Date: Sat, 25 Jan 2020 18:52:51 +0000 From: Qwik Loob Subject: Bringing Home A Boy - part 4 Disclaimer: Unless you are brand new to Nifty you know how this works. This is a work of fiction portraying consensual sex between a man and a boy. No real or fictional characters were harmed during the writing of this story. Do not read this if you are philosophically blind. If you are legally blind be sure to turn up the volume on your reader (thanks Fred!). If you are in a country or jurisdiction where it is illegal to read such material do not tell anyone what you are doing. We know you are doing the same things we do. We won't tell either. If you are a minor, pretend you are in the same situation as the folks above and follow that advice. If this material offends you face the fact that you are here because it turns you on. After you get off, go seek professional help to deal with your feelings. (See the "blind" part above.) All constructive comments are welcome at qwikloob@hotmail.com. All flames will be ignored. Please donate something, anything, to keep Nifty going, and thanks to everyone who contributes. Keep 'em up! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html So I've been telling you about Joe, the hot boy living in the group home where I volunteer. I also told you how I got to have him all to myself for a day. I bet all of you remember how much fun we had, and what happened at the end of our time together. "Thanks for planning everything so well. Did you have a good time today?" I asked, my heart still beating a little faster than normal. "Yeah. Thanks. It was great. I wanted to make you happy." Joe gave me that cute little shy smile slash smirk with which I had fallen in love. Then he got out of the car, politely and firmly closed the door and walked into the house. I watched his sweet butt all the way until the door closed. I kept staring long after he went inside. I sat there probably looking like I had a stroke or something as his words sunk into my brain. He wanted to make ME happy. Like everything before this was just okay with me? I was in shock. My dream was so close I had literally tasted him. I hungered for more. Of course before today I never really thought about how much I could do with this young boy if I had regular access. As I drove back home and cleaned up from our adventure I could not stop thinking about Joe and my absolute infatuation with him and his young body. However, the potential reality hit me hard when Marge called me up. It was not unusual for her to call me to fill in for some last minute role. However this was a different conversation from the start. "Hey Rob. By all reports you boys had a wonderful time.", she said. "By all reports I assume you mean what Joe says?", I countered. "Well there are multiple reports all from the same source. Joe can't stop talking about you and the day you had together." That got my guard up some as I wasn't sure what details or situations he might accidently reveal. Did he talk only about the amusement park, or hint at our private amusements? I decided, against my nature, to take control of this conversation. "This kid attacks amusement parks like commandos attack an enemy base. He takes out all the critical targets. Then he eats." Marge laughed. "I had a great time, but I felt like his grandfather trying to keep up." We both laughed at that. "Well it's funny you should say that. I think of you more as one of those guys who has a trophy wife and becomes a father at 60, only minus the wife in your case." WHAT?!? Oh my gawd! Did Marge just call me out?!? I started to get anxious. What she said next almost triggered a full blown panic attack! "Please listen Rob, we don't have much time so I'll get right to the point.", she continued. "The reason all the boys needed to be out of the house during the Directors' meeting is because they have decided to close this home and merge it with others. In other provinces." Marge paused, waiting for my reaction. I realized my heart had stopped. I took a long, audible breath. "So... I guess there's not much more use for an old man. But thanks for the chance to be of service." Okay, I admit that was some total crap that I meant to sound noble, while ignoring the fact I had been secretly molesting one of those kids and never wanted to stop. Marge's next words were the gift of a lifetime. "You have been a great help these past months, especially with Joe. This is going to be a hard transition for everyone, but I worry the most about him. He's older, and harder to adopt. Most of the time he keeps to himself because he's angry or depressed about his parents. But when he's with you Joe lights up. He talks, he