Date: Mon, 22 Oct 2018 20:23:18 -0500 From: Proxy Story Subject: Boys to Men - Chapter 1 Boys to Men - Chapter 1 By: Proxy Story Gay/Adult/Youth M/b This story is fiction, written by an author over the age of 18. All names, places, descriptions, and events are purely fictional and any relation to any real person is purely coincidental. This work contains intimate acts between adult males and youths if that scenario offends you, please discontinue reading any further. Nifty is a wonderful resource and needs to be funded to continue. If you enjoyed the story, or any other stories, please donate to nifty so that we can all enjoy more stories in the future.... http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html -The Clan and How I Joined- M/b, beginings, oral I hit on hard times when I turned 32. After College I enthustically joined a start up bussiness and gave it my all along with the other co-founders; however, in the end it flopped and I was left penniless and jobless. Unlike the others, I didn't have rich parents to bail me out so here I was homeless and looking to start over again. My experience and skills counted for something and I soon landed a job managing a small clothing store. The pay sucked, but better than nothing. All this being said, I couldn't really afford a nice apartment and I was reluctant to sell my Mustang as it was the only thing to put a smile on my face. I scanned the room for rent adds and found a few that seemed nice, but upon inspection turned out to be moldy basements. On my last hope for the day, I found myslef at a nice looking suburban home that advertised a semi-private room with its own half bath and acess to a large full bathroom and kitchen. The "semi-private" and "acess" scared me, but the the part of the add that intrigued me was the mention of, "Looking for a younger single man who is willing to help a single mother watch/care for younger growing boys." As a boy lover, that line in the add almost jumped off the page. Had it not been for the normal trepidation any boy lover feels about walking into a trap, I would have responded to that add straight away. As I approached the door, I could already hear some boys laughing and doing boy things inside. I checked my groin begging it to behave and rang the bell. First to the door was a lovely little scamp who I figured to be about nine years old. He was clearly of mixed race as he had a lovely shade of moca-choco-late which was on full display as he was shirtless. With a sly smile he asked, "Ummm...can I help you?" He cocked his head and put his hand on his hip in a sexy kind of way. "Yes, I'm here about the room for rent." The little imp smiled as he checked me out and then said, "Cool, come on in big moma is in the kitchen." The little guy grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him till we reached a large kitchen fit for an army. "Big Moma, this guy says he is here about the room." A lady, befitting the name, turned and looked me up a down and smiled. "Well, hello I'm Ritta, but as you heard they call me Big Moma, which I guess you can tell why. I see you met little Anthony the smallest of the clan. And before you ask, no he ain't mine...well that is he didn't come from me anyway. I have four to five foster boys here at all times and sometimes up to seven. If you can't deal with that then there is no reason to go further with this process." I smiled down at Anthony and then back at Ritta, "Well, I don't think that will be a problem for me as I'm barely anymore than a boy myself." Ritta smiled and then after looking me up and down again added, "No, you look all man to me, what do you think Anthony?" Anthony laughed and then grabbed my arm giving it a squeeze then punched my abbs a little, then I saw him eye the bulge in my jeans. He turned and said, "I think he may be man enough, but we'll have to see if he can whoop Chris or not." After he said that, he padded off bare feet slapping the tile. Ritta began again, "Okay, first hurdle over. Come see the room." She led me to a room adjacent to the kitchen. It had a sliding door between them and was actually quite large. I would guess it was originally the living room. She let me look around and then opened a door that was once a closet showing me the bathroom. It was actually a full bath, shower and all, but it was one of those that it is completely tiled from floor to celling and the toilet and sink are actually in the shower as well. "I see you are wondering why I advertised it as a half-bath not full. Well, I didn't feel comfortable calling at full bath, I mean I can't even fit in the thing, but you might be able to make it work. Anyway, there is a large bathroom upstairs that has a shower with three heads and room enough for at least three boys to wash at the same time." I nodded and commented that it would be fine. Ritta had be me sit on the couch and she continued to size me up then began, "So, as the ad said I am looking for some help with the boys and to be honest the extra rent will help all of us. The rent includes your part of the utilities and you can eat breakfast and dinner with us if you are so inclined. As I am sure you can imagine five boys are a handful, but I live than all and honestly they really are good, but...a male figure around would be good for them." She paused and gave me a funny look, and then added, "Besides I don't think Anthony is going to let you say no, but I'll give you the chance." I made it seem like I was mulling it over, but I made my decision as soon as I pushed the