Date: Sun, 19 Sep 1999 21:52:57 GMT From: Joe Camp Subject: Boys From The Project Boys From The Project Codes: M/T (anal, oral) By: Joe Camp idc90@hotmail.com Warning: The following story is a work of fiction. It is a fantasy. It never happened, except in the author's imagination. This story contains sex between a man and teen boys. The author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and children. If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, you already know what your supposed to do. If this kind of story turns you off, find something else. Fiction and Real Life: This story is all fiction. The characters in this story engage in unprotected sex. That's not real life if you want to live to old age. The characters are a product of my imagination, and can't catch anything unless I want them to. Any resemblance of characters to an actual person is purely coincidental. The author retains the copyright of this story. Placing this story on a web site without the authors permission is a violation of that copyright. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Boys From The Project It had been going on so long, I don't even remember when or how it all really began. It was shortly after I bought this house across the street from the low income housing project. My name is Jason, and I need to talk about Brandon. Yeah, it was shortly after I bought this house that the boys from the project started showing up at my door wanting blow-jobs. They knew I was gay, and I didn't look at it as having sex. I was just doing what I could to help them out. Most were from families without a man in the house, and they were straight. It was a racially mixed neighborhood. We had whites, blacks, mexicans, asians; you name it. William was a 17 year-old from the project that mowed my grass for me. He didn't charge much, because I don't have a very big yard, but it was a way for him to make a little pocket money. I would usually be doing something outside when he would come over, and we would visit as we worked. Yeah, William was a good kid, and I liked him. He had been helping me with the yard a few months when he came over one day looking as if something was bothering him. I finally asked him to spit it out and he asked, "You ain't one of them fags are you? My friend Guy said he saw you going into that fag bar, but I told him it wasn't you, cause I would know if your were a fag. I don't like fags, but I like you, so you ain't no fag. Are you? No! Course not! You ain't no limp wrist fag. Forget it. I knew you weren't no fag." "I would rather be called gay instead of a fag," I told him. William's mouth dropped as he just gaped at me. "You really one of them? You really a fairy? Uh ..... gay?" "Yeah William, I'm gay, or a fag, or a fairy, ... whatever." "I could never do that with a guy!" William stated. I let the subject drop, but every time William would come over, he had some little question or statement to make. Things like, "Who gives a better blow job? A guy or a girl. Or, what's it like to give a guy a blow job?" I answered the one about who gives better head by just asking him, "Which one knows what a good blow job feels like?" It was a month or so later when William knocked on my door. He stood there blushing and inspecting his shoes as he mumbled, "I ain't no fag, but I ain't never had me no blow job. Would you give me one?" His face was beet red by the time he finished asking. I couldn't help tormenting him just a little before answering yes. I made him say please. We went to my bedroom, and I had to tell William to drop his pants and underwear. He was so tense and nervous that I was sure he would shoot fast. I sat him on the edge of the bed, and he held the tail of his shirt up with one hand. His pants and briefs were around his ankles, and the grin on his face said he was all ready to get his first blow job. I just dropped to my knees in front of him as I slurped his 6 inch cut dick into my mouth. William let out a surprised "Ah!" as he sucked in his breath. I ran my tongue around the glans, and took him all the way down to his pubs. His nuts were already tight against him, so I knew he wouldn't last. Only two or three gentle sucks, and he was shooting his boy cum down my throat, as he groaned. I came off his dick, and his pants were pulled up and zipped before I hardly stood up. I don't think we were in the bedroom 5 minutes total. As we were walking back to the livingroom, William said thank you but kept saying, "You know I ain't no fag." I told him I knew he was straight, and that it didn't mean anything except he got off. Yeah, it didn't mean anything. Oh, I enjoyed being able to give him the pleasure of his first blow job, but it didn't mean anything more to me. It had all been so fast I hadn't even had time to get a hard-on. William showed up the next afternoon with his younger brother who was 16. They asked politely, so yeah, I gave him one too. Things just seemed to go from there. As there were only ten