my instruction.

"We can do that as we travel, but you don't have to be right in my face while we're chatting. Sit back and fasten your seatbelt, because I want you to be safe in the event that we encounter a problem on the ride to your place."

"But I want to be able to see you when we're talking!"

"Then you'll just have to wait and have this conversation when we get to the house, because you need to buckle up."

"Ok, I'll do that, but I still want to talk and I don't want to wait until we get home. So are you here for good now, or do you have to go back again?" I waited until I'd heard the click of his seatbelt before I answered.

"I'll be staying here for good this time. I've brought the things I'll need for now, and I told the company moving the rest of my belongings that I didn't want them to deliver the container until two weeks from Monday. That way I'll be able to help your family move in and get settled first, before my things arrive. I hope you don't mind sharing your room with me until then."

"Heck no! I like the idea!" Brad and I glanced at each other and smiled.

"Good, because I'll be sharing your room until everything is moved, and then I'll be sharing your room at the new house until my things arrive. I hope that's ok with you, unless you'd prefer I sleep on the floor in my new apartment."

"No way! You're staying with me."

"Wait! I thought you were only going to let your Uncle Quinn use your room while you bunked in with Evan again," his father corrected, which caused Reid to make a face.

"Yeah, I know, but I'll only be sleeping with Evan." What he failed to tell his father was that he often stayed with me during my previous visit and just went in with Evan when he absolutely had to, usually at the last moment. "Uncle Quinn and I will be spending a lot of time together in my room so we can talk about his new story. He's going to put me in this one."

"Oh really?" Brad asked rhetorically while trying to hide a smirk. "So how did you convince him to do that?"

"I just asked and he's doing it because he loves me!" Brad looked at Reid in the rearview mirror and raised his eyebrows.

"I'd bet you browbeat him until he finally agreed."

"No, I didn't!"

"No, he merely asked," I said, coming to Reid's defense. "I was happy to agree about creating a character based on him and then including that character in my next venture."

"See! So I want him to tell me how he's going to do it," Reid added looking smug.

When we reached the house, Reid got out and raced to the rear of the vehicle so he could grab my carry-on bag while his father latched onto my suitcases, and then they carried them inside. While they were taking those things up to Reid's room, I stopped to say hello to Pam, Ashley, and Evan. As soon as Brad and Reid returned, we all got a drink and Pam picked up a tray with snacks on it before heading into the dining room so we could sit and chat. It was apparent that Pam had baked several varieties of cookies in honor of my return, so we nibbled on those while we continued our discussion.

"So how did the closing go?" I asked once we had downed at least one cookie each.

"More smoothly than I'd expected," Brad answered. "Amazingly, there were no glitches or delays. Once the papers were signed and we'd been given the keys, all that was left to do was to start moving in."

"Have you seen the new house, Uncle Quinn?" Ashley asked with a grin. "It's really nice and way bigger than this one."

"Yeah, and my new bedroom is really big too!" Evan added, smiling broadly.

"Yes, so there's enough room for you to keep all your toys in there too and I shouldn't find them scattered all around the house," his mother warned, giving him a stern glare.

"I'll try, but I want to play with them downstairs too, not just in my room," Evan griped to let her know that he didn't want to be confined solely to his bedroom.

"That's fine, but if you can carry them downstairs to play with, then you can also carry them back to your room when you're done," his mother countered, giving him an even harsher glare.

"Ok, I'll try," Evan agreed.

"You'd better, young man, if you know what's good for you and don't want to find your toys disappearing," she added. I think Evan got the message, but he had a very sour expression on his face showing he wasn't pleased by the not so subtle threat.

"So when are you planning to start moving?" I followed, in an attempt to ease the tension between Evan and his mother.

"We've packed up quite a few things already and those boxes are currently being stored in the garage," Pam answered.

"We were planning on moving them and some of the smaller furniture in the Highlander this weekend," Brad chipped in. "Pam and I have also taken next week off from work so we can pack up and move as much as we can on our own, and then four of our friends have agreed to come by next weekend to help us move the rest."

"Don't you feel we can do it all without them?" I asked, thinking Brad, Reid, Pam, and I could take care of most of the items ourselves.

"Well, I can call on Monday to see if there's a truck available that I can rent on Tuesday if you want to try doing that," Brad agreed. "I'm sure we can move the beds, dining room table and chairs, and even some of the living room furniture by ourselves, but I'm not so sure about the heavier items."

"Like what?" I followed, wondering what he was referring to.

"For one thing, the china cabinet which is huge, and then there's the buffet, the dressers in the bedrooms, and the large living room sofa which are all quite heavy," Brad replied. "If we're unable to move those things without help, then I'll reserve the truck for next Saturday too, when the others are planning to show up to give us a hand."

"But once we've moved the things we can handle by ourselves then we'll be able to stay at the new house starting on Tuesday, even without the other stuff," Pam added. "We'll just have to rough it for a few days." She giggled after saying this, because she knew it wouldn't be too rough without those other items. They'd just have to live out of a few boxes until the other things arrived, which would be similar to my living out of my suitcases.

"I'm up for getting started as soon as possible," I offered, while looking between my hosts. "Why don't we take whatever we can now."

"Ok, you, Reid, and I can load up the Highlander and take the boxes then," Brad readily agreed. "While we're doing that, Pam, Ashley, and Evan can stay here and pack up more boxes with whatever we won't be needing for the next couple of days."

"Sure, the kids and I can do that," Pam agreed. "I know we can do without some of the cookware and dishes, and we can also move some more of the items out of the cupboards."

