Chapter 25-1
Life Just Happens
Part 2
I would have to say my mother never realized how complicated my life really was until she helped me register for my classes. With my adoptive Mom right beside us, explaining to the lady behind the counter of a long line of other mothers trying to do the same thing. Not only was I a transferring student from another school, but I was also making a name change. The only thing that stayed the same was my social and birthday.
Everything else was confusing because I had two mothers, and two sets of parents with two home addresses. My mother wanted copies of all my grades and my classes. Simple enough, so I thought, but needed different forms. It took longer than we had thought, having to call Stringham and tell him I was going to be late. At least Greg would be on time if I wasn't.
Most bosses would be going through the roof if their employees were over five minutes late. Not Mr. Stringham he simply said. "Life" just happens. Easy for him to say he wasn't in a line with impatient mothers all trying to do the same thing for their children.
My adoptive Mom was cool as a cucumber and filled out all the paperwork that they needed to transfer me from one school to another. And we were glad we did not do it the day of school or the next day if the line was already wrapped around the hallway. It was a little past eleven before we even got to the counter where I would be given my locker and class schedule.
It was also a good thing my adoptive Mom kept a copy of my grades and got a copy of my file just in case they hadn't received it yet. Plus, she was my true guardian, not my mother, regardless of if she signed the open adoption. She was second fiddle when it came to signatures needed. I was given a few minutes to locate my classes and my locker and open it a couple of times with the combo I was given.
My mother soon realized I had such a busy life with all my extra curricula and what it was going to take to keep my adoptive parents happy. Not once did she complain about it. She did not ask why I needed my extra curriculum; she knew why, and it was because of her and most of all my father.
I had nothing to prove to my Dad or my adoptive Mom anymore. It was a heavy load, but it was doable, and she signed me up for driver's Ed during the second block that would begin in January. She would have signed me up now, but the class was full. Besides, they weren't planning on doing it until I had turned seventeen.
I knew Mom and Dad felt bad about it, realizing too late that I could be trusted and not use it to run away. It had been almost seven years since the last time I ran away from home. That was when I had jumped out that window to save my life and found the Downings.
Regardless of whether my case file says both Aaron and I ran away, when what really happened? My parents kidnapped me and me to dissolve my relationship with the Downings. That and give my father a chance to kill me and make me disappear for good. He can blame Jeff for that one, considering he was the one that led the Downing's right to me.
Once that was done and I had my class schedule and with a list of books I would need. I was good to go with a quick hug and a kiss goodbye, as well as a promise to be good. Plus, a warning to my mother that I needed to be here at school at seven thirty a.m. And be ready to be picked up at home around 5 p.m. after swim practice. Gymnastics and Kick Boxing won't begin until next week. Mom always bought my books either from the school or at Barnes & Noble, whichever was the cheapest.
Books are expensive, and I did not realize that until I went to college, spending close to a thousand dollars for books for one semester. College books ranged anywhere from seventy-five to four hundred dollars, sometimes more if they were new. Mom and Dad always bought most of my books, "used," to save money, but they still cost anywhere from twenty-five dollars to a hundred if they were new. It adds up to eight classes per block. There are four blocks for the entire school year, which equals twenty-four classes. One of those classes is the LDS institute where all I would need is my scriptures and a class manual. I had one set of scriptures at home and one at school. They too aren't cheap.
It made me very glad I worked hard during the summer to help pay for my books and fees and made me appreciate them more and Mom and Dad for everything they do for us. If I were living with my mother, there would be no way she could do it or would do it. After all, she doesn't even do that for my sisters or my brother Aaron.
Since I was already late for work, I simply called and told Mr. Stringham that not to expect me at all since it would be almost noon when we arrived home. Mom dropped me off at Stringham's around twelve thirty and took Aaron with her to register him for school and my sisters. Before dropping him off at Bishop Earl's place until she came back from grocery shopping.
Chad was left in charge and Mrs. Earl went with her to register her kids as well, having to stop at three schools: Santaquin Elementary and Payson Jr. and High School. After hearing how long the lines were from my mother at American Fork High School. She and my mother were all in for saving time. More so because my mother inherited the problem of busing me to and from school on Thursday and Friday just so she could spend more time with me.