apartments in the complex, there weren't too many boys at any one time. They just wanted a quicky blow-job, before running off to play with their friends. I never got off with any of them. A few asked to fuck me, but I never let that happen. I had plenty of older friends for that, and they were straight boys just playing around. It wasn't long before I had to start making some rules. No one under 13, as that is the age of consent in my state. No one that was under the influence of drugs or booze. The boy had to be able to shoot. The boy had to be clean. I can't tell you how many boys had to take a bath in my tub before they got what they wanted. Young teen boys aren't always any too clean. No visitors unless the blinds in the front bedroom were open. I had to add a rule that the boy had to live in the project, or I would have been swamped with every teen in town when a few of the boys wanted to bring some of their friends over. It got to being a rite of passage for the boys of the project. The older boys would bring their younger brothers over when they were ready. I never really started feeling old until I had to make an exception to the last rule. There was a knock on my front door, and I went to answer it, expecting it to be one of the boys from across the street. There was a good looking black man standing there with a boy of about 14. Well, I knew they weren't from the project, but I wouldn't have minded spending the night with the man. He stuck out his hand and asked, "Remember me Jason? I'm Jabo." It took me a minute to place him. I had to go back 16 years or more. Then I saw the kid he used to be standing at my door asking for his first blow job. Yeah, I remembered Jabo. He always seemed to be a good kid. He got his nick name by always acting like he was going to punch someone in the gut. He always pulled the punch, and I never saw him actually hit anyone. I invited them in, and we took seats in the livingroom before Jabo introduced me to the boy. "This is my son Lou. He's ready for his first blow-job, and we wanted to continue the tradition. Would you give him his first one too, please?" Yeah, I guess I had become a tradition in his family. I had given Jabo his first blow-job, and then each of his 3 brothers in their turns. His youngest brother had missed out. He was still only 10 when they moved. One look at the kid and anyone would have said yes. His eyes sparkled with anticipation. He was dressed up, and looked like he was going out on a date. His hair was a little higher then I like, but neat in a block cut. Not as high as that black actor Hall had a few years back, but almost. I guess Lou thought it made him look taller. He had inherited his dad's beautiful bubble butt, and his coffee coloring. Lou was one good looking kid. I had Jabo get us some drinks from the frig, as I talked to Lou and made sure he really wanted this to happen. Lou only got a sip or two of his Pepsi before I told him to go close the blinds in the front bedroom. He was off the couch like a shot. I don't think it took him 15 seconds before he was once again standing in the livingroom. Jabo and I had to grin at each other, and had a hard time not laughing. Yeah, the kid wanted a blow-job. We left Jabo in the livingroom sipping his soda, as we went to my bedroom. I had hardly gotten into the room before Lou's pants were around his ankles. He was uncut, and had about four inches of hard dick sticking up over two plump nuts. Lou wasn't at all bad for 14. Well, I have had some experiences with uncut boys. They don't always clean themselves good. I guess even in his excitement Lou could tell I was going to make sure he was clean. "I'm clean." he stated. "Dad made me take a bath and checked me before we came." I sat him on the edge of the bed, and when I got my nose close to his pubic area, he did smell fresh and clean. There were only a few short curly black pubic hairs. Well, I have taken care of enough boys to know Lou wasn't interested in any foreplay. He wanted his dick sucked! I slurped his shaft into my mouth, working my tongue under the foreskin. Oh, Lou liked that! I bobbed up and down his shaft, before working the foreskin off his glans. I ran my tongue around the sensitive head a few times before going back down to his pubs. His dick was the right size to do anything I wanted without taking any of it out of my mouth. I had been playing maybe five minutes when Lou started humping fast into my mouth. He warned me he was about to shoot, so I just went faster. "HAAAAAAAAAAAAA" Lou loudly moaned as his spunk was shot into my mouth. He shot three or four little gobs of thin boy juice before relaxing. I know boys can be very sensitive after shooting when they first start cuming. I just held his dick in my mouth without stimulating it as he went soft. Lou was just like his dad had been at that age. He only needed a few moments to recover, and he was ready to leave. He had gotten off. His pants were quickly pulled back up, and we headed for the