moves. He actually seems happy. You said you felt like Joe's grandfather and that's what he needs most right now. I can't arrange an adoption. I mean, if you even wanted to. There would be lots of hurdles, but... If you were willing to be a foster parent for Joe for awhile, the paperwork is a lot less, and the approvals a lot higher for hard to place kids." Those words came rushing out followed by another, longer pause. Poor Marge. She could not see the joy on my face, or hear the sound of a one thousand bells ringing in celebration as I took in her request to have Joe live with me. She must have called expecting to have to sell me on the idea. Little did she know I was a cat being asked to make my home into a bird cage. LOL. I played it cautiously. "Umm. Wow! I mean, umm... thanks... uhh... and... umm... I really do like the kid... and I wanna help anyway I can, but... umm. I mean, I have friends with kids. Most with grandkids at this point. So I guess it would be alright. But I never... um, I mean, can someone teach me? Like, how much support do I... I mean we. What help do we get?" I was babbling like an idiot I know. All the while I am mentally screaming at myself and praying, "Rob! Please don't fuck this up! Bring home your boy!!!" Marge let me off the hook. "So if I answer all your questions will you say yes to mine?" She served Joe up on a silver platter. I didn't hesitate anymore. "Yes. I will give it... sorry. I will give JOE, my best." Oh yeah, I was going to give it to my boy every waking hour of every day. Marge jumped in excitedly. "Oh great! I KNEW you would say yes. You're never too old to have a family, even if that means one special kid." She had know idea just how strongly I agreed with her at this moment. "I'll start the paperwork right away. We'll do a home visit, and hopefully make this happen before the site closes." Home visit? I guess I will have to make sure the guest bedroom looked appropriate for a kid. But, with Marge as my champion I just knew this was going to work out fine for all three of us. Marge gets what she thinks is a perfect placement for Joe, he gets to escape growing up in an orphanage for the next six years or more, and I get the biggest prize of all. I get Joe all to myself. "Should you tell him or should I?", Marge asked. Hmmm. Still tricky in all, but I was all in. "Let's tell him together.", I replied. That's what we did. Joe's reaction was perfect. Marge started with telling him the home was closing and everyone would be moving away. Joe's face darkened. He squeezed his eyes shut, and balled his fists. I jumped in before he could explode. "You can't live here anymore, but you can live with me." At his age his body reacted before his brain. His eyes opened wide. Joe stared at me, then at Marge to see if I was telling the truth, then back at me before launching himself into my arms. I felt my eyes getting wet, and my dick getting hard. Awkward!!! Marge excused herself, the hard part being completed in her mind. "I will leave you boys to make plans. Of course there is lots of paperwork with all this, but I think we can get approvals within a few weeks or so." Joe turned his head and beat me to the punch. "Thank you Miss." How sweet to hear my new boy's politeness. Our arms were still firmly wrapped around each other. I thought for a brief second Marge recognized there was something extra between Joe and me. If she did, she clearly thought it was for the best to ignore it. "Yes. Thank you Marge.", I added. She waved at us and left the room. Joe curled more fully into my lap. I felt his firm little butt pressing into my crotch. My hard dick was trapped and happy at the same time. Joe whispered softly into my ear. "Thank you. I promise I will do anything you want." I took a deep breath before confirming our pact.is "I promise I will give you everything you ask within my power." My cock was rock hard. Since we were alone in the room, and Joe was already in my arms, I risked grabbing his privates. He was hard too. "We will make this everything we have wanted from the beginning. Ok kid?" "Ok, boomer." He giggled. Sweet! My boy was willing to challenge me. Yet also willing to yield at the same time. This was clearly going to be a union of equals. Well, mostly. Joe gave me that adorabe smile and flexed his hips to press his crotch into my hand. "That feels so good. I think I just got wet in my shorts." He rocked his hips more insistently. I glanced toward toward the door of the room. Damn was this was so dangerous, yet so hot! I decided discretion was the better part of valor. It was stupid to waste our grand prize on getting caught at this point. I kissed Joe on the