By the time school was about to begin, Matty had become well accustomed to his new life.  He went from poverty to privileged rich kid overnight, and he was well suited for the role.  For the past few weeks he had been attending a sports camp in the neighborhood. He got along just fine with the other attendees.  It didn’t hurt him that David and Jonathan had enrolled him under the name Matthew Davis Caldwell.  The Caldwell name drew lots of respect.

Clay and Steve returned home just before Labor Day.  They were anxious to meet the new addition to the household.  The twins had warned them about Matty’s sexual proclivities, and they were equally as anxious to see how far Matty would go with it as far as they were concerned.

Immediately, Clay and Steve joined the family in parading nude around the house when nobody else was there, and Matty liked what he saw.  The very first night the elder Caldwells were home, everyone retired to their own rooms.  Matty knew that was just a subterfuge and he listened carefully.  He eventually heard doors opening and closing.  When things quieted down, he went out into the hallway and traced noises to Clay’s and Steve’s room.  He boldly opened the door to find his parents and grandparents sitting on the bed in their birthday suits and sporting good size hardons.

“What took you so long?” Jon asked him laughing.  Matty laughed too and jumped on Jon’s lap.  He started lap dancing while groping David at the same time.  He was not quite ready to pounce on Clay and Steve, so Steve broke the ice by taking Matty’s waiting cock into his mouth.  It’s hard to say what happened next.  Everyone got tangled up, but managed to get somebody’s cock in his mouth.

To everyone’s delight, this went on for quite a while until Clay said to his boys, “If one of you doesn’t fuck me soon, I’ll go nuts.  It’s all I could think of while I was in Europe.”

“Thanks!” Steve said sarcastically.

“You’re great, love,” Clay told Steve, but there’s nothing like being fucked by your own son.”

“How about a grandson?” Matty piped in.

“Sure kiddo.  Do you think you’re man enough?” Clay kidded.

“Try me,” Matty laughed back at him.

Matty started the melee by fucking Clay, but after that it was mayhem.  There was constant changing of positions.  A lot of KY Jelly was used, and they all seemed to lose track of who was fucking whom.  Eventually they all came, but Matty came more than once.

Jon said, “It’s great to have you home again, pops.  We sure did miss you.”

“I’ll sure miss you too the next time you go away,” Matty added, and he jumped into his grandfather’s arms for a final good night kiss.  Then he kissed Steve and his fathers.  Although he went to his own room, David and Jonathan found Matty in their bed in the morning snuggled between them.

The Wednesday after Labor Day, Matty was given a test at the prep school where his fathers, grandfather and Uncle Steve had gone.  Based on his test results, he was placed in eighth grade.  If it was based on age alone, he would have been put in seventh grade.  That little honor made the twins quite proud.  Once again they enrolled him as Matthew Davis Caldwell.

At the time the twins were enrolling Matty in school, Clay and Steve were at the lawyer’s office where Clay was signing all the adoption petition papers.  Mr. Gould explained that the final adoption would take about six months.  During that time, they would receive surprise visits from a social worker who would check up on the suitability of their household to raise a child, so a word to the wise should be sufficient.

“I’ve already raised two boys,” Clay said indignantly.

“Sure,” Joe said “but they were yours.  Social services had no control over them.  But this boy is an orphan and he could easily be taken from you.”

That statement really upset Clay and Steve so as soon as the family was gathered together that evening they called for a family conference including Mindy.

Clay explained about the drop in visits from the social worker, and asked Mindy to please always be there before Matty got home from school to let the social worker know that there was a warm female figure caring for him and making sure he was well fed.  Of course she agreed immediately.  As soon as she went back to the kitchen to continue preparing dinner, Clay put on his sternest face.