Personally, I think it would have been easier not to go to school or keep me for another week, but my mother did not see it that way she wanted those few hours she would have with me regardless and there was no way I was missing my first two days in a new school. It would be Aaron's first time at Payson Jr. and Becky's last year at Santaquin Elementary.
Susan, like me, would be a sophomore in high school, which I would have been a senior if I weren't held back. It looks like we both would be taking Driver's Ed at the same time even though we would be in different schools. Unlike me, she wasn't working or putting money away to buy her first car or putting money away for college.
Her life plan was to get married, and her husband would provide everything she would ever need. College was and would be a waste of time according to her life plan. Not that she had the grades or the brains to attend college in the first place.
I bet she regrets that now, now that her husband she has married right out of high school, lost his job, and became permanently disabled because of seizures from his long drug addiction within the first five years of marriage. And later raped some girl they were babysitting and went to prison as a sex offender and is listed on the world's sex offender's website under the name of Sean Lindsey.
It did not matter that people told her not to marry the guy in the first place. Having a record of raping high school cheerleaders, and was a very bad student and his grades were in the toilet because of drugs and hanging out with the wrong crowd. She said it was all lies and rumors. I wonder now what she has to say about her dead-beat ex-husband. Personally, it serves her right.
I waited around the store calling in orders and added receipts for bills that needed to go out to Stringham's customers, basic office work until our dates arrived. Or should I say date, considering Tally was the only one that came to collect us? She looked smoking hot in a black miniskirt and black fishnet stockings, and black high heels with her blouse open enough to see a thin black lace bra under that red blouse with a sucker in her mouth. Greg and I were like hungry wolves waiting to devour her.
She leaned over the counter and said. "Are you hungry boys?" Twirling a red round sucker that smelled of red hots and cinnamon as we took a whiff of her perfume of cherries. Just one look at her. We were instantly hard. Greg and I were more than ready as we punched our timecard, and picked up our backpacks that had everything we would need.
Like two robes, a waist robe, or a long robe and our pills and Greg's long heart needle. Not forgetting the important stuff. A bottle of our favorite lotion and several bottles of our favorite flavors of ointment, at least not to forget a box of condoms or anything else we would need. Extra clothing wasn't necessary. All we would need is the clothing on our backs.
We each took an arm as she led us to her car, which was a cherry red convertible, and the top was down. Greg and I opened the door for her, he opened the store door and me the car door. As she took her red gloss fingernails and scraped them down our chin. Pulling down our shirt collars on our pullover tee-shirts, just enough to see our collar bone, and took her other hand and cupped us between our legs, smiling at finding we were more than ready. Stringham waved as we left, reminding us to be here at 9 a.m. sharp.
She did not live far, maybe a mile or two from the store in a part of town that did not have a lot of houses yet on the north side of town. We followed her into the house more like floating in on her perfume. She told us to say goodbye to the outside world. Because we would be lucky to see the sun again, on this side of the door, or before morning.
Bethany was already here and like Tally, she was dressed to kill, but that's not what surprised Greg and me. There were two boys, Kenny and Zane. She quickly asked if having kids was a big deal to us. Because most guys They bring home have a hard time with it. Knowing they have children, or they are divorced and a single parent. Greg and I both shook our heads no and said they did not bother us. In fact, we would have been surprised that they did not.
I knew it wasn't the answer she thought we would give. Like she said most guys think it's a big turnoff if the person they are going to have sex with is a divorcee with children. Greg and I weren't one of those guys. We shook hands with both boys and introduced ourselves. Learning they were both fourteen, they were straightforward asking if we were going to have sex with their mothers. I said. "Would that be a problem if we did? Or the fact we have many times before." Both shook their heads that it wasn't a problem. Only if we treated them nicely and did not abuse them like their fathers had and other guys they had dated, and most importantly they could join us. Which should have surprised us but that too didn't and nodded that was more than fine. I was so going to hell, but it looked like I would have lots of company and I was good with that.