"Pack up as much as you can and we'll just eat out until we're at the new house," Brad suggested. "Ok, I'll go outside and fold down the extra seats in the Highlander to give us more room to load things. Reid, while I'm doing that I want you to show Uncle Quinn where the boxes are stored, and then you two can start carrying them out to me. I should have the Highlander ready by the time you get there."

Brad quickly turned and went outside, while Reid grabbed my hand and led me toward the garage. "I wanted to talk to you about the story first," he complained as we made our way there.

"We'll have time to do it later, because I'm here to stay now," I advised him, which earned me a smile.

"Yeah, I forgot about that, so let's get this stuff over to the new house so we can spend some time alone." Reid then began to pull on my arm even harder, as his way of encouraging me to pick up the pace.

Chapter 7
The Move to L.A.

It wasn't very difficult carrying the boxes from the garage and loading them into the Highlander, so it went much faster than I'd expected. As soon as the Highlander was full, we drove over to the new house and reversed the process, carrying the boxes inside. Each one was labeled to indicate what it contained and Brad would direct us to the room we should take it to.

When we finished doing that, we returned to the old house and loaded up the smaller furniture that Brad had indicated we could take. As soon as we'd unloaded all of those items at the new house, we made our way back to the old house again and discovered that Pam and the kids had filled more boxes and stored them in the garage. We quickly placed those items in the Highlander as well, drove over to the new house again, and carried everything inside. Once we finished, we returned to the old house for the final time.

"I'm hungry," Evan whined once we were all together again.

"I believe we all are," his father responded.

"And I'm too tired to fix anything," Pam added as she collapsed on the sofa.

"Ok, let's order take out then and I'll go pick it up," Brad offered. "We just have to decide what we want."

"Let's do Chinese," Pam suggested. "The kids all like Lo Mein, seeing it's so similar to spaghetti, and then we can get some Sweet and Sour Chicken and Orange Chicken, because I know they all like those too." Ashley and Evan were nodding their heads in confirmation as their mother spoke.

"How about you, Quinn?" Brad followed as he stared at me.

"Chinese is fine. I like everything you've mentioned, so I'm not going to complain."

"I'll order some Sesame Chicken too, since I know it's one of Reid's favorites," Brad stated, bringing a smile to Reid's face. "He's worked really hard and deserves something special too."

"Don't forget the fortune cookies," Ashley added. "I like reading what they say."

"And get some egg rolls," Reid suggested. "I like those too."

"And you'd better toss in a few packets of Duck and Soy Sauce," Pam offered. "We'll need those as well."

Brad called in the order and then he and I washed up quickly, since he'd asked me to go with him to pick it up. Reid wanted to join us, but Brad asked him to stay home saying there were some things he wanted to go over with me alone. Reid wasn't happy about this, although he eventually relented, but only after I promised to spend some time alone with him later.

On the way to pick up the food, Brad looked over at me and spoke. "From what he said earlier, I take it that Reid must have spent at least a few nights with you the last time you were here."

"Yes, I probably should have mentioned that when it happened."

"No, it's not a big deal and it wasn't what I was getting at. It's just that things are beginning to make sense now, because Evan mentioned something to me before about waking up a few times and not finding Reid in bed with him. He said Reid was always there in the morning when he woke up, so Pam and I assumed Evan had either dreamed it or was merely imagining things."

"No, Evan was correct. Reid slept with me most nights and then snuck over to get into bed with Evan before it was time to get up."

"From the way Reid's been acting, I take it he's planning on doing the same thing again."

"That would be my guess too."

"Did you do something sexual with him each time you slept together?"

"Not every time, but I did some things with him. It's just that I don't feel comfortable discussing this with you. I realize you figured out that I'd masturbated Reid during my last visit, because of his sudden change in attitude, but that didn't bother me. After all, you were the one who suggested it would be ok for me to do it, but I don't want to get in the habit of giving you a blow by blow account of everything I do with him." I paused for a couple of seconds before continuing.

"I guess that might not have been the best way to put it and I'm discovering I have to be careful with the terminology I use when explaining things, because some of the phrases might be misconstrued." Brad looked at me oddly, so I continued. "You know, such as when I just said 'blow by blow'. I wasn't referring to having oral sex with him."

Brad suddenly burst out laughing. "That hadn't even crossed my mind, but I can see where it might be a problem. I'm not sure how Pam might have reacted if you'd phrased it that way with her, but it went right over my head."

His mention of Pam had caused me to respond with a nervous giggle, because I found the mental image it created both mildly humorous and terrifying at the same time. It would have been even more awkward discussing things like this with her, rather than with Brad, so I prayed she'd never ask me what I was doing with her son.

"I'll be extra careful about the way I phrase things when I'm speaking with her then," I agreed.

After we arrived home with the food, we ate quickly and then watched a movie together on TV. When it ended, Brad, Pam, and I left the kids to entertain themselves while we went out to the dining room to spend a few minutes going over what we planned to do the following day. Eventually, Pam excused herself so she could take Evan and Ashley upstairs to get ready for bed, but before they left, Evan came running up to me and asked if I'd give him his bath. His parents told him to let me rest tonight and explained that I was too tired after the long trip and helping to move things to the new house. Evan reluctantly agreed and gave me a hug and a kiss instead, along with some advice.

"Night, Uncle Quinn. I want you to get lots of sleep so you can help me take my bath tomowwow."

"Sure thing, little buddy." I received a smile in return, along with another hug before he went racing off to catch up with his mother and sister.

"It seems that someone else might have a crush on you too," Brad stated as he looked at my oddly.

"He just likes it that I make bathtime fun for him by doing crazy stuff that makes him laugh. I don't do anything sexual with him, though, if that's what you're worried about."

