Always - 11. Chapter 11 - Moving Forward

“Good morning, boyfriend!”

Now, this is the way to wake up! The incredibly handsome boy with his arms around me with his beautiful, hard cock pressing into my back. Damn! I wish we were naked, and he could just slip right inside me!

I roll over and look into Billy’s eyes. “Morning, Billy! I love you!”

“I love you, too. I wish we could play right now, but I get that you can’t for a few more days.”

“And when that time comes, we need to find a way to fuck each other all night long!”

Billy’s phone started beeping with his alarm.

“Damn. I need to get ready for school. Mom said she would drive you home after breakfast. You wanna shower with me?”

“Only if you let me get you off.”

“That’s not fair. You can’t. Don’t worry about me! I’ve had more than enough experience of having to hold off. That happens a lot when you live in a house full of boys.”

“Seriously? You guys didn’t help each other out at all?”

“Oh, God no! That would have been just way too weird! Now, let’s get up and start that shower.”

We got out of bed after a nice morning breath-filled kiss and giggled at the bulging hard-ons stretching the fabric of our boxer briefs. Billy took my hand and led me into his bathroom. He grabbed his toothbrush, and I took the cue and pulled mine out of my bag.

“Nick, I love you more than life itself, but morning-breath kisses are not my favorite thing—just sayin’.”

I smiled and went for another kiss before we brushed our teeth, and that started a hilarious chase around the bedroom. I finally gave in, and we both brushed our teeth while the water in the shower warmed up.

After we brushed our teeth, Billy helped me with the plastic wrap to cover my staples. Then we slipped off our boxer briefs and just stared at each other's morning wood. Damn! My boy is fucking hot!

We got into the shower, and Billy poured some shampoo into his hands. He then began washing my hair. Wow! That feels so fucking good! After running the shampoo through my hair, he put some liquid soap into his hands and began cleaning my body. I’m so fucking horny for my boy! I can’t stand it!

The touch of Billy’s hands was getting me way too hot. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed every sensation. It happened when he pressed his body to mine and ran a soapy hand up and down the crack of my ass. It just happened. I fired shot after shot of horny boy-nut all over my boyfriend! Well, there goes the “no stressful activity” directions from the doc! Hehe.

“You okay, baby? You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”

I was breathless and took a deep breath and answered that I was fine—but not as fine as Billy Fucking MacCallister would be feeling in a couple of minutes!

Billy was still holding on to me as I slowly slid down his tight body and onto my knees. I looked up into his eyes and smiled, just before opening my mouth and taking his throbbing cock into it. Damn! It felt so good to have one of my favorite boyfriend parts inside me—even if it was just my mouth.

As I worked my magic on Billy’s cock, he began kind of half-moaning, half-whimpering as he ran his fingers through my hair. I was soon able to relax enough to take him down my throat and immediately began humming, knowing that it wouldn’t take long for my boy to start shooting his load down my throat.

Okay—I over-estimated his endurance. It only took a few seconds after I started the hum-job that I felt Billy tense up. I pulled back just enough for him to send his sweet juice over my tongue. Damn! I don’t think I’ve ever seen him nut this much! He’s definitely been saving up!

After relaxing a bit after his massive orgasm, Billy pulled me up to my feet, and we shared a kiss—a Billy-flavored kiss that caused both of us to moan! I then turned him around and washed his hair and body, much the same way he had done to me. By the time I was finished, we were, of course, hard as a rock again, but this time better judgment prevailed, and we got out of the shower and dried each other off.

I was getting into my basketball shorts and a t-shirt as I watched my beautiful boy get dressed for school. He put on a funky pair of socks with watermelons pictures. Too damned funny! He slipped on his black skinny jeans and a watermelon-colored polo shirt. Ha! I smiled as I thought about how only a gay boy would match his shirt to the color of the pictures in his socks!

We threw on our sneakers and headed down to the kitchen, where Billy’s mom was already cooking up a storm. Billy looked astonished as he commented, “What’s up with breakfast, Mom? We always have dry cereal on school days.”