Tally's son Zane had the same raven black hair that curled around the front of his face almost hiding his light blue eyes like his mother's and had a more curvature nose than she had. Most likely got that from his father, but his mouth and chin were every bit like hers. He was tall for his age, which said he would be good at sports like basketball, and if his bare feet were not a good sign that he would be very tall like his mother. For a boy, he was quite handsome and would be a big hit with the ladies if he weren't already.
Bethany's son Kenny was the opposite when came to size and most likely wouldn't make the team other than church ball. Being about five feet even, even his bare feet said he wouldn't grow much taller, but size isn't everything. He had his mother's green eyes that made him look dangerous. His straight nose tapered off at the bottom that said it came from his father and had more of a sharper chin than his mother's.
Both were good clean-cut boys; they weren't into drugs or sneaking alcohol to prove they were cool. Like me, they had been prejudged like their mothers. Because they did not have a Dad around and because their parents were divorced. Another thing the LDS church frowns on. After all, families are forever according to them.
I took a seat and so did Greg, Greg said. "We weren't those kinda of guys," and pulled out our wallets and showed them our two memberships one from the Garden Club which their mothers belong to, and our own personal club the Night Owls. Letting them read the rules that stated we had all signed an agreement that we would respect the people we were with. No physical or sexual abuse. No, Drugs or Alcohol. They seemed familiar with the Garden Club, which Tally said they had joined after the last time they had been with a guy. They physically abused them and raped both their boys, in front of them as they were tied up and handcuffed and unable to stop them. Mr. Stringham took care of the problem and they never dated anyone else until they were sure the guys they were with were clean cut and Stringham gave them the green light first.
It made me appreciate Stringham a little more knowing that he took his time and made sure we were Garden Club material. They handed back our cards as they smiled at us, as their mothers sat down a plate of fried chicken, corn on the cob, and lots of homemade mashed potatoes. Greg and I did not say we had the same thing last night and dug in like hungry wolves.
Tally opened a bottle of horny pills and gave Greg and me two and one for each of their boys. I said nothing. I was already in too deep and simply did not care as I swallowed mine with a cold glass of fruit punch spiked with Sprite. Tally said they thought we could spend the afternoon by the pool. I knew it was a stupid question when I said it. "Greg and I did not bring a bathing suit."
The boys giggled and so did their mothers, Bethany said. "Why? Did you need one boy's?" It was like a thunder dumb moment when you wanted to smack your head against the wall, knowing the answer. Of course, we wouldn't, because we all be swimming in the nude. I only asked because of their two boys. I should have known better the moment they too swallowed a horny pill and had asked if they could join us in pleasuring their mothers. It was like a 'no Da' moment. There was a very good chance their mothers had been stimulating them just like ours since the day they were born.
I felt a little embarrassed about it by asking a pointless question. I said. "I guess not considering Greg and I have seen you and every inch of you many times as well as us, that it would be stupid considering we both know we're going to have mind-blowing sex all day and throughout the night. I was just being polite because of your two boys and did not know how they feel about seeing all of us naked."
The boys gave us a silly grin Kenny said. "They only wore clothes because they were not sure how we would respond to seeing them naked the second they met us for the first time. Because most people freak out the second, they see us naked with our mothers."
I laughed, and so did Greg. Greg simply said that. "His best friend here was a nudist and so was he, that at home none of his family wears any clothes and only dresses when guests come over that aren't aware of our lifestyle. Eric's adoptive parents are nudists and don't answer the front door without putting on a robe and announcing that they are nudists. To give them a few minutes while they make themselves decent."
Greg laughed because it was interesting to find people here in Santaquin and in Highland who are all living a secret life. My father would flip out knowing that right here in Santaquin there were nudists all over the place. Just because we live in a small town where there is only one LDS church and one tiny Baptist church did not mean there wouldn't be nudists.
Kenny and Zane breathed a sigh of relief at hearing that and relaxed more and only asked if we wouldn't mind them joining in some of the fun. Providing, we did not have sex with them like the last guys did before their mothers joined the Garden Club.