“Until the adoption is final,” he said, “we wear clothes in the house, not just underwear, but clothes.  Do you all understand?”  He said it so menacingly that all they could do was nod in the affirmative.  “And no grab assing either,” he added.  “Also, Matty, you will call me ‘daddy’ until the adoption is final and you will call your fathers by their first names.  Is that clear?”  Matty nodded yes.  “And at least for the next six months, I am arranging to remove our beds and put back two standard size beds in each bedroom. I know it will be an inconvenience but it has to be done.”

They didn’t have to wait long. About two weeks after that instructional conversation, a social worker was in the house chatting with Mindy and waiting for Matty when he arrived home from school.  As luck would have it, one of his friends from school came home with him.  Alan Buckman lived in the next street.

Mindy introduced Matty to Mr. Bradley.  Matty shook his hand and introduced Mr. Bradley to Alan.  “Alan and I are going upstairs to study geometry together,” Matty announced proudly.  He was putting it on a little to impress the social worker.  He also gave Mr. Bradley a good going over.  He was a handsome young man, about 5’9” and it looked to Matty that he was a very recent college graduate.  Most importantly, Matty’s gaydar was ringing in overdrive.  Still he would take no chances and he stuck to Clay’s instructions.

“Matthew, do you want to show me your living arrangements?” Mr. Bradley asked.  “I’ve already seen the downstairs area.  You have a very nice home.”

“Yes,”  Matty answered, “I’m very lucky.  Follow me please,” he instructed Mr. Bradley.  “You can come up too,” he said to Alan.

The first bedroom they came to was the master bedroom.  “This is my father’s bedroom,” he told Mr. Bradley.  Alan looked confused, but was smart enough to keep his mouth shut.  Matty didn’t mention that Uncle Steve shared the room, and Mr. Bradley didn’t ask.  He didn’t even ask about the two beds.  “As you can see,” Matty recited like a tour guide, “he has his own bathroom, but I share a bathroom with my brothers.”  Alan was completely confused now, but the dear boy said nothing.

Next they came to the twins’ room.  “This room belongs to my brothers.  They’re twins, and until you get to know them, you can’t tell them apart.  That door opens to the bathroom I share with them, and that’s their closet.  Matty opened the closet door.  “You see that shelf?” he asked Mr. Bradley.  “It’s full of board games that they let me play with.  They’re really nice to me considering they are my big brothers.”  Bradley smiled.  He was a kid brother and could relate.

Matty led Mr. Bradley to his bedroom through the bathroom.  Someone had carelessly left a tube of lubricant on the counter and it did not escape Mr. Bradley’s attention.  “And this is my room,” Matty announced proudly.  “See I have my own desk and computer and my own TV.”  There were a few age appropriate toys lying around.  “I’m sorry the room is so messy.  The cleaning lady will be here tomorrow.”

“It’s fine,” Mr. Bradley said.  “I wish I had a room like this when I was a kid.”

“I know Mr. Bradley.  I told you how lucky I am.  You should have seen where I lived before my parents died.  It was a real rat trap.” 

“You’re going to see more of me before your adoption is approved so why don’t you call me Stan.  That’s short for Stanton.”  With that he tousled Matty’s hair.  If you’re being let out for adoption at the mercy of a gay social worker, it doesn’t hurt to be as handsome as Matty.

Stan sat down on Matty’s bed and asked Alan to please wait downstairs while he talked to Matty privately.  Alan bounded down stairs to get one of Mindy’s delicious cookies.

Stan began.  “Matty this is hard for me to ask so let me just get to it.  It says here in your records that your natural father beat your mother and physically abused you.  Would it be too hard for you to tell me what he did to you?”

“I don’t really like to talk about it, but I know it’s important for your evaluation so here goes.  He brought men home and they paid him to have sex with me.  He said that if I refused he would put me out on the streets for not paying my way.  When my mother objected, he beat her.  After the men went away, he would tuck me into bed naked and get into bed with me.  Then he would fuck me.”

Matty burst into huge crocodile tears and threw himself in Stan’s arms.  Stan held him tightly trying to soothe him, but tried to avoid letting his raging hardon touch the boy.  “You poor kid,” he said.  “How you must have suffered.”