livingroom. Lou was strutting as we entered, and Jabo stood up beaming with pride. He thanked me and told Lou to tell me thank you. I told them they were welcome, and they were out the door. I don't think they were there more then 20 minutes. A year or so later, one of Lou's cousins told me Lou had gotten a girl pregnant, and had a baby boy. I expect there will be a knock on the door in a few more years, and there Lou will be standing with a boy. Yeah, I know what it sounds like. They were all just using me. I have known that for years. So why did I do it? I don't really know. Until I started getting older, I never had any trouble finding sex partners. I wasn't bad looking even if I do say so myself. I worked in construction, and was in pretty good shape. I had a great tan from working outdoors without a shirt. Until I dropped my pants and the tan ended at my belt line. I guess I was too white where the sun never shone, but I never had any complaints. No, until I hit my late 40's, I had no trouble picking up guys. Even when I would just jack off, I never thought about kids. So why did I suck off any kid that asked? Maybe it was the unfulfilled mothering instinct in me. There wasn't much I could do for all those boys, but I could give them a blow-job. Maybe it made their lives a little better. Then Brandon moved into the project. Then came Brandon! One day I noticed three boys standing over at the project watching my house. Two of the boys were regular visitors, but the third I didn't know. He was about 15, with fiery red hair. I didn't see the dusting of freckles on his nose until I met him later. He reminded me of a younger version of a picture I had once seen of a Norse god. The only way I could describe him was Beautiful! A build like a baseball player, and his fine rounded bubble butt filled the seat of his jeans. That was one kid I hoped would come over. I went to the front bedroom and opened the blinds. All I could do was wait, as the two boys seemed to be encouraging the third to come over. I watched from the bedroom as he started across the street. I waited a moment after hearing him knock on the door, before leaving the bedroom to answer it. Usually, I make the boys politely ask for a blow-job before letting them in the house. This one, I wanted to drag inside. He knew the routine, and we played the game with him asking very nicely if I would please give him a blow-job. I invited him in, and like with all the new boys we sat in the livingroom as we visited a little and I got to know a little about him, as the kid got over his nervousness. Brandon's was the same old story. Single mom that didn't know how to do any better, so she often drowned her troubles with booze. A dad he saw two or three times a year for a few hours. Just a typical project kid. When I asked if he was sexually experienced, he admitted he was. I invited Brandon to go to my bedroom, and he didn't seem to be in the rush most boys are, but he quickly accepted. I didn't really know what to think of this boy. He wasn't acting like the boys that run in and out, but more like an experienced man that knew what he wanted, and takes the time to enjoy it. I was even more sure of it when we got to the bedroom and Brandon started undressing. He was putting on a show as he slowly and sensuously removed his shoes. He was all but dancing as he gave a strip tease show as his shirt and pants came off. I was all but panting and hard as steel, as his hot blue boxers were slowly pulled down. His five and a half inch cut cock was so inviting as it poked upward towards his tummy. His nuts were plump and a little big for the size of his dick. I was ready to consume that juicy looking cock that had a sprinkle of freckles on it. I had never seen freckles on a dick and nut sac before. He reached for my belt, but I told him I just got them off, without getting undressed myself. I moved Brandon towards the bed and he lay in the center. I started for his cock, but he let me know he wasn't ready yet. Here was a boy that wanted foreplay. I decided to treat Brandon as if he was a gay man I had invited home. I started at his neck as I kissed each tender spot. Brandon was soon moaning his appreciation. I went down his strong chest with kisses until I reached his nipple, and slurped it into my mouth. I gently teased it with my tongue and teeth until it was firm and his brown ring was sensitive and wrinkled. Brandon was groaning and had his hands on the back of my head, gently pushing my mouth against his titty. I could tell when his nipple became too sensitive and painful. I quickly moved to the other side. As soon as that side was as rigid as the other, I moved on down. I laid kisses all over his tummy that was showing a hint of a developing six pack. I followed the trail of red hair that headed for his pubic area. I switched around to where I could get between those strong looking legs of his. My tongue lapped at the sensitive area on the inside of his thigh, almost getting as far