I said. "Greg and I find the idea revolting, and that was a deal breaker. If they wanted us to stick our penis in their butts, we would walk out that door and never look back. We're not gay and we force no one to do anything, but we both like a good kiss and penis and lots and lots of sex with girls like their mothers." Both their mothers nodded that it was true, and she would never allow that kind of filth in their home, which said that they all lived here as one big happy family.
It also said that they did so because neither of them was looking for a husband because they did not trust men anymore and neither of them was gay. They were living together for convenience and were looking for boys and guys that just wanted to have fun and sex nothing more other than a good time. I had a feeling it was more boys our age than grown men because of the physical and sexual abuse.
It did not bother me that they wanted boys our age. In fact, it was exciting because it was like having a real woman, and an experienced woman. We did not have to play mind games wondering if we went too far, they would slap us and turn us out. Tally was the wild one while Bethany was the more subdued type that if Tally wanted to do something, she would follow.
Even though we were guests, Greg and I helped with the dishes, letting her boys put them away. I wasn't sure how we were going to start once we got comfortable or if it was going to be wild as they ripped our clothes off. Or if we're just going to take them off individually. Greg and I waited to see how it was going to play out.
It started simply enough with a tour of the house showing where the boys slept both sharing a room and a bed and their mothers sharing a room in their three-bedroom house. Two were bedrooms and one was exclusive as a tub room, just like Greg's house, and the one my Dad was making a room for it. It had two bathrooms, one for the master bedroom where Tally and Bethany slept and the other for their boys with a simple stand-up shower big enough for four people like mine in my Rothwell home except this one had two shower heads.
It did not freak me out finding out the boys slept together and so did their mothers, as they watched for signs that it did, but got a surprised look from them that they expected us to be freaked out. Greg leaned me up against the wall and kissed me, then pulled me into the boy's room. I took my queue when Greg lifted up my shirt and took it off, saying he wanted me to follow his lead. Both of us knew that to get to the girls we needed to go through the boys first so the boys would trust us not to hurt them or their mothers. I did the same with his shirt and turned him around and made him lie on the boy's bed. I kissed him and followed my tongue down his neck and down to his shoulders.
Tally asked if the boys could help, I said. "That's what I was hoping … that they jump right in."
Greg laughed and said. "Three against one that's so unfair."
I did not ask permission. I had assumed that two boys did this all the time because they slept in one bed, and they told us they liked stimulating each other as well as were nudists behind closed doors. Tally confirmed it when she asked if they could help. Kenny was the opposite of her mother. Being the one that took charge, he climbed on the bed and took Greg by the mouth and kissed him, and pushed me off him with a little nudge. By lying on top of Greg, repeating my tongue and mouth in action. I moved off the bed while Greg took off Kenny's shirt and tossed it to the side.
Zane was looking at what to do next if Kenny was getting some action. He felt lost. So, I pulled him into a close hug and kissed him lightly on the lips. Having him open them and spread our mouths together. Me being unsure if he had ever kissed a boy or a girl. It told me that he too liked kissing and the way he held me that he wasn't afraid of being with another boy in this way.
I slowly took off his shirt and added to the pile, finding he was ripped with muscles stating he worked a lot. He wrapped his arms around me tightly as he kissed me. He released me slowly and waited for my next cue. I said nothing and simply undid his pants and zipper to see what he would do. He watched Kenny and as he slid down Greg's stomach and undid his pants and zipper slid down to take off his shoes and socks. That told me Kenny wanted Greg all to himself as he climbed back up and played with his meal.
Bethany came in to watch, Tally said. "They are just getting comfortable," telling Zane that I was waiting for him to decide if he wanted to play with me or just watch his best friend have all the fun. I made the decision for him and finished where I left off and slid off his pants and lay him down on the bed next to Greg. Having Zane climb on top of me in his boxers. Greg was already completely naked and rolled on top of Kenny and played with his new friend.
Zane and I were behind as their mothers watched, wanting in on the fun, but wanting us boys to get to know each other first, in other words, breaking the ice. Zane soon got the message that I was waiting for him, as I pulled him on top of me and kissed him.