Matty played the role of his life.  “Yes, but now I live with a family that loves me.  They would never let anything bad like that happen to me, ever again.  I bet my brothers would kill anyone who ever tried to do that to me.”

Stan instinctively released the boy, and Matty laughed inwardly.  “Is there anything else I can tell you?” he asked.

“No, I’m pretty satisfied.  And Matty, I don’t want you to worry.  I like what I see here, and yes, you are a lucky boy.”

On the way out of the house, Mindy gave Stan a tin of her home made chocolate chip cookies.  He tried to resist, but she wouldn’t hear of it.  Leaving the house Stan wished he was getting adopted by Clayton Caldwell.  He gave Clay a glowing review in his evaluation.

As soon as Stan left, Alan and Matty went upstairs to study Geometry.  The two boys had met on the first day of school and had taken an instant liking to each other.  Alan was eight months older than Matty but at least two inches shorter.  It didn’t take Matty long to introduce Alan to the joys of male sex.  It was an easy conversion because Alan was already on his way to being gay.  When he whacked off, he fantasized having sex with his father or Brad Pitt or someone equally as handsome.

Once in the bedroom, Matty locked the door and then locked the bathroom door on his fathers’ side.  “Didn’t you get your fathers and grandfather mixed up back there?” Alan wanted to know. Matty explained that the lawyer said it would be easier for a widower with other children to adopt, than two young gay men, so the adoption papers indicated that his grandfather was the adopting parent.

“Smart lawyer,” was Alan’s response.  “Now let’s play.”

The two boys got naked and began a hot game of sixty-nine.  After a while, Matty got the tube of lube that Stan had seen in the bathroom and they fucked each other.  When it was all over, Alan leaned over and kissed Matty in a very adult fashion, tongue and all, and said, “I am so glad I met you and you are in my life.  I’m pretty sure I love you.” 

“Likewise,” Matty smiled and kissed Alan back. “I just wish you weren’t circumcised.” 

“It’s pretty hard not to be when you’re Jewish,” Alan answered, and they both laughed.  Of course, they couldn’t conceive of it at that moment in time but these two boys were eventually going to spend their lives together.  How lucky they were not to be fated to waste endless days in  a futile search for love.

When their games were over, Alan left.  He had to get home for dinner and to really do his homework.

Stan only visited the Caldwells one more time.  He dropped in at dinner time in order to meet Clay and the rest of his family.  They were all at the dinner table including Mindy, and they insisted he join them.  He tried to resist, but one look at David and Jonathan, who were his contemporaries, and he was hooked.  Not to say that Clay and Steve weren’t hot too.  Boy this was some handsome family, he thought, and he wished he could spend a night with any one of them.  As for all of them, except Mindy, they were catching his vibes.

Stan did not act like an investigator at all.  He easily joined in on the family conversation.  He most wanted to know how Steve could be Clay’s uncle.  Clay explained that his grandfather had married a much younger woman after his grandmother died and Steve was the result of that union.  And that was how they came to be the same age.  He told Stan how they grew up together in this house after Clay’s parents were killed in a plane crash.

He also wanted to know from the twins how long you had to know them before you could tell them apart.  Jon decided to whet Stan’s appetite because he was sure he was gay.

“Not long,” he answered, “if you see us naked.  David has a tiny birthmark on his right tush cheek.  I was born free of all blemishes,” he laughed.

Stan wanted to say that he’d like to see the birthmark one day but decided to keep his mouth shut.  He stayed around for some time after dinner.  Even Mindy left before he did.  When he finally figured he had overstayed his visit, he shook Clay’s hand, and told him that as far as he was concerned, Matty could not be raised in a better home.  Matty surprised him by running over and giving him a hug.  Stan shook hands with Steve and the twins and took his leave.

Two days before Christmas, Judge Rogers called Clay and told him to come down to his office to sign the final adoption papers.  He said he had pushed the adoption process through all the red tape as a Christmas present from him.  The whole family went to the Judge’s office and made a little ceremony out of it.  David took a slew of pictures. 