“Well, it’s especially for my favorite son and my favorite son’s boyfriend. It’s a special morning!”

“Uh, Mom? I’m your only son. And Nick is my only boyfriend.”

“And I don’t think there are enough ways to show Nick how grateful I am that he is a part of this family. So I figured I would start with a nice, hot breakfast and see how that goes!”

Billy looked at me and said with a grin, “That’s it, boyfriend. You get to spend many, many nights with me. I could get used to this kind of breakfast!”

I looked at Billy and shook my head while grinning, “Billy, Mrs. MacCallister—please don’t go out of your way or do anything special because of me. Just having Billy in my life is way more reward than I could have ever hoped for!”

But, I will admit that breakfast was amazeballs! Eggs over-easy, thick-cut applewood bacon, grits (you have to be from the South to truly appreciate those), and the flakiest homemade biscuits I’ve ever tasted! It was awesome!

After breakfast, Billy was soon out the door and on his way to school—but not after enough kisses to help him get through the day—or at least first period! As Billy was driving away, I went into the kitchen and helped Billy’s mom with the rest of the dishes. She didn’t want me to do anything, but I just did anyway.

I knew right then that I would have to sit her down and have a little chat. I knew where she was coming from, especially after my talk with Mrs. Rodriguez yesterday. And about ten minutes later, she asked if I would like a cup of coffee before she took me home. She said she wanted to talk to me.

Little did she know, I wanted to talk to her as well! Soon we were sitting at the breakfast bar, kind of turned into each other as we sipped on our coffees.

“Nick, I don’t know if I can ever thank you enough for saving my boy’s life. Every time I think about what happened at that school, it scares the Hell out of me.”

“Mrs. Mac—I know it was a scary thing. And I understand why you want to go out of your way to thank me. But I really didn’t do anything that was that special. All I did was tell my friends that I saw a gun and started to push them out of the way. It all happened so fast, and nobody had any time to think about anything.”

“I know, dear boy, but please, you have to understand how a mother—”

“Wait a minute. I’m sorry for interrupting. And believe me, I’m pretty sure I really do understand how you feel and where you’re coming from. But can I ask you for something that I’ve not asked anyone else before?”

“Of course, Nick. Whatever you want!”

“Careful! I might be asking for ten grand!”

I gave her a goofy grin, hoping that would break the ice—and it did. “Wait—you aren’t really going to, are you?”

“No. No. No. Seriously, what I’m going to ask is really pretty simple. There has been a lot of ‘hero’ talk—especially on the news and in the papers. But I had a good conversation with my CPS social worker yesterday. She said that especially with everything going on in the world right now, people kinda need a hero—and I’m apparently the guy of the moment.”

“She seems like a very wise lady.”

“Yeah, she kinda surprised me yesterday. But after we talked, I felt a lot better about the whole thing. I’ll let people see me the way they’re going to see me and do everything I can not to make a big deal about it.”

“Okay, but you still haven’t told me what you want from me.”

“Well, since you are family—more or less—I just have one request—and this is the same thing my dads and Noah are doing. Please—just treat me the same way you always have before this whole thing started. And just so you know, I’m totally good with dry cereal for breakfast!”

Billy’s mom swallowed the rest of her coffee and smiled at me. “Of course, Nick. I’m sorry I went a little overboard this morning. And you’re right. You are the same person you’ve always been. You are the boy that has made my son happier than I’ve ever seen him. He treats me and the rest of the family so much better than before—not that he was awful or anything—it’s just that he’s more engaged than he used to be. That means a lot to a mom!”

“It means a lot to me, too. Thanks for understanding.”

She leaned forward and gave me a hug, which I happily returned with a “thank you.”

“You know, Billy’s gonna be pissed at me for taking away his special breakfasts.”

Mrs. Mac lightly smacked me on the back of my head and said, “Let’s go, kiddo. I promised your dads that I would get you home in time for your acupuncture appointment.”

And in no time—we were pulling into the driveway, and I was walking into the front door.

“Dad! Pop! I’m home!”