"No, it's just that I've noticed how much he seems to want your attention too," he replied before Reid walked into the room and spoke.

"Can we go upstairs now and talk about the story?" he asked. The expression on his face pleaded with me to agree.

"Can't you do that here?" Brad followed, although I noticed the evil smirk on his face and realized what he was doing.

"I want to do it alone so you won't know what the story's about until you read it. I want to see what Uncle Quinn is planning, because I have some ideas I came up with while he was away."

"Oh, ok," Brad responded, giving up easier than I'd expected. A second later he looked over at me and winked, which made me realize he didn't want to push his son too hard. It also seemed to indicate that he felt Reid wanted to get me alone for another reason, such as doing something sexual together.

Reid and I headed up to his room, and as soon as he shut the door, he also locked it. Then, he reached up, pulled my head down, and gave me a very passionate kiss, followed by a hug. After a couple of minutes of being affectionate, he pulled away slightly and spoke. "So tell me about the story."

"Yes, sir," I replied, which caused him to make a face.

"Don't start that again," he groaned, and I immediately knew what he was referring to.

"Ok, I'll stop and answer your question. Your character's name will be Reed too, but I'm going to spell it with a double 'e' to make it slightly different. He's fourteen, the son of the team leader of an archeological expedition to Egypt, and will be accompanying his father on this venture as a reward for doing well in school. His father's also including him so he can watch and learn, since it will be a valuable educational experience too. During their time there, they unexpectedly get pulled into a situation that his father didn't see coming and is totally unprepared for."

"Sounds neat, but will it be dangerous?"

"There will be a whole lot of things involved, including danger, adventure, and some totally surprising discoveries."

"Like what?"

"I don't want to get into that yet, because I haven't ironed out all the details, but we'll talk about it some more when I have things worked out."

"Ok, I'll wait then, so how about you help me get off instead. Will you do the same thing you did to me before you left last time?"

"You liked that, did you?"

"Yep, big time."

"Ok, I suppose I could do it for you again, if you want."

"I do, so let's take a quick shower together and then we can do that before we go to sleep," he added, as he began to take off his clothes.

Once the water warmed up, we hurriedly began to wash each other when I thought of something else. "By the way, did you know that Evan said something to your dad about waking up and not finding you in bed with him a couple of times when I was here?"

"Nah, but I think Dad knows what we were doing and doesn't mind, because he didn't say nothin' to me about it. I'm sure it will be alright for us to do this again too, cuz I'm not gonna stop sleeping with you."

I decided not to argue the point, so we merely continued our shower. When we finished and returned to his room, I got ready to suck him off, the same as I'd done before I'd left to return home. I started by kissing him first, and then I moved over to one of his ears and performed a little magic there. My efforts caused tiny goose bumps to form all over his body and made him start squirming. After working on that area for a brief time, I moved down to his neck so I could kiss and nibble my way from one side to the other. Reid seemed to find this very enjoyable, because he moaned and sighed the entire time.

Eventually, I reached his other ear and repeated the process I'd performed on the other side. Once again, I felt the goose bumps rising on his flesh as he began to squirm some more. As soon as I'd finished doing that, I lowered my head down to his chest and began working on the tiny nub in the middle of his areola. After I'd nursed on the first miniature protrusion for awhile, I repeated the effort on the other side before I licked my way down the center of his chest until I reached his navel. Once there, I flicked my tongue in and out of that tiny depression a few times, which caused Reid to giggle and wiggle beneath me. When I finished there, I got up and repositioned myself between his legs, which he spread wide to give me plenty of room to operate.

As I moved into position, I lowered my face in front of his family jewels and stuck out my tongue so I could bathe his fleshy sac with my saliva. Then, I sucked on the grape-size watery orbs contained within, as Reid involuntarily began squirming about, as well as moaning and cooing more loudly than I felt wise. Even though I reminded him more than once to keep the noise down, my warnings went unheeded. He seemed unable to control himself, so I prayed his vocalizations weren't loud enough to prompt others to come knocking on the door and question what was going on.

When I finished working on his scrotum, I ran my tongue over his youthful shaft, which was standing tall and proud awaiting its share of attention. After working on it in that manner for a sufficient amount of time, I opened my mouth, lowered my head, and swallowed his erection. Reid sighed when this happened, and then he began to buck his hips up and down, showing how eager he was to experience the release he knew would follow.

He was as enthusiastic and excited about doing this as on the previous occasion, and his heightened state of arousal caused him to ejaculate just as quickly as before. I didn't say anything about it, though, because I didn't want to spoil the moment for him. Instead, I allowed him plenty of time to enjoy the throes of his sexual climax.

When he came down from his orgasmic high, Reid announced that he wanted to jerk me off to return the favor, and once I agreed he began playing with his new favorite 'toy'. Fortunately, I'd thought ahead and hadn't masturbated for a few days just in case he wanted to do this. I'd concluded that a brief abstinence on my part would help to speed up the process so his arm wouldn't start cramping up again before he finished. In the end, I didn't spew nearly as quickly as Reid might have liked, but it didn't take nearly as long as before, so his arm was fine and he was thrilled that he'd made me cum.

After I cleaned up, we snuggled together on his bed and fell asleep. I slept soundly that evening and enjoyed a very restful slumber, so I hoped this was the way it was going to be from now on, with Reid in my arms, exactly where he belonged.

When I woke up Sunday morning, Reid was already awake, sitting on the mattress next to me, and staring at my face.

"Dang, I thought you were going to sleep all day," he whined, and then he bent down to give me a very passionate kiss.

"Why? What time is it?"

"It's almost nine o'clock."