He was shyer than Kenny, so I made the next move and rolled him so I could be on top. I repeated the kiss I started with Greg and trailed my tongue down to each of his nipples, having him moan. Then when I reached his belly button. I could feel his hard rock penis touching my bare chest. I began to remove his boxers, only to have him stop me from doing so. I heard his mother grumble that I wasn't going to rape him like the last guy she had brought home. I pretended that it did not bother me, knowing how Jody felt after she had been raped and how it took a lot of love and understanding. Before, she was willing to be with other guys in that way.
I did the next best thing. Instead of removing his boxers I reached inside and pulled his penis out through the slit in his boxers. I waited for him to stop me, but he did not. It did not take a genius to know that he wasn't afraid of having oral stimulation or that he was afraid of being naked when his mother was in the room and her best friend. He was just scared because he was afraid that I would rape him and force my penis inside his butt.
I needed him to trust me, even though I did not have the answers, but I knew the fear he was feeling. It was going to take time, as it did with me. When it was my first time being naked with Shane or Dad or even my sisters or Mom, as we just cuddled in each other's arms, there was no sex, or stimulating ourselves. It was just us showing each other love and our vulnerability. If it weren't for that, I don't think I would have ever been ready to be a nudist or be willing to have sex with anyone or stimulate other people. I had a tough time trusting people not to harm me after years of physical abuse.
Even then, I did not see the clues about what was going on behind closed doors. I had thought they were just talking privately with each other like most parents and siblings do when they did not want anyone but them to know what they were talking about. How wrong I was and how stupid I was for not asking. I felt cheated and disappointed because they did not trust me enough to share in their lifestyle until they ran out of options as to when and how they were going to tell me and invite me into their lifestyle fully. Then again, was I really ready to be brought in? This a question I can never answer, yet I have no regrets about how they brought me in letting me make my own decision.
I learned that it did not go so well for the other foster boys who came to live with them. Having them either run away or tell everyone what was going on behind closed doors. I was the first to accept it and jumped in with both feet and it was because of the love I felt from them, not the abuse I had gone through with my parents. I was ready for love; I was ready to be loved.
I was willing to trust them because of Jeff telling me I could once they understood me, and not from a file that had my name on it. I was no longer a foster child in their eyes. I had become one of their sons, more so now because they wanted to adopt me, and my mother let them.
I knew it would take time for Zane as it did for me, so I did not embarrass him; I did not force him; I wanted him to trust me, that I would never do anything to hurt him. Love and understanding take time. I wanted him as a friend first, not just another conquest because that's not how I look at people as something to conquer. I like showing them that I love them for who they are and if I have a thousand girlfriends or boyfriends; they are each special to me, not a trophy said I conquered this person and moved on to the next. I wasn't that kind of guy, and I wasn't raised like that.
I took his penis into my mouth, making love to it, and worked my way back up and rolled him on top of me. This time, he did not hesitate to notice Kenny was already having a nice snack. Greg told him to take it all and there would be plenty for all of them later on, which was true. Zane wanted his snack, but he had to get the nerve up first to take it. He finally got the nerve as he undid my pants and zipper. He felt stupid when he noticed I still had my shoes on. I simply kicked them off and lifted them up so he could take my pants off.
I wasn't worried about how long it took. Breaking the ice takes as long as it takes. His Mom gave him encouragement, telling him I was not going to hurt him, or she would never bring Greg and me home with them. I watched him swallow hard and let him take as much time as he needed. Greg was busy having his own snack and when he was done, he took his new friend, and they left the room. Knowing that I needed to be alone with Zane like I was with him; we said nothing to suggest that he simply knew by watching and noticing that Zane and I still had our boxers on as well as my socks.
That stated, Zane was fighting himself inside with trust issues like he did when we first actually met for our first time together. If there was one guy in the world who knew that problem, well, it would be me. I hadn't been raped as he had; I had been physically abused, and that I understood and the fear. Kenny's mother left with them, hoping to make it a little less complicated. More so, I think it was to keep an eye on her son and Greg. I knew she trusted us not to abuse their boys or physically hurt them or her and Tally. No one said anything, just simply left the room, leaving me and Zane and his mother.