Priorities - Book Two

*** ~~~ Roger ~~~ ***

I woke up Thursday morning and looked over at what was Trevor’s bed, which, of course, was empty. I had a hole in my heart seeing that. It wasn’t until he was gone that I really realized the depth of my feelings for him.

I then looked over at Alex who was standing by his bed wearing a pair of the new boxer briefs that Trevor had given him. He turned in my direction and smiled. “Good morning, Roger.” He said.

“Good Morning Alex. What time is it? How long until we go to breakfast?”

“It’s about 8:00, breakfast is in 30 minutes, then it’s back to classes.”

“8:00, Trevor should be in court by now. I miss him, Alex.”

“Hey, be happy for him. He beat the odds and got adopted at thirteen. That doesn’t happen too often, and from the looks of it, you’ll be the second one to be adopted at that age. Honestly, I’m a little jealous.”

His words hit home. I should be happy for him. Besides, if all goes well, I’ll be seeing him tomorrow when my prospective parents pick me up for my weekend with them. I got out of bed wearing nothing but a pair of the bikini briefs that Trevor had given me. Alex looked at me, whistled, and said, “Damn Rog. Those look sexy as hell on you. Especially since they barely cover that morning wood!”

I looked down and noticed that my usual morning erection was very prominent in these underwear. I blushed, then turned to Alex and said, “You’re just jealous cuz mine’s bigger than yours.”

“Hey! It’s not bigger. Longer maybe, but I’m way thicker.”

We both laughed and then Alex did something I’ve never known him to do, he came over to me and hugged me. While he was hugging me he said softly, “You and Trevor belong together, Rog. I hope that Nigel and I connect the way you two have. I’m jealous of that too.”

“You have nothing to be jealous over, Alex. Now that you’re not acting like a total jerk, you’ll find the right person. Besides, you never know, once Trevor and I are out of here, we might find a couple who would want to adopt you!”

“To be honest, Rog, if Nigel and I get close, I would reject adoption if I couldn’t still be with him. I can say it now, I have a major crush on him.”

“Take things one at a time, Alex. Nigel told us he thinks he might be gay, but you’re a long way from being in a relationship with him.”

“You might be right, but we need to get moving. You need a shower, and I need to run to the placement office to try to get Nigel moved into our room to take Trevor’s place. I want to ask before they assign someone. That wouldn't be good.”

Alex finished dressing and left as I grabbed a towel and my shower supplies. With the towel wrapped around my waist hiding Mr. Happy at attention, I went to the shower room which, oddly, was empty. I went into a cubicle and after removing the towel and my undies, sat on the toilet. I needed to get rid of this bone in case anyone walked in while I was showering.

I sat there and allowed my imagination to run wild. The sole topic of it was Trevor. As I fantasized about what it would be like to ‘be with’ Trevor, I slowly stroked my hardness. My fantasies got more intimate and more graphic as I stroked.

As the images flowed through my mind, the feelings I was having got more and more erotic, ending only when I’d had my release. I can’t wait until some of those fantasies can become real.

Finishing that task, I was pleased that my tent pole had disappeared and I was able to take a fast shower and get back and dressed in time for breakfast. Alex gave me a knowing look as I returned to our room, but chose not to say anything.

We walked into the dining room and Nigel was waiting for Alex. He was literally hopping up and down with excitement. “Did you ask, Alex? What did they say? Can I move in?” His questions were asked in rapid fire.

Alex looked at him with a forlorn expression. “I’m so sorry, Nigel.” The young boy’s face dropped for a moment when Alex continued, “You’ll have to put up with Roger in our room, at least for a while.”

The turnaround in Nigel was like flipping the switch on a light bulb. He was so excited. Alex told him that he could move in right after classes ended for the day. I was truly happy for them both.

During our lessons, I couldn’t keep my mind off of what was happening with Trevor. There was rarely a moment where he wasn’t on my mind. I wondered, ‘Is this what it feels like to be in love?”

After school, I went back to our room and stared at myself in the mirror. It’s funny that you never really take the time to study your own face. I guess my most notable feature is my hair. Red as can be. I stared at my forehead wondering if it was too big. My nose with it’s splash of freckles, the dimples on my cheeks when I smiled. I thought my lips were too red, and too ‘full’. I wonder what features Trevor likes most about me.

Nigel came bounding into the room shaking me from my reverie. “Hi Roger! I’m so happy to be moving in with you and Alex.”

“I’m happy too, Nigel. Alex is really happy.” I replied. Alex had still not shown up after school. I think he had to go to the infirmary so they could check out his ankle. I noticed then that Nigel had closed the door and sat on Trevor’s bed. I guess I should start thinking of it as Nigel’s bed now. A sigh passed from me unbidden.