“There you are, Nick!” Pop met me at the door and told me that we would leave in about twenty minutes for my appointment.

I went into my room, fired up the laptop, and Googled “acupuncture after surgery.” Can I just say that Googling medical things is not a good idea if you have no idea what to expect!

All I saw was picture after picture of people looking like porcupines with scads of needles stuck into their bodies! Scared the shit out of me!

But in all honesty—it was nothing like that at all. Randall, the acupuncturist, talked to Pop and me before working on me and explained how the whole thing worked and what he would be doing for me.

I think what surprised me the most was that I could barely feel a thing when the needles went in. In fact, I’m pretty sure I missed most of them! It also surprised me how much better I felt after each treatment! I had three treatments over the five days I was out of school, and they really did seem to help me heal a bit faster!

The doc came by on Saturday to look me over and said the same thing. He said he would take the staples out Sunday afternoon and that I could get back to school on Monday!

But I’m moving ahead a bit. Tuesday afternoon, I was sitting out by the pool when Noah came home with Liam. Yup! From the looks on their faces and the fact that they were holding hands, it looks like this is going to happen. But then, I should let Noah tell you about it.

Hey! Noah here! First, let me just say that it’s totally awesome that Nick is letting me tell my shit as a part of his story. But then when you think about it, we’re completely turning into a family of four here—and I guess that makes my story a part of his—and like he said—“especially the sexy parts!” He’s such a nerd!

It was Tuesday when I came home from school, carrying an armload of work from our teachers—with my other arm filled with Liam Webster, apparently who is going to become my new boyfriend—well, at least I hope so!

Nick was out on the patio, and we went out to give him something to do (homework) and hinted that he needed to stay out of the bedroom for a while. I had plans that included a LOT of kissing, a lot of touching, and even more, if that’s what Liam wanted—but I decided that he gets to take the lead on that part.

When I got Liam into the bedroom, I shut the door and pressed him against it with my body, kissing him with more passion than I’ve ever felt.

“Jesus Liam, I’ve been waiting all day for this!”

“Oh, God!”

We kissed more, our tongues dancing over each other’s and our hands running up and down each other’s bodies. Damn, this boy has one of the tightest, leanest bodies I’ve ever touched!

I didn’t want to, but I pulled my face away from Liam’s and asked him if he wanted to lay down on the bed.

“Hell yeah! But first—”

He pushed me away just enough so he could pull my t-shirt up and over my head. When he began to undo my belt, I put my hand over his.

“Liam, are you sure you want to do this much?”

“Noah.” He began lightly running his fingers over my chests and abs. “Noah, I fell in love with you over a year ago. When you and my sister started up, it was the worst six months of my life. I knew you two wouldn’t last, and that’s the only thing that kept me going. I’ve wanted to be with no one but you. I’ve saved everything I have for you. I love you.”

“But it’s so soon. I don’t think—”

“Good, don’t think. It’s just like we’re picking up where we were at the end of the school year—last year. I was so ready for you to take me—to be my first for everything.”

“You haven’t done any—”

“Nope. You’re the only boy I’ve ever kissed—and you’re the only boy who will do whatever we do.”

Wow. Just wow! I couldn’t believe anyone had felt that way about me—us—wow! I don’t know for sure if I really love Liam right now, but I DO know that what I’m feeling is about ten times more than I ever felt with his sister.

So—we undressed each other. I have to admit it didn’t take long for us to be completely naked in front of each other. Holy fuck! Liam has been working hard on his body. Totally lean. I don’t think there was an ounce of fat on him!

His hard cock was pointing up at the ceiling, and the head was shiny and slick with an enormous amount of precum. His trimmed, blonde bush was cut back so nothing would show through the top of his speedos.

I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him again. “My God, Liam—you look fucking amazing! I wasted way too much time on those bad relationships. I think I should have been with you all along.”

“Shut up and take me to your bed!”

I scooped Liam up in my arms and carried him over to my bed, laying him down gently before I crawled in and got on my hands and knees over him. My cock was bouncing and dropping a stream of precum onto his abs.