cheek and gave his boner a final, firm squeeze. "We are going to get what we both want. But let's have just a little more patience. You heard Miss Marge. Two weeks and you will be with me all the time. We are going to have a great time if we are patient." I could see the excitement in Joe's eyes. They absolutely sparkled. "Ok. May I call you Daddy from now on?" WTH??? This boy can call me anything he wants! "Of course, son." ----------- The whole Foster Parent process actually took months (almost as long as it took to write this chapter LOL). Fortunately they didn't want to close the home until after the end of the school session. That bought us some time. I don't think it would have happened at all without Marge's constant attention. I am guessing she had a maternal instinct for Joe, because there are few forces more powerful than a mother's love. Plus there were some peculiar rules around prospective fosters or adopters not being allowed to volunteer at the same time. So I didn't get to see Joe at all during that time. Some kind of conflict of interest I guess. Of course, I had no conflicts about my interests. I couldn't control my nervous energy. I spent the time browsing and ordering sexy undies and jockstraps (size asian small to make sure they would fit Joe properly) cockrings, and toys for my boy. I ordered a digital camera and a ED prescription for myself. Hehe. However all that was done in just the first 72 hours. The rest of the days, weeks, and months dragged on. The rules meant I couldn't even talk to Joe more than once a week on monitored calls. Joe's carrot was almost dangling right in front of me, but I couldn't eat it. I decided I would stop masturbating until he was in my arms. That was a hard resolve to keep as I kept thinking about the times we already had together. So I settled on playing with myself, but not cumming. Silly man! IT. WAS. TORTURE! The one good thing was that after awhile I actually had a wetdream. That hadn't happened since... well nevermind. I'll save that story for another day. Finally the day came when Marge called to give me the good news that I was approved as Joe's foster parent. This time I let her tell the boy alone. I could never trust Joe or myself to hold back after the way we reacted to each other when the whole idea was first announced. Instead Marge and I talked about when and how I would come collect him. At the appointed time I pulled up to find Joe already standing in front of the house with a gymbag. He didn't have much in the way of belongings. As soon as he saw me Joe turned and waved to Marge. He paused, then stretched out his arms and walked up to her. It was special to see them embrace. I think at that moment maybe I read Marge as well as she read me. I thought this was working out beautifully. I could see her standing framed in the doorway as Joe came to my car. I got out as he opened the back door to throw his bag inside. I waved at Marge, then gave her a thumbs up to promise her I was going to take good care of this boy. As always, Joe waited until we were past the stop sign at the corner to get intimate. He smoothly brought my hand into his lap, and put his hand on mine. I couldn't help but smile. Joe's smile looked even bigger. It struck me that this was a reality, and who knows how long it will last? I knew I should go for everything I wanted. That required I get used to telling this boy exactly what I want. "Now that we are finally living together I want to get to know you better. So can I ask you questions? I mean like any question no matter how personal?" Joe looked at me, then down at my hand fondling his junk through the shorts, and then back up at me with that sexy grin and a quick laugh. He tilted his head to the side while looking back at me as though the current situation made the answer obvious. "Sure. Heh." That was all the opening I needed. Well. I did have some other openings I was going to get to. Heh, indeed. "I have three questions.", I said. "Okey." Joe turned toward me, his hand still holding my busy hand between his legs. First, do you masturbate?" He literally laughed out loud at that. Joe also had a startling gleam in his eyes. He must have taken me for a fool, but for a long time I have wanted to hear a boy state the obvious. Joe smiled broadly, and I took note of his beautiful teeth. I couldn't help looking into his gorgeous eyes. I had to tear mine away to keep from driving us off the road just like the day of the amusement park ride. And what a ride this was becoming. I had a brief thought if this was how it felt to cavemen when they were bringing home some prize animal they had hunted. I was going to feast on this