"That's not late, especially on a Sunday." I looked at him and wondered why he thought I was going to sleep the day away.

"Well, I've been up since 7:00 and had to wait all this time for you to wake up too."

"I'm sorry about that, but why didn't you just wake me up then?"

"I wanted you to get some rest, but I also wanted to spend time with you alone."

"But we already spent quite a bit of time alone in your room last night when we were talking and doing other stuff. We even showered and slept together."

"Sleeping doesn't count!"

"Then why did you want to sleep with me?"

"Ok, it counts, but not like when we're awake. I like it when we sleep together and I can feel you next to me, but I like it even more when you hold me all night long. What I like best, though, is spending time alone with you when we're awake." I thought his comment was very sweet and was about to respond when he continued.

"I'm sure everyone else is up by now, so we'd better go down and have breakfast with them before somebody comes up here looking for us. Dang! We'll probably end up spending the rest of the day moving stuff over to the new house too, so we won't get much time to be alone."

"There's not a lot more to move, so it shouldn't take very long to finish up. But I promise that no matter how long it takes, I will spend some time alone with you when we're done. Ok?"

"Yeah, I guess it will have to be."

Even though he wasn't thrilled about the situation, the problem appeared to be settled so we got up, dressed, and went down to join the rest of the family. We found everyone else in the living room and Evan and Ashley were still in their pajamas. When he saw us, Brad asked if we wanted to go out for breakfast, and as soon as we agreed, Pam took the younger pair upstairs to get dressed. While she was doing that, Brad said he was going out to put the seats up in the Highlander, since he'd folded them down so we could move things yesterday.

"Why don't we just take Pam's car then?" I asked, knowing he'd have to fold the seats down again later.

"We won't all fit. We could take both cars, but that would be silly and a waste of gas. Don't worry, though, because it's not a big deal and won't take very long to get the Highlander ready. It's actually quite easy to fold the seats down or put them up again and it's one of the reasons I bought it. Besides, Ashley and Evan enjoy having the third row to themselves."

"So I guess that leaves the middle section for Reid and me."

"Exactly. That way Pam and I can keep tabs on what you two are up to and will be able to stop you from getting carried away." Brad released a very devilish laugh after saying this, and even though I knew he was joking and had only said it to shake me up, he accomplished more than that. I found the thought to be quite unnerving and it sent chills running up and down my spine when I realized there was the possibility Reid and I might find ourselves under intense scrutiny from his parents.

"Just what I needed, a couple of 'Peeping Toms' for in-laws." I countered to make sure his comment didn't go unchallenged, and then I began to snicker nervously.

"Muhahaha. Big Brother will be watching you," he replied before letting loose with another evil laugh.

Once we were all buckled in, Brad drove over to the Denny's restaurant so we could enjoy something off of their breakfast menu. The kids liked doing this because it gave them a chance to order something other than what they might have had at home.

When the server brought the check to our table after we finished eating, I grabbed it and then spent the next couple of minutes trying to quell Brad and Pam's objections. I merely explained that I didn't want them paying for everything and suggested that we could take turns picking up the check from now on. They reluctantly agreed to let me pay every fourth time, after pointing out that there were more of them. Then, we returned to the house and got to work loading up more of their belongings to take over to the new place.

We worked hard and got quite a bit accomplished over the next several hours. By the time we stopped, we'd moved all of the smaller household items, along with the things they wouldn't be using for the next few days. We were all quite sweaty too, so we decided to take our baths and showers early.

Evan immediately raced over to remind me that I'd promised to give him a bath today, so I looked over at Pam to see what she thought. She immediately nodded to let me know it was fine with her, so I glance over at Reid quickly to see how he felt about this. Since he didn't appear upset, I was thankful that he wasn't being overly possessive. I knew he loved his brother and hoped it was the reason he didn't have a problem with this, so I took Evan upstairs to honor his request.

I was also pleased that Evan seemed to want my attention too, so I did my best to make the experience as much fun as possible. To that end, I included some tickling and splashing first, before I used the shampoo to do some crazy things with his hair and held up a mirror so he could see it too. Initially, I lathered his hair and formed a pair of horns, and then I gave him a spiky Mohawk, The last thing I did was to twist his hair into a curly unicorn's horn at the top of his forehead. He laughed after observing each one, but I had to stop once the bathwater began to cool down. As I was drying him off with the towel, he made another request.

"That was fun. Will you give me more baths when we're in the new house?"

"I think I can do that once in awhile, as long as your parents don't have a problem with it." My answer seemed to satisfy him, but I still wanted to run it by Reid as well, to make sure he didn't have a problem with it either.

Since the kids had school the next day, Pam made sure their homework was done and they had their things together before they were allowed to do anything else, such as play video games or watch TV. Reid, however, had other plans for us.

"You said we could spend some time alone, so can we do that now?" he whispered the second he had an opportunity.

"Sure. Do you want to go outdoors or head up to your room?"

"I don't care. You decide."

"Well it's a nice day, so why don't we go outside to sit and talk. Just give me a second to let your parents know what we're going to do."

Reid nodded in agreement, so I went to tell Brad and Pam that Reid and I were heading out to the backyard to chat. They didn't have a problem with it and even promised to keep the other kids from bothering us, so Reid and I slipped out the backdoor.

"So why are Reed and his father heading to Egypt in your story?" he asked once we were alone, which quickly let me know what he wanted to talk about.