Wow! I was just over him—not even touching him. Liam was squirming and writhing all over the bed. I was afraid that if I touched him, he would nut in about three seconds.

I moved over and laid on my side, facing Liam. He did the same and took my free hand in his and held it. Shit! It was like there was an electric shock passing between us! I’ve never felt anything like this since—well, yesterday when we kissed, but this was the moment that I knew Liam was the one I’ve been hoping for.

“Lay on top of me. I need to feel you—all of you.”

So I did. Damn, that felt nice, too! I leaned down to kiss Liam again, and as we were kissing, he began thrusting his cock against mine. Damn! That felt even better!

I knew as soon as he started grinding, Liam was going to nut really fast. Hell, I was awfully close myself!

I loved feeling Liam's arms around me and his hands rubbing up and down my back. It took less than two minutes, but as soon as I felt the tension in his arms and heard his moaning get louder and louder—well, he shot a terrific hot load between us. And that was all it took for me as I shot my own load, mixing with his.

After calming down and getting our shit back together, we held each other, and I noticed Liam had silent tears running down his face.

“Hey—you okay? Was all that too much too soon?”

“No. No. No—I’ve never been so happy and complete and connected in my life. You are perfect, Noah. Everything I thought it would be and then soooo much more!”

Well, there you go. I’ve never felt so happy or content. We just held each other and started to doze off when there was a knock on the door.

“Just a minute!” Shit! We hopped out of bed and grabbed the covers so we could get under them. I think Liam was twenty shades of red when I yelled out, “Come in!”

I thought Liam would die when Nick said he hated interrupting us, but he needed his laptop. “Oh—and next time, you guys might want to turn on some music to cover up the moaning!”

Nick had a shit-eating grin on his face as he turned around and left with his laptop.

“Shit Noah, is he gonna tell everyone at school that he heard us?”

“Noooo. Don’t worry about it. I promise you, Nick is totally cool.”

Damn! Liam Webster is one helluva moaner! I know I could’ve given them a lot more grief than I did, but that wouldn’t be right. I know Noah would never do that to me. I’m just glad he seems to have found someone that’s gonna treat him well and be the boyfriend he deserves. I have to tell you, I will never forget the look on Liam’s face when I walked into the room.

The rest of the week was pretty uneventful, except for Thursday night. I got to spend the night with my Billy once again. And this time, we swapped amazing blowjobs. It was awesome!

Saturday morning, Noah and I both woke up later than usual. I guess that happens when you stay up all night talking and getting a buzz on out on the deck! I’m glad that dads’ room is on the other side of the house. We couldn’t stop laughing when I told Noah about the look on Liam’s face when I walked into the room.

While we were eating our breakfast, my phone buzzed with a text from Billy.

BILLYMAC: you up?

NICKOJACO: hehe—now that i’m thinking about you, i am 😉

BILLYMAC: ur such a nerd. but ur my nerd! whatcha doin’ today?

NICKOJACO: lemme ask noah.

“Hey Noah, what’s happening today?”

“Got Shrek rehearsal this afternoon. You should probably come and see what’s going on.”

NICKOJACO: going to shrek rehearsal with noah this afternoon. you gonna b there?

BILLYMAC: don’t think so. maybe we can do something after?

NICKOJACO: hold. gotta ask the dads.

“Hey Pop, can I hang with Billy after rehearsal?”

“As long as you’re in by midnight. We’re going to church tomorrow.”

NICKOJACO: it’s cool. midnite curfew. going to church in the morning.

BILLYMAC: cool. the parents are out tonite at a work thing. sex with no limits?

NICKOJACO: fuck yes! 🙂

BILLYMAC: sweet. one or both of us is getting fucked tonight!

NICKOJACO: you know i’m gonna have to make this toast last twenty minutes til this boner goes down!

BILLYMAC: haha! i love you nicky.

NICKOJACO: love u2, billy. more than i thought was even possible.

Pop got up from the breakfast bar and finished his coffee, telling us that he was going to head to the grocery store. Just as he started to head towards the garage, the doorbell rang. It was Mrs. Rodriguez.