game for as long as possible. Joe still had not answered the question so I pressed on. I also gave his sex a strong squeeze for emphasis. "Come on now. You agreed I could ask you any question." "But I didn't say I was gonna answer them." He smirked, and broke into full laughter. What a saucy little brat! Yeah of course he was a pubescent boy, and they all tend to be little lawyers at that stage. This was going to be more fun than I hoped. I continued the twists and turns in our ride. "Well if you asked random people to listen to our conversation, with me asking if I can ask you any question, and you saying SURE, I am certain they would agree you will answer any and all of my questions." I paused for effect. "AND what's more, hearing your answers to all of my questions will really turn me on." It was my turn to chuckle a bit. "Shall I repeat the question? Tell me do you masturbate?" Joe was looking out the window as he shook his head yes. "Answer me. Let me hear you say it." "Yes.", he said as he turned to reveal his blushing face. "How much?" Joe shook his head from side to side even as he smiled. The blush grew brighter. It occurred to me Joe was more embarassed by talking about sex than actually having it. That is so cute. My bone was threatening to break the confines of my pants. Joe's dick felt equally hard as I stroked it through his shorts. If I didn't drive us off the road I also didn't want to make us both jizz our pants. At least not today. Heh. "How much?", I repeated. "Everyday." He was mesmerizing. Once again my eyes drifted off the road ahead. I really needed to pay more attention. But this boy was so perfect. "How many times each day?", I pressed. He giggled. "I dunno. A few times." "What is the most times in one day?" I really had Joe laughing now. "Four.", he whispered when he calmed down a bit. I was intrigued. Groping Joe through his shorts felt so natural like we had always played this game. "Four times in one day? That's not bad, but I think we will improve on that." Joe hit me with his sassy little retort. "Nah. I mean that's four questions. You said you had three." This was his most exuberant laugh of the ride. Victory! Joe had scored points in the argument. I loved how clever he was. I decided to play the daddy card. "Those are all subsets of the first question.There are more questions to come... before and after you cum." I squeezed his hard sex for emphasis. Joe giggled more and actually blushed again. I continued my interrogation. "Second question. Do you ever masturbate in the bathroom right before, during, or after you wash? Third question. The day we met, and you caught me checking you out, after you walked past me into the bathroom, did you jerk off while you were in there? Joe hung his head in cute embarassment. "Yeah.", he said softly. "What did you say? I couldn't hear you" "YES!" I could hear both the smile and the embarassment in Joe's voice. I swear his dick pulsed as he answered. I was having a really tough time watching the road instead of watching joe. "Was that the answer to my second question or my third?" I glanced at him and saw a fleeting puzzled look on his face. Again, Joe looked out the window before turning to face me and answer. "Both, I guess." I was really enjoying the rosy blush in my boy's face. I started thinking about the questions I was going to ask while he was naked. Muahaha. "Bonus question. Did you think of me while you wanked?" Joe's vulnerabilty was saved by arrival at what was now our home. He quickly reached up to open the garage door. Even though he had only done it once before it was a smooth motion for him. Joe pushed it again to close the door behind us before we got out of the car and he retrieved his bag. I enjoyed seeing how his erection was so obvious in his shorts. The familiar smirk was back on his face and he wasn't blushing. Like I said, Joe was perfectly fine with my enjoyment of his body and more as long as he didn't have to talk about it. Of course I was going to teach him to talk about our sexplay as much as possible. We walked from the garage into the kitchen. Joe put his bag down on a chair as we turned to face each other. We stood there and I gave silent thanks for my long awaited grand prize. It was time to collect. "Strip down to your briefs." Joe gave me that priceless grin and obeyed immediately. I reached to grab hold of his wonderful erection and full balls through the cotton cloth. "From now on you wear only underwear or nothing at all. Understand?" Joe nodded his head. I hooked a finger into his waistband and pulled it forward to take a look at his jewels. I noticed my boy had grown a bit more hair and gotten a touch