"After years of making requests that had been denied by the Egyptian Antiquities Department, Reed's father was granted the permit he'd been seeking. This meant he could now excavate and investigate the hidden chamber under the front right paw of the sphinx. It had been discovered several years before using ground penetrating radar, but the authorities had refused to allow anyone to dig down to see what it contained. It might turn out to be the tomb of an ancient ruler or a storeroom containing various objects, possibly even treasure, but there was also a chance that it might contain nothing at all. They only knew there was a structure there, but they had no idea what, if anything, was inside. The radar was unable to penetrate the structure, so it would remain an enigma until someone was able to enter and check it out. Now, they were finally going to be able to do that."

"So do they find anything?"

"Yes, they do, and it's important enough to rewrite the history of not only Ancient Egypt, but that of several other civilizations as well."

"Why? What was inside?"

"It turned out to be a miniature library of sorts and contained hundreds of engraved tablets, some made of stone, others of bronze, and some were even made of gold. The information recorded on them had been lost to the world for a millennia and was previously unknown."

Over the next couple of hours I filled Reid in about more of what I had planned for the story and he was thrilled with everything I told him. Once I finished, he filled me in about some of the ideas he had for his character and I agreed to work in as many of his suggestions as I could. That pleased him even more, and then he made me promise to let him read the rough draft of each chapter as soon as I'd finished it.

Reid and I spent the rest of the day together and only went inside when called for dinner. After we finished eating, we spent time with the family until we headed to bed. Before Reid and I were able to make our way upstairs, though, Evan asked me to tuck him in, so I went with him to his room, helped him put on his pajamas, and tucked him into bed. I then gave him a peck on the cheek and wished him sweet dreams, and he wished me the same. Then, I headed over to Reid's bedroom to see what plans he had for me.

"I hope you aren't upset because your brother wanted me to give him his bath earlier and tuck him in just now?"

"Maybe a little, because it cuts into the time we have to spend together."

"Since we'll all be living together, I think you're going to have to share me with Evan and Ashley once in a while too, because I don't want them to feel left out or think that I don't like them."

"I know, but you moved here to be with me, not them!"

"Yes, that's true, so I promise I won't let them take too much time away from us. Can you live with that?"

"I'll try, as long as they don't want to spend ALL their time with you."

"Ok, that sounds reasonable. Now, I suppose you have a request for me too." My comment brought a huge smile to his face.

"Yep. I want you to do the same thing that you did last night, but this time I want to try doing it to you too."

"Are you sure about that, because it might take a little while for me to get off. Do you remember how long it took and how your arm felt the first time you wanted to make me ejaculate?"

"I know, but I still want to try. If I can't do it with my mouth, then I'll finish up by jerking you off."

"That's fine with me, as long as you don't have a problem doing it."

Since he agreed, I duplicated my effort of the previous evening and he didn't last any longer than he had before. When he climaxed, I eagerly accepted the offering of boy ambrosia that filled my mouth. It was thin, sweet, and absolutely delicious; a drink fit for the gods.

As soon as I finished taking care of his needs, I gave him time to recover and then he wanted to return the favor. I let him try, and he made an admirable attempt, although I had to give him a few pointers at various times. As I suspected, his jaw began to ache long before I ejaculated, so he finished me off with his hand. He was grinning proudly after I'd shot my wad and had recuperated from my orgasmic high.

"How did I do?" he wheezed breathlessly, showing he was eager to please, yet still insecure.

"You did great and I really enjoyed it!"

"Come on, I know I didn't do great, because I messed up a few times and you had to tell me what I was doing wrong. I wasn't able to get you off with my mouth either, so I just hope I did ok and you didn't mind that other stuff."

"Not at all and you did a fantastic job for the first time. The mistakes you made are fairly common for most beginners and merely the result of inexperience. Now that you know what to avoid, you'll be an old pro at it in no time. As far as not being able to get me off with your mouth, it will take time and practice before you can do that, especially since I'm bigger and last a lot longer than you."

I then paused, because I had something to tell him, but I didn't want to hurt his feelings. After a few seconds, I decided to say it anyways. "You'd actually be better off learning how to do this by trying it with someone your own age. His penis would be more your size, not mine, and it would be easier to get in your mouth. He also wouldn't last as long, so your jaws probably wouldn't begin to ache either. I'm sure you'd enjoy doing it more that way and wouldn't have the same problems you do with me."

"Maybe not, but I only want to do this with you, so I'm going to keep trying until I can make you cum in my mouth too, just like you do with me." I merely smiled and nodded.

Before I turned off the bedside lamp, I set the alarm to make sure Reid would be up in time to get ready for school, and then we cuddled together and prepared to sleep. I wasn't sure how often Reid was planning on us showering together, doing something sexual, or sleeping with me once I had my own apartment, but I was certain we'd work something out. In the meantime, I would merely enjoy whatever we were able to do, knowing Reid was enjoying it too.

Chapter 8
Moving Into the New House

When the alarm went off Monday morning, Reid rolled out of bed and immediately started getting dressed.

"Wow, you sure are easy to get going in the morning!"

"Not usually, but I sleep really good when I'm with you and have a lot more energy when I wake up."

I didn't comment and merely slipped on my clothes so I could go downstairs with him, because I wanted to have breakfast with the family before the kids headed off to school. After we ate, I kissed each one and gave them a hug before they left, similar to what their parents did with them too.

Pam, Brad, and I worked really hard all day long, so by the time the kids got home from school we had moved nearly everything except for the furniture and what they'd need for the next day. Brad would pick up the truck in the morning and then we'd load everything on it that we could so we'd be able to stay at the new house Tuesday night. The kids wanted to stay home to help, but their parents remained firm and insisted they go to school as usual. The three of them groaned but didn't argue, although they continued to make comments all night long trying to get their parents to change their minds.