“Good morning, Dr. White. I’m hoping the whole family is in.”

“Yes, the boys are eating breakfast, and Andrew should be finishing up in the shower. Why don’t you have a seat in the living room, and I’ll gather the troops.”

I looked over at Noah with wide eyes, whispering, “This is it, isn’t it? The final interview?”

“Think so. You okay?”

“Think so.”

“You have to know everything’s cool, bro. This is gonna be a piece of cake.”

“Hope so.”

Yeah, for whatever reason, my stomach began to do flip-flops, and I started doubting everything that had been happening over the last several weeks. I mean, c’mon—life shit has never worked out for Nick Jacobs. You know what I mean?

Dad called us into the living room. Noah got up and held out his arms to me, pulling me into one of his famous hugs.

“I love you, Nick. We all do. That’s all that matters.”

“Thanks. I love you and the dads, too.”

Noah hugged me tighter and told me just to breathe. I took a deep breath, and after a shaky exhaled, I whispered to him, “Well—here goes nothing—no—everything.”

The dads were sitting on the sofa across from Mrs. Rodriguez, leaving the two side chairs for Noah and me. Mrs. Rodriguez started.

“Gentlemen, I have to say that I have never had such a privilege to work with such a wonderful family. This has been one of the easiest foster cases I’ve ever had, and I want to thank all four of you for making it so.”

We all thanked her for her kind words and then sat and waited as she opened her briefcase and pulled out a folder.

“Andrew, I would like to start with you. Do you have any thoughts about this fostering experience?”

“Well, Mrs. Rodriguez, I would have to say from the very beginning, we felt that Nick was a perfect fit for our family. We all love and respect him just as if he were one of our own. He has shown nothing but the same to us. I won’t speak for the entire family, but I will say that there is nothing that would make me happier than to have Nick become a permanent part of our family.”

Dammit! I could feel my throat tighten up—especially when Dad was finishing up and smiling at me. Dammit! I’m not gonna cry! No!

“Thank you, Andrew. David?” Mrs. Rodriguez didn’t smile, and she barely looked up from her paper as she took notes. I couldn’t tell a thing about what she was thinking! Agh!

At least Pop looked at me and smiled before he started talking. I just blushed. Great!

“I have to confess that I was probably the last to be on board with the whole fostering thing. And that’s ironic since I think I was the first to completely fall in love with this remarkable boy. Don’t get me wrong. It wasn’t that I was against bringing another boy into the family. I just didn’t know how we could actually manage to do it.

“But the funny thing was, I don’t think any of us had to try to make things work. Nick was an immediate fit. He felt like a complete part of the family by the time we had finished our first meal. When I saw the love and the joy on Andrew and Noah’s faces, I was pretty sure I had the same look on mine.

“Nick is smart, funny, talented, and loving. Who wouldn’t want him to be a part of their family? I’m just thanking God every day that we get to be that family.”

Yep. The tears started to fill up my eyes after that. I could feel Noah’s eyes on me, too. I just couldn’t look at him—‘cause I would lose my shit completely.

“Thank you, David.” Damn! She was writing like a speed demon now! I wish I could see what that paper said! No, now that I think about it, I don’t think I really want to know—I just hope it isn’t “bullshit bullshit bullshit” filling up the page.

“Noah, would you like to add anything?”

“Oh yeah! I definitely have something to say about this!”

The dads started to laugh, and Mrs. Rodriguez cracked her first smile.

“You see, I’ve wanted a brother for almost as long as I can remember. But I never—not even in my wildest dreams—thought that I would have a brother more perfect than Nick. When he first got here, he was pretty scared. I don’t think he knew what hit him. And when it did hit him, I think he kinda freaked out ‘cause he didn’t think he deserved us.

“But I have to say, there are times I think I don’t deserve Nick as a brother. We have so much in common. We both swim, we love movies, we both do theatre—Oh! And you should hear him sing! I am in total awe of his voice!