longer as well. "I did not hear you answer me. Do you understand what I am telling you?" What Joe did next totally stunned and excited me at the same time. He slapped my hands away and shouted, "Only if you catch me!" He ran to the other side of the island in the kitchen, laughing loudly, then sprinted toward the dining room. I ran after of course. The way my home was laid out he could run endless cirlcles around the first floor. However, Joe only made me do a couple of circuits before he quickly ran up the stairs. It was a joy to see his tight buns flexing through the underwear as he ran about laughing all the way. I wondered if he would make me chase him in circles upstairs, but he ran right into my bedroom and jumped up on the bed. "Okay. You got me!" Turning to face me Joe got on his knees, legs wide, and put his hands behind his head. I could not have requested a more beautiful image. I seized his sex tightly through his briefs and leaned in to lick at his smooth armpits. Joe moaned. This boy had me so excited. "So you naughty boy. Answer my questions." Joe sighed. I nibbled at his neck. "I don't remember the questions. I'm too horny to think." His hands gripped my shoulders. "But remember I caught you. And you know the rules of this house, SON." The added emphasis got the reaction I hoped for. His smile actually brightened the whole room, at least from where I was standing. "The day we met and you caught me perving your hot, almost naked body, did you masturbate in the shower and think about me?" Our eyes met in a cosmic conspiracy. I loved that Joe still blushed even though there was no doubt we were now full sexual playmates. "I started. But then I was afraid you might leave, so I didn't finish, and ran to go outside and make sure you were still there." Oh my! What a sweet thing to hear! I briefly wondered if I was dreaming, or having a stroke. But this boy's voice and words were total music to my ears. "I want you to shower and masturbate for me right now, just like you did the day we met. Of course, this time, it will be like I followed you into the bathroom. And you get to finish." Joe giggled. I was still groping his privates. I realized I would have to let go so he could move. That didn't stop me from fondling his butt as he walked to the bathroom. Sweet lord his ass was perfect. As we entered the bathroom I has a sudden flash of inspiration. "Hey son. I have another idea. I want to bathe you instead. Keep your briefs on and fill the bath tub with warm water." Once again Joe jumped right in line with the lechery of it all. He leaned over to turn on the water, adjust the temperature, and fill the tub. Of course I kept fondling his butt as this happened. I almost could not believe the fortune of having my young boy here and in my hands. What happened next was so wonderful I feared I would simply have a stroke and die. As the bathtub filled with warm water Joe stepped in and I got down on my knees beside the tub. Now my face was right level with Joe's crotch. I ran my hands up his thighs to pull him close and let me rub my face against his trapped, swollen jewels. The scent was indescribable. I guess the only description that comes close is Joe smelled like a combination of joy and victory, if that even makes sense. I was so happy. I let go to turn off the tap and he lowered himself into the water. Ohhh dear! As the water soaked Joe's briefs they turned translucent, then transparent. The beautiful colors of his sex showed well through the wet briefs and clear water. Placing my hands on his hot body I moved Joe to lay back in the water up to his neck as I felt all over his body. I gave extra special attention to his groin. Joe's eyes were closed. He had a relaxed smile on his face. I was grinning like the cheshire cat. "Get up on your knees." I reached for the soap as he complied. Quickly I lathered my hands before slowly lathering Joe's smooth flesh from his neck to his waist. I took special care in raising his arms to lather his smooth armpits. Joe couldn't help laugh and jerk reflexively as I tickled him. Yet, to his credit he never pulled away from my touch. I let him settle down while I lathered my hands more. I stared at his wet briefs in silent gratitude. So fucking sexy. I begAn to slowly lather the wet cotton, sliding my soapy hands everywhere feeling his butt, balls and boner. Joe's eyes were still closed and his breathing a little faster. Gripping his pole tightly I brought my other hand up Joe's back to have him bend over to hands and knees. His ass was incredible. As I continued squeezing and stroking his cock through the wet, soapy briefs I rubbed slow lazy circles all over his sweet