doorbell. "Well, Ritta or Big Moma when should I bring my stuff over?" We agreed I would move in the next day and signed some formal paperwork and I was heading out the door when both if us paused and looked at each other and said at the same time, "It's quite...too quiet." It was then I heard my Mustang roar to life outside. I ran out the door to find four boys oggling over my ride as an older boy was revving the engine with a huge smile. Ritta saw my disbelief as I patted my pockets for my keys and tried to figure out how they got from there to the ignition. She looked right at Anthony with a scowel and yelled his name. He smirked and then ran to other side of the car avoiding her attempt to grab him. I walked to the driver side and bent down and asked the boy in the driver's seat, "You think you could handle this?" He smiled at me and replied, "Hell, yeah, but I ain't real good with a stick." I reached over and switched her off and then grabbed Anthony before he knew what hit him and had him in a mock head lock as I knuckled his head. "You little thief, I'm going to have to teach you a lesson!" One of the others yelled out, "Oh, I'm sure he will like that alright." Ritta took charge, "Alright boys, back in the house dinner is almost ready and let's hope you didn't scare Mr. Michael away.". I stopped them all, "Wait, I want to meet you guys first. Line up oldest to youngest over here against the curb." The boys did as they were told and line up. I approached the first boy who was the one previously revving my car. I held out my hand and he introduced himself as Chris and said he just turned 16 three days ago. Next to him was Issac, who said he was fourteen, but looked younger; clearly a late bloomer. Next was Roger, who said he was ten almost eleven and then on to Anthony who was nine. "And I am Michael. Some of my friends call me Mike some don't. Choose for yourself. I hope we can all get along and have fun at the same time." All four boys agreed or at least put on their best face. "Well, guys I will see you tomorrow and Chris if Ms. Ritta approves I'll take you for a driving lesson." As I pulled off I let the tires slip a little for affect and little out of "man pride." After I returned to my weekly rental/slum hotel room I kept thinking about the looks Anthony was giving me and also the comment by Aaron that he would "enjoy" me teaching him a lesson. I shrugged it off and did my best to not jerk off thinking about the five boys I was about to be living with, but that was impossible. The next day I moved my modest amount of junk out of the storage room and into my new house. The boys were all at school, so I was able to look around the rest of the house without being pestered. Ritta had a room downstairs and next to mine along with her own private bathroom. Upstairs there was three bedrooms and as she said a rather large bathroom. Chris being the oldest had his own room right now, but Ritta stated that if another boy needed a place to stay for a while he willing gave up his privacy. Issac also had his own room right now, Ritta telling me that a boy name James was with them for two years till a month ago when he got in trouble and was sent to Youth Services, but she was working to get him back soon. Next Roger and Anthony shared a room. She off handedly commented though that the boys swap around and she finds them in each others beds regularly. I nodded and added, "Boys will be boys." Ritta told me she designed the house for exactly what she was using it for. All except my room which was once the living/ game area, but as Federal aide got less and less and the boys more expensive she knew she had to make a compromise and the older she got she knew she needed help. When she renovated my room she also finished off the attic giving the boys a common game and play room that was also used as the homework area. I had just finished getting my stuff set up to my liking when Chris came in. He quickly put his stuff down and joined me in my room. He picked up a few trinkets and trophies and made idle chit chat. I knew what he wanted and I was drawing him out. Finally he could take it no more and he reverted to little boy excitement. "Sooo...ummmm... did you really mean what you said yesterday? You know about taking me for a driving lesson?" I nodded and told him he had to finish his homework first. "I already did it. I have shop the last class of the day so I did my homework instead of goofing off building stupid stuff." I gave him a quizical look and he quickly responded, "No, I promise it is all done." I grabbed the keys and put my hand on his shoulder ushering him out front. "Alright, I am going to drive us over to an old abandoned parking lot I know of it is just a few miles away." As we drove I learned that Chris had been with Ritta since he was 9 years old when his mother went to prison for killing his father. He then went on to tell me that Anthony had been with them since three, because his mother also went to prison for drugs or something. Issac had only been with them for several years and Roger only for the past nine months. Overall Chris didn't seemed depressed about his situation at all, it was clear that Ritta had been taking care of them and showing them plenty of love. At the lot I did a couple of doughnuts to show off and then began our lesson. Chris did well only stalling out a few times and running over one curb while backing up. We made it back to the house in time for dinner and after that I helped Roger with some of his math homework and Issac with some computer