Later, Evan asked me to give him his bath again, which caused Reid to groan and roll his eyes, but he relented and said it would be ok, as long as I agreed to do what he wanted as well. After I'd promised to shower with him after I'd finished with Evan, Reid informed me that he also wanted us to suck each other again and pointed out that he needed the practice. I told him that I'd suck him off if he wanted, but explained I was so tired that I'd most likely be unable to get off. He didn't seem to understand this, even after I explained it to him, but he didn't argue with me about it for very long. He merely agreed he could live with that, as long as I would cuddle with him instead.

While I was washing Evan, he wasn't interested in doing any crazy stuff this time. Instead, he wanted me to answer a question for him. "Why doesn't Reid want you to give me a bath? Why does he get mad when I ask you to do it?"

"Evan, I'm not sure I can answer that question for you in a way that you'll understand, so let's just say that Reid wants me to spend most of my time with him. It isn't that he's mad at you, but he doesn't think he gets to spend enough time with me alone."

"But he's with you a lot more than me."

"Maybe so, but he doesn't think we spend enough time together." I had a feeling Evan still didn't understand, but he stopped pursuing the issue further after I started tickling him.

Reid seemed all right too, once we were alone, so I didn't say anything about the incident. I merely showered with him and sucked him off quickly before we cuddled together and fell asleep. I hoped this was merely an isolated incident, but I would speak to him about it if it happened again.

The following morning after the kids left for school, Brad went to get the truck. When he returned, the three of us moved the dining room table and chairs, the kitchen table and chairs, and all the living room furniture we could move by ourselves. After taking those things to the new house, we returned and began removing everything else from the house, including the furniture from each of the bedrooms. We took everything except for the large dressers, because we decided to leave those for when we had more help. Each one weighed quite a bit and carrying those items down the stairs might be more than we could adequately handle on our own, and we didn't want risk anyone falling and getting hurt.

It took several trips to move all of the items, and after we carried everything into the new house and placed it in the appropriate room, Brad and I started to reassemble the beds. Pam got busy unpacking some of the boxes while we were doing this, and when we finished she went upstairs to make the beds so they'd be ready to sleep in tonight. While she was doing that, Brad and I filled the linen closet with towels, washcloths, and other items they planned to store there. We also made certain to set out the essentials in each bathroom, such as body wash, shampoo, toothpaste, and the other items they regularly used both at night and in the morning. Then we collapsed from fatigue until the kids got home.

Brad and Pam decided that rather than go out to eat, they'd order pizzas instead. Then, Brad and I ran out to pick them up, but we also stopped at the grocery store to purchase a couple of side dishes to go with it, along with drinks, ice, paper plates, cups, and plastic utensils. We figured that would work best, since the dishes and silverware hadn't been unpacked yet.

Shortly after we finished eating, we split up and headed to the bedrooms to help the kids unpack as many of their things as possible. Pam went to help Ashley, Brad did the same with Evan, and I assisted Reid. It all worked out fairly well and we got most of their things put away, except for the items that would go in their dressers later. By the time we stopped it was bathtime, which proved to be a little easier here.

Besides the master bedroom having its own facility, there was a Jack and Jill bathroom located between each pair of bedrooms, since there were four in addition to the master bedroom. This meant there was a bathroom located between Evan and Reid's bedrooms that they would share, and another that Ashley would share with anyone using the guestroom. I thought Brad and Pam had arranged the bedrooms this way because it wouldn't matter if the boys happened to walk in on each other, but it also meant that Ashley would have a bathroom to herself most of the time. This would be important when she was older, because females seem to take longer getting ready and this made it so it wouldn't impact the boys.

I'd agreed to wash Evan again while Pam was helping Ashley, and then I would shower with Reid afterward. Reid grumbled a bit about this arrangement and said he hoped I wasn't going to do this every night, because it limited the amount of time we had to spend with each other. I assured him this arrangement was only temporary, so he continued unpacking his things while I helped his brother.

While Pam and I were helping the kids, Brad decided to unpack the boxes in the master bedroom and put those things away. There wasn't much else for him to do, because he'd forgotten to have the television and internet service switched over to the new house, so watching TV or getting online wasn't an option. As soon as Pam finished with Ashley, she helped Brad with what he was doing, since she didn't completely trust how he would take care of her clothes and other items.

As soon as I finished bathing Evan, I helped him put on his PJs and tucked him into bed. He thanked me again and told me he loved me, but I knew he meant this the same way as when he said it to his mom and dad, not how Reid meant it. I told him I loved him too, and then I went over to see if Reid was ready to shower.

"Can we suck each other after we shower?" he wanted to know.

"I'll do it for you like I did last night, but I'm just too tired to get off again."

"I don't understand why, though. I worked hard today too, but I still want to cum."

"I know you do, but you're much younger and you recuperate faster, in more ways than one. You'll discover what I mean when you're older, but I'm sure I'll be alright for the rest of the week, at least until this weekend when we move the heavier furniture. I might also have a few issues when my things arrive and I start moving everything into my new apartment, but it shouldn't be a problem after that."

"I hope not, because I like doing this with you."

"I know, but it doesn't mean we have to do something every night."

"Why not? I was jerking off every day even before we started doing stuff together."

"I know, but I don't want your parents to regret their decision to let me move in and do these things with you. They might, if they think you're too consumed with the sex and not concentrating enough on your schoolwork or chores."

"I'll do those things too, so they won't mind."

"We'll see, but I'm warning you that I'll stop doing these things with you if I hear your parents complain that you're not keeping up with your class work or chores."

"You don't have to worry about that. I promise."