“Roger, can I talk to you?” Nigel asked sheepishly.

“Anything, Nigel. Anything.”

He looked at me, his eyes wide. A look on his face like he didn’t quite know how to ask what he was thinking. I sat next to him on ‘his’ bed. “Nigel, we’re roomies now, and I want to be your friend. I will never judge you for anything you say to me. If you ask me not to repeat it, I won’t. What I’m trying to say is, don’t be embarrassed about anything you want to ask.”

He took a deep breath and asked, “Alex kinda likes me doesn’t he?”

“Sure, we both do.” I replied.

“No, what I mean is, he likes likes me.”

Understanding finally came to me. “I think he does, Nigel. Is that a problem for you?”

“Well, I don’t think so. I’m kinda new at this stuff. I’m not sure if I’m gay, but I do know that I get funny feelings in my tummy…and other places…when he stares at me. I…I mean, when I think about him, um…” He trailed off at that point.

“When you think about him you get all fluttery in your tummy and it seems like you can’t breathe, and your heart rate goes up, right? I asked.

“Yeah.” He breathed out.

“Nigel, it’s the same thing with me when I think about Trevor. I love him.”

“Are you saying I love Alex?” He asked, perplexed.

“I think it’s too soon for you to know that. The two of you haven’t spent a lot of time together yet. But I know that if you decide you do like him in that way, he’ll feel the same way.” I had to tread lightly. It wasn’t my place to tell Nigel that Alex had a major crush on him.

He got quiet as he said, “When I play with it, I usually am thinking of Alex.”

“Take things slow, Nigel. If you and Alex are meant to be, it’ll happen without either of you having to work at it. But, if I had to venture a guess, I’d say that you and Alex will be as close someday as I feel for Trevor.”

He smiled a big toothy grin at me, turned toward me and hugged me tightly, giving me a kiss on my cheek. “Thanks Roger, that helps me a lot. I never really thought you were this cool.”

I guess my expression showed a fair amount of surprise at his comment. Before I could respond he laughed a deep hearty laugh and said, “I Gotcha!”

Alex opened the door at that point. “What’s going on here?” He asked.

“I just welcomed Nigel to our room. How’d it go with the nurse?”

“They said I was healing okay. I gotta go back next week. So, 'Ni', wanna go get the stuff from your old room and bring it here?”

Nigel stood and stared at Alex for a moment before saying, “Can you help me? Otherwise I’ll have to take two trips.”

I told them that I’d help since Alex’s ankle is still not 100%, Nigel looked a bit crestfallen and Alex saw it. “It’s okay, Rog, I’ll let him carry the heavy stuff. I’ll help him.”

Nigel’s expression lightened at that point, so the two of them left. I decided to go out for a walk outside while they handled the move so I’d be out of the way.

I exited the building and started walking. I noticed places around the grounds where events had taken place during the time I’ve been here. I saw the bench I sat at for almost a month when I first got here, so upset over the loss of my parents in that stupid accident. As I walked I then saw the swings where I’d first met Trevor. We were both about eight or nine at the time. He’d been around, but we hadn’t ever talked until that day. He’d fallen off the swing and scraped his knee and was crying. I went to him and tried to help him. He looked at me and I knew then we’d be friends.

I looked over at the tree that Trevor and I used to sit under and just talk for hours. It was there that I first fell in love with him…but I didn’t dare let it show. That was about a year ago.

It was right after my birthday, I’d just turned twelve. Trevor’s birthday is a few months after mine, so he was still eleven. We’d talked about being friends forever. How we’d always be there for each other. We both still had hopes of being adopted, but we were getting to be too old now.

I guess it was that common ground that made our friendship thrive. I don’t know how long I’d been standing there when Nigel and Alex came up to me, but hearing Nigel’s words kind of startled me.

“Roger? Where have you been? Mrs. Granger is looking for you!”

I guess surprise was the look on my face, but I high tailed it into the building and walking as fast as I was allowed I made my way to her office. I knocked on the door.

She opened her door saying, “Roger, there you are, I’ve been looking for you. Mr. and Mrs. DuChamp will be here in the morning to pick you up. You need to be ready right after breakfast. Are you still wanting to spend the weekend with them?”

“Oh, Yes Ma’am. I’ll be ready! Is there anything else?”

“No, Roger, that will be all. Immediately after breakfast you are to report here. Okay?”

“Yes, Ma’am, thank you Mrs. Granger.” I said as I reached for the door, opened it and left. It was going to happen! I went back to my room with a significant spring in my step.

We had dinner, then Nigel, Alex, and I returned to our room. We finished our homework, then just chatted the evening away. Nigel was becoming more and more comfortable around us. As it got late, I started getting tired and said I was going to get into bed. They could keep talking as I was going to read a little before we all went to sleep.