When the judge first called, David phoned Mindy and told her not to prepare dinner, but as soon as Matty came home they should hop a cab to his office.  They were all going out to celebrate Matty’s adoption.  If Alan came home with Matty would she please call his parents and ask if he could join in the celebration too.  David suspected that the two boys were making it together and he didn’t want to leave Alan out.

When they got back to their own office, Mindy and the two boys were waiting for them.  Amy told them that she had made dinner reservations at The Tavern on the Green, herself included, and David had better take plenty of pictures, and a valid credit card.

They went to the restaurant in two cabs.  Their celebration was so infectious that there was an air of jubilation throughout the entire restaurant.  The service was especially good, and Clay and Steve ordered for everybody.  They ordered way too much food and Mindy insisted on doggie bags, which the Caldwells would never have done.

All through the festivities, Matty cried silently and Alan kept putting his arm around his friend’s shoulder to comfort him even though he knew the tears were tears of joy.

Right after Christmas, Clay and Steve visited Joe Gould’s office to change their wills.  They had each left  a good amount of their estates to charity but the vast majority went equally to David and Jonathan.  In the eyes of the law, Matthew was Clay’s son so he split the estate three ways but he left Matty’s share in a trust. He made the twins co-trustees until Matty reached his twenty-fifth birthday.  He knew that eventually Matthew would be the recipient of all four of their estates.  He would someday be a very wealthy man.  He just prayed he would prove worthy and he was sure he would.  Matty had already brought in a major client to the firm.

Matty had urged Alan’s father, Michael, to consider allowing Caldwell Investments to manage his assets.  Michael Buckman was doing it himself, and he really didn’t have the time to keep after his holdings.  Michael was one of the largest and most successful commercial real estate brokers in New York.  Both Matty and Alan lusted after Michael.  They were both sure that his strikingly handsome face and athletic body helped him make sales.  Matty finally made Michael realize that he was missing out on the right times to buy and sell because he did not have the time to watch the market.  Michael was nudged so much by Matty, that he called Caldwell Investments at last.

“I’d like to speak to Mr. Caldwell,” he told the receptionist.

“Which Mr. Caldwell,” she needed to know.

Michael was at a loss.  “Matthew’s father, I guess.”  Rather than cause more complications she put him through to David.  David made an appointment with Michael for the following morning at 9 AM. 

Michael was impressed with the entire operation, and when David introduced him to Jonathan, he was totally confused.  David explained that he and his twin brother had adopted Matthew, whom they had rescued from the streets.  That, at least, explained to Michael why they were really too young to be Matty’s biological father(s).

David and Jon introduced Michael to Clay and Steve and some of the staff who managed some very huge estates.  After discussing the philosophy of the firm, David asked Michael a series of questions designed to learn what his investment goals were.  Long before the interview was over, Michael had determined that he had enough confidence in these guys to give them his assets to manage.  If only they could have seen the future and known that their sons would soon be united for life.  It was lunch time by the time Michael signed a series of contracts and documents, so the twins and Michael all went to lunch together.

At lunch Michael said, “I notice that you guys are really cramped for space.  Have you ever considered owning your own building?  If there is excess space for your needs, you could rent the additional space out.  If not buying, would you consider renting a larger facility?”

Actually, they hadn’t thought of buying a building, but suddenly the idea sounded really good.  “Tell you what,” Jon said, “we hadn’t thought about a purchase, but maybe it’s our next logical step.  Would you look into it for us?”  They spent the rest of the luncheon meeting figuring out how much space they would need and added more footage for future growth so that Michael would have some idea what to search for.   Before they knew it, the twins were calling Michael, Mike, and he was calling Jonathan, Jon.  David was always David, never Dave.

When they stood to leave, Michael said, “Gentlemen, I think this is the beginning of a great friendship.”  Those words were an understatement.  They would become more like family.

To be continued...