ass. Joe's butt had beautiful dimples from his muscles when he was standing, or running, or reaching down for something, yet was also a perfect bubble butt at rest. He wasn't resting now. I realized my boy was slowly fucking my hand as I fondled his young ass. His head was back and his mouth formed a perfect O. I looked forward to seeing those lips around my stiff. But first things first. I worked the briefs over Joe's cheeks and down to the tops of his thighs. I sighed out loud seeing his beautiful butt. I now applied the suds directly to his wonderful flesh as my fingers delved into his valley. He gasped as my fingers slid across his hole. It gaped and flexed with his pleasure. I knew it was time to start. I slid my middle finger back and forth, then just as Joe flexed again I got the tip in. I felt him hold his breath. Then my sweet boy relaxed and my finger slid all the way in. I worked it in and out for a time. I had to let go of Joe's trapped cock because I knew he couldn't help but blow his load right then. I wanted to teach him to edge. The longer he lasts, the better the play I figure. That did not stop me from continuing to run my free hand all over Joe's chest and hot abs. I took some flicks at his nipples too. His reaction was just what you would imagine. "Ok. Stand up." Joe gave the me the most electric smile as he stood. This was a bigger smile than the amusement park day. He was covered in thick suds from his neck to the tops of his thighs. The briefs were still exposing his ass and clinging tightly to his hard dick. Gorgeous. Amazing that he had allowed all this without cumming yet. Then again I would never have known if there was precum with all the soap and water. Only Joe's legs remained. I lathered my hands again. The feel of a young boy's thighs is sublime. With soap and water the feel is like silk. I worked up and down each leg, savoring the feel and the sight. That was when Joe's cock began to pulse rythymically in his constraining brief like a beacon. I carefully pulled his waistband away and down from his cock. He was so hard I knew it could break if stretched too far. Hehe. I lowered the soaked cloth down Joe's legs. He raised first one foot, then the other to let me pull the underwear off completely. That movement gave me another idea. "Raise your foot again." Joe started to raise one foot, then stopped. "Which one?", he asked. It was the first time he had spoken since we entered the bathroom. What a sweet voice. What a sweet child. "It doesn't matter baby. I'm going to wash both of them." Joe raised a foot and gave it the same attention as the rest of his body. Well almost all the rest. When his foot was as sudsy as the rest of his body I held it out farther to the side leaving his crotch more exposed for me to resume wanking Joe with the slippery suds. I loved his reaction. Joe's eyes grew larger He gasped. His body jerked again. I did not prolong the strokes. I had already kept this boy on edge for at least an hour since I picked him up. The water was getting cold. "Last leg son." I let go of Joe's foot and his cock. He got that special grin on his face. I went to work on his other leg down to the foot, then moved it to the side. Joe was clearly expecting that and adjusted his balance. He was watching my hand move for his dick when I surprised him by sliding my hand between his legs to drive my middle finger back up his chute. "Ooohhh ffuuuck!" I had to hold him from falling. No regrets there. I worked a second finger inside as I took back to beating his slippery pud. Even though I knew it was going to happen Joe still surprised with both volume and force. His cum didn't just paint my face, he thoroughly drenched it. I think my face must have looked like it was melting with all the cum dripping down. "Oh my gawd!. I... I'm... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to cum, I mean not before you wanted me. And your face. I'm sorry..." "Relax son. That was awesome." I reached for wash cloth, then stopped and wiped his jizz from my face into my mouth. Joe's grin was one of total pride as he watched me eat his spunk. I wiped the last traces away with the cloth, then used it to rinse the soap from Joe's body. It didn't take long for me to leave the wash cloth floating in the water and directly rinse Joe with my hands. The feel was so electric I thought I should have been shocked by the energy. I took a few more casual swipes and penetrations of his butthole. I creakingly stood up. I hadn't realized how long I was kneeling on the floor. Joe stepped out of the tub and I toweled him off as the water drained. This was brilliant. How much more was I going to do? Heh, indeed.