Since that had been taken care of, we went in to take a shower. The bathroom he shared with Evan still had the tub and shower combination, while the master bath and my apartment had shower stalls instead. I liked it better that way, since the shower stall was huge and had more room. Besides, I'd stopped taking baths years ago. The master bath, however, also had a Jacuzzi, so Brad could actually shower while Pam was in the tub, if that's what they wanted to do.

Once we finished our shower, I sucked Reid off. I was willing to do this because it never took very long, but our conversation and the shower must have dulled his anticipation this time, because he lasted longer than usual. It wasn't too bad, though, so when we finished we snuggled together on his bed.

On Wednesday, Pam drove Ashley and Reid to school so she could enroll them, while Brad did the same with Evan. The move had placed them in another school district, and since Ashley and Reid would both be attending the middle school, she could enroll them at the same time. Ashley was in fifth grade, while Reid was in eighth, while Evan would be in second grade at the elementary school.

When they returned home after doing this, Pam had some information she wanted to share. "I filled out the paperwork for Reid first, and by the time I'd finished doing the same thing for Ashley, the principal asked to speak with me. He told me that he'd sent Reid to the guidance office to get his schedule, and the guidance counselor called his old school to have certain records faxed over immediately. When he received them, he discovered that Reid had scored in the top 20% on the comprehensive state exams that he'd taken at the end of his previous school year. Since this district has Advanced Classes for students who scored at this level, he wanted my permission to place Reid in the advanced sections for English, math, science, and history."

"Wow! I knew that Reid has always had good grades, but I didn't realize he had done so well," Brad admitted. "So what did you tell the principal?"

"I told him we would allow Reid to be placed in those classes, but if he had trouble then we might request that he be moved to the regular classes later. School only started a week and a half ago, so I felt he couldn't be too far behind, and I thought we'd give it a try. I'm sure it will be better for Reid in the long run, if he can handle the work."

"What do you think, Quinn?" Brad asked me next.

"I think Pam's absolutely correct, and I'd like to see how Reid does. I'll check his homework and ask him about his classes to get his take on things, and then I'll let you know if there are any problems."

"Ok, that sounds good to me then."

Once that had been cleared up, we began unpacking more boxes and putting things away. Since there wasn't very much I could do, seeing I had no idea where things were supposed to go, they told me that I should work on my story instead. I felt as if I'd be deserting them and insisted on doing what I could, even if it was merely cleaning something, but they insisted I'd done enough and should concentrate on my manuscript instead. I thanked them for their understanding and headed up to Reid's room to grab my laptop. Fortunately, I didn't need an internet connection to do this.

I was still working on the story when the kids arrived home, so Reid wanted to know how much I'd done. I tried to give him a brief account of what I'd accomplished before I asked him about his new school and classes.

"They put me in the advance classes, cuz they said I'd done really well last year. I guess it's all right, but I hope the work isn't too hard."

"If you have any problems, just ask me and I'll do what I can to help you. I'll also check your homework every night."

"K, that way I can spend even more time with you."

We went out to eat later, since Pam still wasn't ready to start fixing meals at the new house. When we returned, Pam made the kids do their homework first, before they were allowed to do anything else. Afterward, they headed upstairs to clean up and get ready for bed.

I was surprised that Evan hadn't asked me to give him his bath tonight, but that might have been due to our previous discussion. Reid immediately picked up on it too and looked at me mildly surprised. I eventually explained my suspicions to him and I think it made him feel slightly guilty, while at the same time he was thrilled that I didn't leave him to spend time with his brother.

Reid also made sure we waited until Evan was asleep first, and then we went upstairs to have some fun. We started out by sucking each other off, and after I'd worked on him and he'd enjoyed his release, he was nearly able to get me to ejaculate this time too. He didn't quite make it, though, and had to use his hand to finish me off, but he'd done a much better job this time. As soon as we'd both orgasmed, we went in and showered together before turning in. I didn't really want to go to bed this early, but seeing Reid had school the next day and still wanted to snuggle with me, I gave in and joined him.

Thursday and Friday went about the same, both during the day and at night, and nearly everything was done by Friday evening. The company responsible for the internet and television service arrived and got them hooked up too, so everything was pretty much back to normal. So much so that Pam actually fixed her first meal in the new kitchen and we all ate in the dining room. Once we finished, we decided to take the kids to see a movie as a treat and to celebrate the start of our new life together. Since the internet had been connected earlier, we looked online to see what was playing and then asked the kids which movie they wanted to see.

Once again they chose different flicks, with Ashley and Evan wanting to go see the 'Jungle Book', while Reid preferred to see 'Captain America: Civil War'. Once again, Brad and Pam agreed to accompany the younger pair, although I think Brad would have preferred to go with us. However, after seeing Reid and his wife's reactions to that possibility he changed his mind. After we got our tickets, I went with Reid and found seats in the theater, before I decided to confront him about something.

"I'm surprised you didn't want to see the Jungle Book too."

"I did, but I wanted to be alone with you, like we were on another date," he replied in a hushed voice so those near us couldn't hear. "Besides, I wanted to see this too."

"Is that why you made that awful face at your dad when he said he might come with us?"

"Yeah, because I wanted us to be alone."

"Well, we're not exactly alone, seeing there are so many other people here too."

"You know what I mean. I just didn't want him sitting next to us and watching what we were doing the whole time."

"I'm not sure what you mean, since I don't think it would be wise for us to start making out or doing anything inappropriate in here, if that's what you were hoping."

"No, I wasn't thinking that at all. I just wanted us to be alone, without my parents, Ashley, or Evan." I had my answer so I dropped the subject. I might mention it again when we were alone at the house later, but not right now.