I stood there talking to them as I took off my clothes. I couldn’t help noticing that Nigel had his eyes glued on me. I removed my shirt, uncovering my chest, a little self conscious of my lack of a tan. Even to my own eyes, my skin was pretty white. I unfastened my pants and started removing them when I saw Nigel’s eyes get wide.

“Wow! Those are pretty neat!” He said, I guess referring to my undies.

“Yeah, Trevor gave them to me. I like them a lot.”

I think Nigel was a little embarrassed when he said, “You got a big one, those things don’t hide it much. Mine’s really tiny compared to yours.”

“Don’t worry about it, Nigel. You’re more than a year younger than me. Yours will grow in time.”

He smiled back at me as I pulled back my covers and top sheet and climbed into bed. I picked up the book I had been reading and I guess as Alex and Nigel talked I fell asleep.

The next morning I awoke early. I could tell by looking out the window that it was just after daybreak. It couldn’t have been later than six or half past six in the morning. I looked over at Nigel’s bed and it was empty. I looked a bit further and saw that Nigel and Alex were in Alex’s bed together. Alex holding Nigel in his arms.

I watched them as they slept, and, even though I’m not all that big on prayer, I said a prayer hoping they would be good together. Alex was a jerk to both Trevor and I for a long time, but over the last week we’ve become very close.

As I was watching them sleep, Nigel opened his eyes. I guess he saw me watching them and blushed deeply. He started extricating himself from Alex’s grasp and I guess Alex woke up.

“I gotta go pee.” Nigel said, climbing out of the bedclothes. He was wearing nothing but a pair of white briefs, and his erection was noticeable. For an eleven year old, he had nothing to be concerned with in the size department.

Alex climbed out of bed and his erection was also prominent, larger by far than his bedmate.

The three of us donned sleeping shorts to cover our piss-hards and went to the bathroom to relieve ourselves. After peeing, washing our faces and hands, we returned to our room.

Alex sat on his bed, Nigel on his, and I on mine. Alex said, “Nigel, you can’t tell anyone we slept together last night. The others wouldn’t understand. I gotta say though, I really liked holding you all night.”

“I did too. I felt safe with you, Alex. The only thing was I felt this stick in my back all night long.” Nigel giggled at his own joke.

“More like a log, I think.” Alex said, winking at the smaller boy.

I got off my bed and started packing a bag for the weekend. I was excited, and a little anxious about going away for the weekend. Nigel told me just how lucky he thought I was, while Alex asked me if I was still going to spend a night with Trevor.

“As I understand it, I’ll spend tonight with my, hopefully, parents and tomorrow I’ll be going to Trevor’s for the night, then back on Sunday. We’re supposed to be back here on Monday afternoon.

Alex winked again before saying, “I don’t think you and Trevor will get much sleep on Saturday night.” Then he started laughing.

Nigel looked puzzled until Alex started moving his arm up and down in the universal sign that all teen boys know. Nigel blushed, but didn’t say anything.

We three then decided to head to the showers ahead of the rush of all the other boys. After grabbing our shower gear and towels we headed to the shower room, which was empty when we arrived. It was still at least thirty minutes before most of the others would be awake anyway.

I stripped and headed into the room after hanging my towel on a hook, Alex and Nigel followed me moments later. Nigel took one look at me and said, “You got red hairs down there, just like on your head.”

I didn’t reply, knowing he was just being curious. Nigel was a typical twelve year old, with the exception of a slightly larger than average dick. He was totally hairless ‘down there’. After his initial inspection of my tackle, his attention was totally on Alex. As we all washed, I noticed a slight plumping of Nigel’s member, but I chose not to mention it.

Having showered and dried, we wrapped our towels around our midsections and headed back to our room. We dressed, Nigel no longer worried about being naked in front of us. We dressed and sat to talk until it was time for breakfast. I grabbed my homework and brought it with me, so I could ask one of the staff to turn it in for me as I was going to be leaving for the weekend.

Most of the other boys told me how lucky I was to be going, but all we got was glaring stares from the group that caused all our grief on the day we came out. After eating, I bid Alex and Nigel farewell, telling them I’d see them on Monday. I went back to my room and grabbed my bag and headed to Mrs. Granger’s office.

I looked in the window of Mrs. Granger’s office and my heart lept. Mr. and Mrs. DuChamp were there along with Trevor’s parents, then I saw him…the object of my heart…Trevor. I almost forgot myself in my excitement and rushed into the room, but remembered I had to knock.

I knocked on the door and Mrs. Granger opened it and bid me to enter. Immediately, I was in the door and in Trevor’s arms. The feel of his hug was like the elixir of life to me, I melted into his embrace. Mrs. Granger cleared her throat in order to get my attention.