as his nuts, but not touching them. He was breathing heavy and groaning when at last I let my tongue touch his nuts for the first time. He let out a low, satisfied, "Ahhh." I sucked one of his eggs into my mouth, and Brandon took a sharp intake of breath. Yeah, he liked it. I only spent a few minutes there, as his nuts were already drawing up close to his body. My tongue tasted his firm cock, as I licked my way to the dark purple glans. Brandon was twitching under me as he moaned and begged for more. I licked around that head that looked like it might burst it was so full. I touched my tongue to the tender sensitive area under the ridge. Brandon placed his hands on the back of my head and pushed down as he strained his pelvis upward trying to get his dick into my mouth. I let him do want he wanted, and his dick-head hit the back of my throat. He wasn't so big he went far down my throat, but he was a good mouth full. Brandon started bucking into my mouth as I gently sucked. Yeah, I could tell this wasn't his first time. He knew what he liked. It didn't take too long as Brandon would tell me to suck harder or softer as he humped away, encouraging me with, "Oh yeah!" Brandon tensed and screamed as he shoved hard into my mouth. He creamy cum was hitting the back of my throat with a lot of force, and sliding right on down my throat. He gave a sigh of relief as he relaxed. I could tell he wanted it, so I kept giving him gentle sucks as he softened. By the time I let it slip from my mouth, his dick was only about an inch and a half long. I didn't care about the size. Brandon knew how to enjoy a blow-job more then any boy I had ever seen. I was about to get up, but I could tell Brandon wasn't in any hurry to get dressed and leave. He pulled me up to where I lay beside him, and he kissed my cheek telling me thanks. We lay together for a few minutes before Brandon got up and started getting dressed. I walked him to the door and he told me thank you once again before leaving. I was working outside a few days later, raking up the grass the grass catcher had missed after mowing the lawn. I saw Brandon walking with some boys. He said something to them, and they walked off as he started across the street towards me. "Hi," Brandon said. "Hi," I answered him back as I quickly checked to make sure the blind was closed as I kept raking. I was putting the grass I had raked into a trash bag when Brandon rushed over to hold it open. I was stuffing the bag when Brandon asked, "Why do you do it?" "Do what?" I asked. "You know, why do you blow all the guys? Don't you know they laugh at you behind your back?" "Don't you think that is a pretty personal question?" I snapped. "Besides, I don't blow all the guys. Just the ones from the project," I retorted. Brandon's beautiful face dissolved into tears as he stood there silently crying. I couldn't help putting my arm around his shoulders as I led him into the house. "Brandon, I'm sorry. What is wrong?" I gently asked. He just shook his head no as the tears ran down his face. "Brandon, I'm sorry I snapped at you. But that isn't the kind of question you just walk up and ask someone you have only seen once. Please tell me what is bothering you." "I don't want to be like that when I get old. I don't want people treating me like that and laughing a me, just because I'm old and gay! I can't help that I'm gay! I can't!" I put my arm around his shoulders and hugged him as I tried to sooth his worries. "Brandon, just because your gay doesn't mean you will be like me. I know the kids all laugh about that old fag across the street. It started when I let a 17 year-old talk me into giving him a blow-job. He wanted it so bad, and I didn't mind doing it for him. It didn't mean anything to me, but it meant the world to him. The next day, he brought his younger brother over. Then it just seemed to go from there. It wasn't long before it just became a habit. But that doesn't mean you will be like me. In fact, I'm sure you won't. Are you sure you are gay?" "Oh, yeah." Brandon stated. "Girls don't do a thing for me. I had a friend before we moved here. Now I can't help looking at every guy, wonder if he might be gay too. It's so scary and lonely, being the only gay kid in school." I had to chuckle a little as I told Brandon, "I'm sure you are not the only gay in your school. You just have to find the others." Brandon started spending a lot of time at my house after that. The blinds in the front bedroom were open less and less since it bothered Brandon. I didn't mind, as we had great sex together. It didn't take him long to convince me he wanted us to have sex together, not just me getting him off. Brandon is a great lover. We would mostly 69, but never anything except oral. Brandon wanted us to fuck, but I just didn't feel right doing that with him. He was too young for that I felt. Brandon came bounding into the house one afternoon full of excited news. He had met two more gay boys at school. I didn't see him for a few