The movie was decent and there was definitely loads of action. The premise was that after some of the Avenger's missions had gone wrong and resulted in an excess of collateral damage, it was decided that the United Nations would oversee their future activities. From that point on, the Avengers would be monitored and required to have their missions approved first, so they wouldn't be able to act independently any longer. Iron Man and his allies had no problem with this, while Captain America and his supporters felt they should remain free to make their own decisions. This led to an ideological disagreement and the two factions ended up going to war with each other, but I won't spoil the movie and tell you more.

When it ended, we went out to the lobby and the others were already there waiting for us. Once we met up with them, Ashley asked how the movie was.

"You can talk about that on the way home, because it's getting late and nearly your bedtime," Pam stated before Reid or I could answer.

"Yes, it would be kind of silly to stand here talking about this now, when we can do it just as well on the ride back," I added, before we all turned and headed out to the Highlander.

As soon as we were buckled in and on our way home, I made the first move and got the conversation started. "So how was the movie you saw?"

"It was scary," Evan responded quickly. "The tiger, Sherry Con, was mean and tried to kill Mogwee."

"Their names were Shere Khan and Mowgli," Ashley corrected.

This caused Evan to roll his eyes, make a face, and then he snapped back at her. "Quit being such a know-it-all!"

Ashley merely ignored him and started talking again. "Evan's right and some of it was scary, but part of it was funny too."

"So did the animals sing in this one too?" I followed, since I had no idea if this was similar to the Disney cartoon version.

"Yeah, the bear, the big monkey, and the snake sang songs," Evan answered.

"King Louis was an ape, Baloo was the bear, and Kaa was a python," Ashley corrected again, which earned her a scowl from Evan. "King Louis sang 'I Wan'na Be Like You', Baloo sang 'The Bare Necessities', and Kaa sang 'Trust in Me'."

"So did you like it?" I asked, hoping my question would break the tension between them.

"Yeah, it was really good," Evan answered after he'd finally quit giving his sister the 'evil eye'.

"I liked it a lot," Ashley added. "So how was your movie?"

"It was super!" Reid practically shouted before giving them a brief synopsis of the movie we saw.

By the time we reached the house, the kids had shared all the information with each other and Evan had gotten over being upset with his sister. When we went inside, Pam announced it was time to get ready for bed, which caused Evan to come running over to ask me to give him his bath again.

"Do you have to ask him to do it all the time?" Reid barked, which caused his brother to turn and glare at him.

"You're with Uncle Quinn more than me, but I want to do stuff with him too," Evan answered as his lower lip extended outward in a pout.

When I heard what transpired and saw Evan's reaction, I gave Reid a harsh stare to let him know that I didn't approve. He obviously caught my meaning, because he immediately backed down.

"Ok, I'm sorry," Reid apologized. "I know you just want to spend time with Uncle Quinn too, and so do I, so I guess it's alright if Uncle Quinn doesn't mind." I believe his initial response was caused by the uncertainty he felt about whether I was still going to give in to what he wanted to do too.

"No, I don't mind at all," I quickly added, ending the discussion and preventing them from continuing. Instead, I took Evan upstairs to do what he wanted.

Tonight when I was giving Evan his bath, I did my best to imitate Baloo, King Louis, and Kaa, but my impressions were based on what I remembered from the old Disney cartoon version. I also tried to sing as much of the three songs as I was able to recall, and I must have done a fairly decent job, because Evan seemed to enjoy it.

After he was in his pajamas and I'd tucked him in, I went over to be with Reid. "No wonder he wants you to give him his bath, if you do stuff like that with him each time," he complained as I shut the door.

"Oh, so you were listening in on us, huh?"

"I wasn't being nosy but I still heard, since the bathroom is between our rooms. Maybe if you didn't do that stuff with him then he wouldn't ask you to give him a bath every night."

"Probably not, and I guess it would probably be the same with you, if I didn't do what you wanted every night either." Reid obviously got the message, because he made a face and rolled his eyes.

"Come on, that's not fair. Mom and Dad asked you to come here to do stuff with me, not with him or Ashley."

"I don't remember them saying that I had to spend all my time with you or that I couldn't spend time with the other two."

"So you're not just here so you can do stuff with me?" he asked as his mouth dropped open and his eyes bulged out of their sockets.

"I'm here primarily for you, but I like spending time with your brother and sister too. Evan and I have a good time together, so I see no reason to stop what we're doing. Just lighten up a little, because I'll still spend most of my time with you. I just want to be able to do some things with your mom, dad, brother, and sister once in a while as well."

"Ok, I see what you're saying. So can we get naked now and have some fun?"

"Sure, as long as you don't try to put any restrictions on me, or else I might have to put some restrictions on you too."

His eyes shot open, as wide as saucers, before he responded. "Ok, I get the message loud and clear, so I'll try to be better about sharing you."

Now that this had been cleared up, I agreed that we could suck each other off again before we went to take our shower. It was basically the same as what we had done the previous night, except Reid was getting more proficient at doing it to me. In the end, we both enjoyed a powerful release, and we went in the bathroom to clean up before going to bed.

"You've improved a great deal since you first tried doing this," I informed Reid as he was adjusting the water.

"It's because I really like doing it with you."

"And I like doing it with you too."

"So when can we try something else?"

"In time, but not yet. I want you to be a little older before we do some of those things."

"But I want to try those things too."

"We will, but for now you'll just have to be happy with what we're doing or we can stop altogether."

"No, I don't want to do that!" He was totally panicked now. "Ok, I'll wait then, but not too long I hope."

"Just until I think you're ready."

We finished up our shower, hopped into bed, and then cuddled together. Before I fell asleep, I wondered how long I'd be able to put him off about doing those other things before he began to lose patience with me.

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