‘I know you’re happy to see Trevor again, Roger, but the purpose of your being here isn’t to see him. I am sure you will have time to talk to Trevor, and Mr. and Mr. King after you leave here.”

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Granger.” I said contritely.

I then went to Mr. and Mrs. DuChamp who took me into a group hug. It felt good…really good.

Mrs. Granger then said, “Okay, he’s all yours for the weekend, please have him back here not later than three PM on Monday. Have a good time, Roger, and behave.”

With that we all said goodbye to Mrs. Granger and headed out. Once outside, walking hand-in-hand with Trevor we approached the same limousine that had taken Trevor away that first time. We all piled into the back and off we went. Trevor and I sat side-by-side holding hands while the others sat across from us on a large back seat. Big enough for four adults.

“I’ve decided we will all go to the restaurant for a meal, then we’ll drop the Kings off at their house before heading home.” Henri said.

Trevor spoke up saying, “Henri, please don’t think I’m being smart when I tell you that it’s barely nine-thirty in the morning. Roger would have just finished breakfast not long ago. Maybe we could go somewhere for an hour or two before going to eat?”

“You know, Trevor, I think I’m as excited about Roger coming to us as you are, I had forgotten completely the time. What do you suggest we do?”

“I know how I felt the first time I was away from the orphanage, can we just drive around town a bit and let Roger get a chance to see things he’s never had the chance to see? That way we can talk also.”

“That’s an excellent idea, would you like to do that, Roger?” He asked.

“Yeah, that would be cool!” I replied. Trevor, always my knight in shining armor! He’d come to the rescue with a totally fantastic idea.

I was so excited about leaving the orphanage, and hoped beyond hope that I’d be adopted like Trevor had been. Trevor opened the sunroof and pulled me out of my seat as we both stood there, our upper bodies outside. It was an amazing feeling. We stood there taking in the sites, our hands still clasped inside the car. I saw things I’d only imagined. Our town isn’t much by any standards, however, for someone who’d spent most of his life in an institution where all he got to see was the limited space of the grounds, it was really an exciting thing to see.

We stood there for about ten minutes before Trevor had me sit back down and closed the sun-roof. He then let go of my hand and switched seats so he was sitting with his parents, and Henri and Marine moved onto either side of me.

We talked a while, getting to know each other better. I was really starting to feel like they were really my parents. Henri asked me if I wanted to learn how to cook and run a restaurant. It struck me that it would be something I really would like to learn so I told him so. I could tell by his expression that I’d made him happy when I said that.

We drove around for a long time, just talking about this and that. Finally, about eleven-thirty we pulled up to a restaurant. The sign said, “Chez Henri”.

“This is our restaurant, Roger. When you become our son, it will be yours as well.” Henri said proudly.

I immediately noticed how he’d said our restaurant and he’d said when I became their son, not if. That was the first time I believed this was really going to happen, I was going to be adopted. We got out of the limo and walked into the restaurant, Trevor’s hand immediately clasping onto mine once we were out of the car. As we entered, the staff all came by to welcome me. We were taken to a private dining room and we all sat. Henri was at the head of the table, I was next to him, Marine was across from me. Trevor sat to my right, his Daddy next to him and his Dad across from Daddy. About that time, Trevor’s Grandpa came in and took the opposite head table seat.

As soon as we were all seated servers started entering with trays of food. There was more food than I ever imagined ever. Trevor told me about what everything was, and what he didn’t know, he asked and either Henri, Marine (maybe I should start calling them Mom and Dad?) would explain it. Just the appetizers had me almost full, but then they brought out so much more food. Soups, stews, roasts, potatoes, veggies. My mind was swimming with the varieties. Once that was done trays and trays of desserts. It really boggled my mind.

Dad got up, (that felt good) and said, “Tonight we welcome someone who, in our hopes and dreams, will become our son. Roger, you are special. Special to me, my wife, and special to a young man who has impressed us all. This is just the start of the weekend, one that we all hope will become the turning point in all of our lives. Remember this, and remember it always. You are loved.”

I stood and, with tears in my eyes, went to Dad and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, then I went to mom and did the same. His words really touched me. It was really starting to feel real.

After we’d finished that spectacular meal, Trevor and his family left. Dad and Mom escorted me to their car and we went home. At least that’s what they called it. That’s what I hoped it could become for me.

I was shown around the house. It was nice. Much nicer than I’d ever seen before. I was shown to my room. I looked around and it was far larger than the room that the three of us have shared for years, and it was all mine. At least it could be.

We went back to the family room and sat and talked for hours. I was comfortable there. I was wanted. I could easily call this…Home.

[To Be Continued]