“But there’s one thing even better than all that. For the first time in my entire life, I know what it means to have a best friend. I didn’t know what that meant before Nick. I mean, I’ve always had good, even great, friends. But there’s something about a best friend that sets him so far above all the rest. Just having him in my life has made me a better, stronger, wiser person than I even thought was possible.

“Having Nick as a brother is better than I had ever hoped. But having Nick as a best friend is something indescribable. Of all the kids I go to school with or do theatre with, Nick is far and above the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

That did it! I started sobbing—right there in front of everyone. I mean, shoulders-shaking-ugly-crying-sobs! Mrs. Rodriguez is gonna think I’m insane! She’ll never let me stay here. She’s gonna have me checked into—

Noah wrapped his arms around me. “Dude, sorry to make you cry, but I had to tell her the truth. I love you, Nick. We all do. You get to own that now!”

Of course, that didn’t do much at all to stop the tears. Andrew walked to me and handed me a box of tissues. I didn’t even see him get up and leave the room to get them!

After wiping the snot from my face, I looked over to Mrs. Rodriguez and apologized. “At least you heard from everyone before I totally lost it!”

“Oh, I don’t think I’ve heard from everyone yet. I still need to hear your thoughts on your life with the White family before I can proceed and wrap this up.”

“But I’m just the foster kid. It doesn’t matter what I think. I’m pretty much at the mercy of the system. That’s how it works, isn’t it?”

“Oh my, Nick. Sadly, most children in the program happen to feel that way. I guess that’s inevitable when kids get moved from family to family, from home to home, and so many times with foster parents that care more about the check than they do the child. But let me assure you, your thoughts are just as important this afternoon as the White’s.”

I looked around the room, and everyone was just looking at me like I was supposed to do something. So I started talking.

“You know something, Mrs. Rodriguez? You always call it ‘the program.' Me and the rest of the kids I know have always called it ‘the system.” A broken-down system that chews up kids, spits them out and makes them into people they never wanted to be.

“When I left Mrs. C’s house, one of my roommates said he’d see me later, that these visitations never work out. I have to admit, I totally believed him. I mean, it never really does work out—especially the way we want it to.

“But something happened when I got into the car, and the dads drove us to the club for our first meal. We listened to Broadway showtunes on the radio. Now, I know that doesn’t seem like anything special, but I can promise you that has never happened to me in my entire life! I knew there was something special—at least different—about this family.

“After lunch, we all came to the house to relax and get to know each other. I kept waiting for the rules. And then I was waiting for the list of shi—sorry—stuff that I was going to be doing to earn my keep. I mean, that’s what happens in the system, right?

“But the longer I stayed, the more they kept doing things for me. The more they kept buying things for me. When I would try to refuse stuff or wonder why they were doing all this nice stuff, they would just say that since they did it for Noah, it’s only fair that they do it for me.

“So, you see? The dads and Noah completely blew up the system I thought I was going to be stuck in forever. There’s no system in this house. There’s just a family. A family that includes me a hundred percent. I love my dads as if they were mine since I was born. And even better than that, I love Noah—who is also the best friend I have ever known in my entire life.

“All I can add is, please don’t take me away from the Whites. They are my family now, and not being here would literally kill me.”

I looked up, and the dads were bawling now. Noah pulled some tissues out of the box and then tossed it to them. Mrs. Rodriguez must think we’re ALL batshit crazy!

“May I have one of those, too, please?” What the fuck? Mrs. Rodriguez was crying too!

After a few minutes, everyone got their shit together. Mrs. Rodriguez was the next one to speak. “I have to be honest with you all here. I have never seen a child and family get along so well in my entire thirty years with CPS.”

She pulled a form out of her briefcase and smiled at the dads. “This is the permanent foster care form. I would say that this experimental program has far exceeded all of our expectations. I will need you gentlemen to sign this. After thirty days, you can petition the courts for either a Permanent Managing Conservatorship or, if you prefer, a complete adoption. That is a decision that we will leave up to the family.”

Before I started crying again, I had to ask, “So that means I get to stay?”

Pop signed the paper and looked at me, “Yes, Nick. You are now a complete part of the White family—and you always will be.”

Wow. Always.