days afterwards, and assumed he was spending time with his new friends. In just a few weeks, he was spending almost as much time with me as he had been before. I asked him if everything was going alright with his new friends, and he assured me it was, before telling me, "They're rich kids. Except for sex we don't have anything in common. They don't know what it is like not to have the money to go to the movies every few days, or go drop $10 at the arcade every afternoon. They don't understand not everyone has the money to go to McDonald's after school every day. They aren't real friends." That afternoon, I let Brandon fuck me for the first time. He was gentle as he prepared my ass to receive his dick. He easily slipped in, and it felt very nice. I hadn't been fucked in a loooong time. Like I said, Brandon is a wonderful lover. He made sure he hit my prostate every pass of his dick, and it felt wonderful. He wasn't in any hurry. He took long slow strokes, well, as long as 5.5 inches can. He was just starting to breathe hard when he whispered in my ear, "I love you Jason." It was the first time either of us had used that word. Brandon sped up, and was humping hard and fast when he tensed shoving his cock as deep into me as he could. He screamed something I couldn't make out before I heard, "Oh God, I love you." He was firing his cum deep into me as he strained against his orgasm. Once Brandon withdrew we lay side by side as I admitted that I loved him too. We sealed our confessions with a deep french kiss that seemed to go on and on. I realized I wasn't the first for Brandon any more than he had been the first for me, as I got him ready to be fucked. He was really getting into it as I stretched his muscle to accept my 6 inches. I'm not too thick, so we didn't expect any problem with him taking me. Where I had been on my stomach, Brandon wanted to be on his back as I took him. After we were both slicked up, Brandon lifted his legs to his chest and I slowly started in. Man, was he good. He was tight around my cock, and his tunnel was silky and hot. I don't know how long we lasted. Brandon would moan every time I passed his prostate, and he was jacking himself off. I tried to hold back but I just couldn't. I had to shove into him as the cum was torn from my nuts. Over and over I shot into Brandon with my telling him I loved him with each shot, as he moaned and pumped his cum out onto his chest. It was the hardest cum I had ever had. We lay beside each other as we muttered over and over our love for the other. It was about 5 months after Brandon's 16th birthday, and we were just sitting in the livingroom watching TV early one evening when there was a knock at the door. I answered, and was about to tell the boy from the project that I didn't give blow-jobs anymore, when he interrupted me saying there was some cops looking for Brandon. Something about his mom. We hurried over to his apartment, and there were two cops waiting at the door. Brandon told them who he was, and the cop looked very uncomfortable as he asked if we could go inside the apartment. Brandon unlocked the door and they asked him to sit down before they told him his mom had gotten drunk and wrapped her car around a telephone pole. She was dead. We thought for a moment that Brandon would faint. They asked if Brandon had anyplace to stay or if he needed them to take him to the youth shelter. I told them he could stay with me until his dad arrived. I gave them my name and address, and they left. Brandon cried a long time, mourning for not only his mother, but I found out a little later, for himself too. He didn't know what would happen to him. The only family he had was his mother, his father who he felt wouldn't go to court to get custody of him, and a grandmother that was too old and sick to have him around. That left a foster home. I felt a little hurt as I reminded him there was me. "They won't let me live with you. You're not family. They would rather put me in a foster home." he bitterly stated. In the days that followed, Brandon and I started cleaning out the apartment. Just as Brandon had thought, his dad didn't want him living with him. I was reading his parent's divorce papers when I found the solution. It was right there in black and white, and so simple. His parents had joint custody! I picked up the phone and it didn't take long to convince his dad. Especially as soon as I told him he wouldn't be making anymore child support payments. His dad gave me guardianship of Brandon. His dad was standing beside Brandon as we said our goodbyes to his mother at the grave site. His dad headed back home right after the service. That night as we moved Brandon's things into our bedroom, it felt like our wedding night. That was eight years ago. Brandon went on to become a Computer Systems Administrator after college. That sounds like him coming in now. I know my man. He is going to want some TLC to unwind from the day. 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