stuff. All the boys seemed to be impressed with my various knowledge and by bed time I was already feeling like part of the clan. After bed time Ritta and I stayed up a little longer chatting about this and that and again she hinted at various "boy" activities, but did so in such a way I could tell she was very progressive and had not intention of hindering that part of their life. At one point I swear she was infering that I might be able to "help" them. I woke sometime in the middle of the night to the bed creaking and realizing someone was crawling in with me. I felt a hand then a body drape itself across my chest, from the size it had to be Anthony or Roger. I didn't say anything, but moved my arm to hug the body into mine and we both drifted back into sleep. I woke the next morning to the smell and sounds of breakfast being cooked, but I also felt someone give my hard cock a good feel. I laid still for a few more minutes before deciding, good for goose good for the gander and let my hand roam down to the explorers ass. That got a slight tensing and then a moan. I was sure I had Anthony in the bed with me. His firm little ass was hot and well...firm. I continued to caress his ass through his shorts as He continued to slowly wank me with his hand down my shorts till I stopped him and rolled over smiling at his little face, "Well, it's one thing to get lonely at night and another to go exploring without permission. Where you trying to find my keys to steal again." Anthony giggled and then whispered, " I was just curious. Chris don't let me play with his anymore and Roger was already in Issac's bed so...." Just then Ritta slid the door open and commented, "There you are, you little scamp, I told you to leave him alone. Now get up and come eat your breakfast or go see if the shower is open the bus will be here in 45 minutes. Anthony grumbled something under his breath and then ducked back under the covers. Ritta looked at me and smiled, "Okay man of the house, your turn to get him marching.". I got out of the bed and picked him up and flung him over my shoulder. I walked to the door and said to Ritta, "Your right this one needs a bath, maybe he can just shower with me if you think that is okay." Ritta shrugged her shoulders and said, "I don't care, I try to get them to share all the time, saves water that way." I pulled the door back closed and carried my package into my tiny bathroom. Had he been much bigger there would be no way we would both fit. I reached to turn the water on and as I was adjusting it I felt Anthony pull my shorts down and heard him giggle at the same time. "Wow, you got more hair than Chris.". I turned and since he was already naked I picked him up put him under the shower before I got behind him. He was already sporting a hard two inch Spike and honestly I was mostly chubbed too. I tried to stick to washing him, but his skin was so smooth and shiny and his little coos and grunts were so damn sexy I was loosing it. Finally he grabbed my hand and forced it onto his cocklet and began humping into it till I started wanking him. Anthony then turned and looked up at me and said, "Chris won't do it for me anymore, because he says its gay and Issac only likes to get sucked and fuck he won't do it for anyone else though. Can you ummmmm you know make me shiver before school...please?" He had the biggest pouty eyes how could I resist his obvious need. I lifted him up till he was standing on the toilet seat and I kneeled down and took him all the way in little nuts and all. His sack was so tight I could barely feel the little marbles moving around. I sucked him quickly and with a lot of suction. For his part he grabbed my head and began humping while hissing till all the sudden he grabbed my hair and then held his pubis against my lips and nose shaking like he was epeleptic. When his calves and toes stopped flexing he started to fall till I caught him and pulled him onto my lap marveling at the complete contemptment on his face. He smiled up at me, "Wow, thank you I needed that." He then reached down and felt my hard cock poking him in the back, "You think we have time to make you...you know shoot your stuff too?" "I'm already close little guy if you keep pulling on it I am sure it won't take long." Anthony grinned at me and then without hesitation got off my lap and in one motion had half my cock in his mouth and down his throat. Definetly been practicing on the older boys. He throated me several times then came up and said, "I can't quite get the big ones all the way down, but...ummm can you warn me before you shoot your stuff so I don't choke okay?" I nodded and he went back down. I have had my share of blow jobs, but watching his lips part obscenly and feeling his tight little throat wrapped around my cock I only lasted a few more strokes before I was warning him and he pulled back up till he was just suckling the head and when I began cumming he sucked it out like a straw. Once I finished he spit it out, but licked his lips at the same time. "You shoot a lot Mr. Michael. Must have been a long time since you last did it." I smiled at him and then whipped his face, turned off the water and got us dried off. Just before he left my room he dropped his towel and looked back at me, shook his cute little ass and then blew me a kiss. As I entered the Kitchen and began pouring some coffee I heard Roger and Issac giggling and then Rita poked me in the back and whispered, "Boy will be boys huh, apparently that never changes." Chris-16 Issac - 14 Roger - 10 Anthony - 9